fro, signing off...
27 January 2004
damn, i never updated my last entry, too bad it was gonna be a quality entry too. Course my computer was spazzing out so blame this pos for me.
ight, well thats about that. I'm out in less time than it takes me to update this thing so i'll be seein all of you. Phone #'s should be staying the same, but i'll pretty much never be online anymore at least thats my estimate right now. Oh god what will i do?! live i spose. Anyway, this is my shot at evolving my life, no more stagnation for me. Its time to live it and here i go.
I get to thinking weird things when its late and i'm tired, i get all philosophical and theoretical, with a whole bunch of imagination thrown in. :
Ever wonder where you'll be in 5 years? How about 50? Can you see your passing, your loving family remembering you, and theirs when their time comes. What of generations from now when our names are just words, no memories no stories no man-we-had-fun's. Like a movie the time can fly by, with us, without us it doesn't matter why. The homes that we've built replaced by skyscrapers, the memories we cherished, dried up dust and vapors. And what of the time when man does not matter, the remnants of life only scamper and scatter. What of the time when the pyramids decay, an empire lost a legacys foul play. When the forrests are burned and trees grow horizontal, and the plague is vast far more intercontinental. Where is your world when known time has expired, when knowledge and logic have long past retired?
Will cities still stand or lie ancient and buried? Will culture survive, stagnate or vary? Will the tide still rise or simmer and stagnate? Or will it all belong to some poor lone lost magnate? What of time when it ceases to stop, and what of existence when its dripped its last drop. No legacy we leave will outlast the stars, no matter our pain time leaves no scars. Remember our purpose so hidden from me, as i move on in life less bounded more free.
I refuse to let life suck years from my soul, ignoring and settling as i grow old. I will not settle nor yield to routine, nor settle for sand when i should be on the green. I will not pass time nor wish it were later, nor argue and squabble with some great debater. I've given my heart and laid down my life, met only by heartache confusion and strife. No longer the inmate i was at that time, my heart and my soul far surpassing my prime. I'm cresting the mountain to see the other side, i'm taken in awe as i sit here and cry. The greener the grass as far as can see, yet i've gone nowhere how can this be? Retiring the old and building the new, my outlook on life was flimsy thats true. Now stronger than ever i say goodbye to my past, and look to the horizon as i set sail at full mast.
later folks, prolly only be online at rare times, so the 50% of you i keep up with online, holla, and best wishes.
Its a damn cold night
19 January 2004
technical difficulties, to be written later when my computer is a bit less moody.
Great Location!!!
11 January 2004
Went apartment shopping with thread today. Vinings isn't exactly the cheapest of places to live, and being in cobb county just doesn't help much either, but what the hell. Being sunday, there weren't many places that had attendants waiting outside with open arms for future residents. But there were a few.
While this is the only stop thats really worth the story, there were a couple nice places we saw. Magnolia sum'n-er-other up off cumberland was a fairly nice place, or so it appeared. The first semblance of evil we should have noticed was when we pulled into the 3-car-lot parking for the leasing office, which was filled, likely with the 3 employees working. Ok, we improvised and constructed our own parking space on a slab of asphault out by the road. We went in, spoke with the class of '86 prom queen about the two bedroom apartments they had. When she said "$1160", i had to do my best to keep josh's arm from extending far enough to slap her across the jaw. She didn't notice the hostilities from our party. Next came the question of whether we wanted to see an apartment. Josh, being the person who can settle with just about anything, said no while at the same time, my excited, yet blindingly stupid self said "yeh sure, i'd like to see it!". So she ganks our drivers licenses to some undisclosed location in "the back" where she probably sold our information to identity theft masterminds. While she was off deconstructing our identities, we noticed the particularly odd amount of people on the tennis courts behind the leasing office. Now let me note that todays high was probably no more than 35, at least at this point in the day. Yet here were a good two dozen people out on the tennis courts, or standing around the tennis courts watching the game as though wimbeldon had come to them. Odd. So as crimelord promqueen barbie comes back out, we go hop on the golf cart and trek out to the apartments. I wish she would have been paying attention to whether we were in the cart yet before she peeled out and bout left me under the rear wheel. But nevermind that, i managed to shift my weight to the cart just before it entered warp speed, and i remained a passenger rather than becoming an unfortunate accident. Upon our arrival to the apartment, she seemed so overwhelmed by the sheer perfection of this apartment that we both thought she was either about to orgasm or hyperventilate, we couldn't tell which. "Oh wow guys! This is so beautiful!" she says as though its the first time she'd ever actually been inside her own apartments. Next began the string of obnoxiously painful comments that have come to be our future lifetime joke. "Great Location!" she screams as she walks over to the balcony doors, looking out as though she could see a mountain range, ocean view, and city skyline all in one. I looked out and saw some trees, a hill about 20 feet out, and a glimpse of 285 traffic through the trees. wowee. She walks over to the kitchen, looking directly at a cabinet. "Great Location!" urm. Meanwhile i go in the bedroom as josh heads to the other, she follows josh as i hear them talking down the hall, the muffled sound of "Great Location!" finds its way to my ear. We were nearly ready to leave at this point, only mildly satisfied with the apartment. Again as we're leaving she decides to enlighten us as to the ingenious choice of real estate locality that this apartment was built. "Great Location!" as we clench onto the golf cart hoping not to be ejected en route back to the leasing office. We went back in only long enough to retrieve our licenses before bolting out the door as though we were scooby and shaggy trying to get out of the haunted mansion.
Then we went across the street. We enjoyed this complex much better. It was cheaper, it was nearly as nice, and it was larger, despite not being in the world's most ideal location, since of course, that was back across the street. Although i want to do some more looking later this week, this one is the top contender so far and may well be crowned the victor.
abrupt end. i need a snack and some tv. =D
things are now set in motion which cannot be undone
08 January 2004
Sometimes I sit back and wonder exactly how much everyone else is satisfied with their own lives. I wonder whether others see themselves in the same self-perspective image as i do now. The stale taste of dissatisfaction contaminates my mind as I'm always looking to the horizon wondering what's out there. Born, raised and excess in stockbridge, i've had my fill. This town bursts at the seams with my history and memories, some of which i'd rather bury. But at the same time this town is a prison as long as i keep myself admitted, which is why i'm discharging myself. There is no sacrafice of relationship with the people of my life in doing so that cannot be maintained to the same quality through online and telephone medium. My friends will remain, i will talk to them just as often and see them just as rarely as i have over the last months, but now its time to grow, suffer and improve. What I hope to gain from this is, if nothing else, the satisfaction of knowing that i at least took the chance to change something. At 24 years old, most others are married, some with children and plans for a long and happy life together, and thats all they need. I need more, lacking that. I've found a pocket of my character that screams for adventure, excellence and has dreams of happiness and achievement, and its that pocket that i've given the lead, and even though all my plans are still on the drawing board, i'm more satisfied with those plans and ideas than i've been living my life here for a number of years. I'm standing here with my hand on this door, wondering whats on the other side. Fields of green holding up a bright blue sky near a white beach which generates a warm breeze of refreshment? Or perhaps a dark and dank alley in the middle of the night with ominous figures docked in every shadow as i were to realize that my decision may have been a mistake. I've got no idea what's on the other side, no idea what will happen once i'm through, no idea the consequences of doing so will hold.
I've only one life. see you on the other side.
oh yeh, and if anyone should need to reach me that for some reason doesn't know how to, just call up my parent's house and ask them. They prolly won't hook you up, but they'll let me know that you called so leave your # with them too.
holidays over? no way!
04 January 2004
Aight aight, so xmas passed and then new years and then yesterday, my birthday, 3 holidays all cram-packed into just over a week. I LOVE that week, its so coo. well this year at least. And if thats not a cue for a story then i dunno what is!
Although i didn't get to capture santa and sell him on the black market, xmas turned out to be pretty good. Spent some good quality time with the family, something i've never really enjoyed much until recent months.
New years was both polluted with suck and decorated with fun too. After I got off work about 7pm or so on new years eve, we decided to hit up the ole favorite, penalty box. We could have spent our time there and enjoyed it had there been enough people there to make it at least feel like a party, but hey, they had free pizza and wings in the back and well drinks were only $2. Sold! Ok so after a few hours of hangin with josh, mandy and rob, rob tells us about this party he knows of over at his friend's house. PB is dead so we decided, what the hell. I was a bit dizzier than the tazmanian devil, so i rode shotgun with thread. Mandy didnt really know where these people lived so we were still driving around looking for the place when the clock hit midnight. hah! yay! ok so the actual new year wasn't a big deal, but we got to the party shortly after and hung out for a bit. It was also a bit lame and tame so once again we're getting bored. thread, eager to get out suggests atkins park. Sold again. So we leave, head up to vinings at about 1am and hit atkins park. This was perhaps the best move we could have done because I met my future wife up there. At least atkins park was packed and fun, so we got to drink and party a bit and for the first time in a while, going out was fun! Laurie, my future wife, was of course up there and would talk to us every time that all the other guys weren't trying to get all over her. Since josh knew her already, it was good cuz we weren't just some other guys trying to take her home. We were some people she had at least a little trust in that were trying to take her home! =D Anyway, had a blast and stayed till they kicked us out about 4am, then of course, it was time for waffle house! Hit thread's aptmt round 5-5:30 and were both up before noon strangely enough.
Birthday was nice too. Although my slave drivers wouldn't give me the day off, karen took me out to players off windy hill. That was fun mostly cuz it was something different and cuz someone actually took me out aside from my parents. karen you rock. So aside from the territory-invading hispanic folk at the table next to us, the environment was classy and relaxed. A nice taste of something different.
So tonight we all went out to some place up in .... uh, up north called Fogo de Chao. Its a brazilian steakhouse that is perhaps the most enjoyable dining experience i've had in who knows how long. Here's the deal. Its all you can eat. You go to the salad bar first, which has everything in the world, and maybe only 5% salad components. You fill up on what you like, including many varied types of exotic thingies that i couldn't pronounce. After that, the entrees consist of a bunch of randomly scampering restaraunt personnel that are holding this giant skewers of meat. They run around with a skewer about 2 feet long with a big ole slab of meat on it, and if you turn your "chip" to green on the table, they stop by and cut you off a piece. There's a problem tho. And its just that. When we got there, it wasn't very busy yet, so there were only a few tables in the place. We all finished eating our salad stuff first and turned our chips to green about the same time. Suddenly like an army ranger nighttime raid on a suspected hideout of osama bin laden, all the meat-carriers swarmed our table. Filets, pork tenderloins, ribs, and the other 7 meats that they carry around were swarming us from every direction and being sliced and diced like the world was ending. In a freak panic, i flipped my chip back over to red, which means "no thank you", and like a movie after snapping out of a nightmare, all was silent and still. I could breath again. Now i've got to admit, these meats are some of the best meats i've ever had. Seriously, its no wonder its $40 a head to eat there, despite the pricetag, i think it mighta been worth it. There was even one point where my sis asked me to pass the fried bananas (which might i add tasted like heaven) and in reaching over to her, knocked my glass of water over. Before i could even set the glass back up, there was one dude picking up my plate, which was empty except for a bunch of water, another guy, taking the glass, a third picking up the icecubes and some girl drying off my leg and putting a couple cloth napkins on the table where it was wet. If these people were a nascar pit crew, they'd be the talk of the pit. Total time from spill to ready-to-go state, with new plate, new glass of water and meat-guys offering me new cuts was probably about 20 seconds, no joke and no exaggeration. I was impressed. So overall the experience rocked, despite being $40 a head, we prolly dropped $300 on dinner after the tip. Ouch. Oh well, happy bday me and beckums! =D
is it santa clause, claws, claus, keh-lawz, etc?
24 December 2003
Tis the season! ...wait for what? To be jolly of course. Something about the word "jolly" hung me. I sat and thought about it and wondered what's so jolly about this season? The analytical beast in me murmured a great murmur and i had to look it up. Jolly is all kinds of good and happy stuff. I dunno why but that word still reminds me of jello jigglers and bill cosby, both of which are their own blog entries from my experience.
Ok so mebbe i'm a bad person, but i cut a deal this oh so joyous season. I cut a deal that xmas presents would be purchased in a more distributed pattern throughout the course of the next months. Of course this was presented as an opportunity to prolong the enjoyment of gift-recieving satisfaction for those recieving my gifts, and then threw a support under that arguing how my job prevents me from getting to anywhere at anytime that any normal place of business would be open. i work from 8am-9pm, when can i shop? So here i am, the scrooge of the oakman manor, denying everyone the christmas spirit because xmas just plainly wasn't convenient for me this year. I made an attempt with the henry county commissioners to see about moving the date of the holiday back a few weeks, but had no response and can only assume that they're the most selfish individuals to ever curse the face of the earth! I mean, c'mon. Why not christmas in february?!
Works a bunch of fun, lemme tell ya. I'm in collections at the moment. Collections is the russian KGB of legitimate jobs. We're the ones always watching you, always following you, and always checking to be sure that you're staying loyal to what you owe us. I'm a nice person by nature, but when mrs. jane doe answers the phone and says "oh uhm, she's not home, can I take a message?", don't think i won't track you down and push you down in the snow while i smack you with an iron rod! people love to lie. Had another lady tell me her mother died. Aw. Her mother died two weeks ago too though, and according to another guy in the office, about 4 times in the last 6 months. What can you do? Its getting easier to tell when people are bullshitting me. The tone of the voice, the concern in their explenations, the comments they make or the pauses they take. But i let them think that they've fooled me. They tell me they'll come pay me, and when they don't (which is almost a guarantee) i'll drag my ass out onto your front doorstep and be battering-ram-style knocking down yer door despite the fact that you've got family from 93 states in for the holidays on xmas eve. I did it today, because these bastards tell me "by noon" and by 1pm i'm on their damn doorstep asking them why they lied to me. don't lie to me. don't ever lie to the kgb, and don't ever lie to the collections department. We're watching you.
So i was talkin to katie, i think it is, a little while ago, and although a brief bit of chit chat, gave me the gargantuan desire to live on the beach. Why not? I never thought i was a beach guy but every time in my entire life that i'm at a beach i'm loving it. Now all i need is a beach location and a roommmate. Although i doubt it'll happen, anyone interested lemme know. *fwooshhhhh.... fwoooossshshhhhhhhh....* <-wave sounds. yea. The warm breeze, the sand between my toes as my feet sink into it, and maybe learning to windsurf or something. This is of course all the while surrounded by a large variety of fruits and a plethora of beautiful and interesting women wearing little bikinis. There must be a balance of course so I'm sure there would also be the assault-crab community that randomly launches pincer attacks in force at my toes when i least expect it, along with the beached jellyfish feint that would likely be baiting me for the crabs to sneak up on me from behind. Watch em, they'll do it! Always, ALWAYS watch yer back when alone on a crab-settled beach. Its like a bunch of european settlers just finding the new world, wigging out on the natives and attacking anything they see. Then next thing you know a giant gelatanous blob washes ashore and the fbi kicks you off your beach as you read headlines about a crashed weather balloon on your beach, never to be allowed back into the beach home ever again! That is of course until they pack up and ship out only hours before hurricane disasterous decides to hit your entire stretch of .5 miles of beachline making andrew seem like a gust of wind. Disasterous blows through leaving a cruise ship resting snuggly where your bedroom closet used to be, and all you can do is hope that a state of emergency is called and maybe just maybe you'll get an expired item of canned goods in the local barn that's being used as a collective bedroom for the hundreds of local recently-aquired-homeless status people in your area. Poking a hole in the expired can with a piece of bent quarterpanel off an old chevy, only to pop the lid too hard as it flies up and cuts your eyebrow off. Now i look like a fairytale freak like the hunchback of notre dame or frankenstein, but hey, i've got my expired ravioli, living in a barn with 100 other people while everything i had was lost to the fbi or Disasterous because i thought it'd be a cool idea to live there. =D screw it, beaches suck.
aight, its gettin late and jeff needs to set the cookies and milk out. oh yeh, and the 7 hidden cameras from different angles with thermic and infrared lenses, a state-of-the-art system that'll trigger once jolly-ole-lardass steals one of my cookies! Just cuz they're there doesn't mean he can just eat them! Geez! When you go to someone else's house, you don't just help yourself to food, entertainment and spouses just because they're there do you? NO! so back the hell up off my cookies and milk bish! Anyway, i figger tomorrow mornin i can prolly sell santa off on the black market for at least like 2-3 human kidneys and maybe if i'm lucky, a spleen. Talk about organic gold baby! mwahaha! c'mon grandpa jiggly! i dare ya to enter my house and steal my food without permission! go ahead! do it! ............. yup
into the sunset
22 December 2003
The days pass ridiculously slow, yet blindingly fast at the same time. Every day i come home to this empty house and in my 1 or 2 hours of time before sleep, get usually next to nothing productive accomplished. This isn't me. I strive for more and I know there's something about me thats striving to get out. I'm not satisfied with my work, with my home, with my accomplishments or with my love life. I've realized that its all a long set of parallel bars that are imprisoning me for as long as possible.
I'm looking now to other states, other cities where everything is new, where i could start a new life. The question has been raised: "why would that place be any better than here?" It may not be. But at what cost will i lie down and remain out of contact with who i am? ...who i am. That i seem to know even less now as well. Satisfied in 0 facets of my my life, what choice have i got except to risk radical change? To steal a recent quote, there are some wounds that time cannot heal and this town, this life is done. So now i seek a new one, somewhere else. Where I'll end up, we'll see.
BOOF!
10 December 2003
man i bet you guys thought i died eh? i'm in the process of having no time for fun stuff, so you will all have to wait even longer! hahaha....errr... hmm. wait, hold on just a second...
Another day
04 November 2003
Its funny the way things work. Through my years i've grown to realize that life isn't about what we do or how much money we've accumulated. Its about the people we surround ourselves with and our relationships with them. We go through hundreds of aquaintances every year and only a few are potentials for 2nd conversations. Work, aside from being the obvious source of funding realistic ways of living, is only a medium in which we try to fulfill our internal needs for satisfaction and productivity. "Well i'm a doctor." No you're not, you're whatever name was given to you at birth and whatever individual characteristics came bundled in that package. You perform the work of a doctor because it satisfies who you are. Calling yourself a doctor is only cheating your character by robbing it of its individuality and passion. You work as a doctor because it fulfills who you are. This is a little difficult to explain, and prolly doesn't make sense to anyone but me. But strangely it seems so obvious to me. Who knows, i'm weird.
Its nice to run into folks from the past too. Finding out that maybe they'll take a few minutes of their time to give to you is somewhat eye-opening. More than one have opened my eyes recently, and for this i'm grateful. People who i've written off as 'aquaintances' moreso than friends who turn around to prove me wrong. You know who you are. How is it that at points in my life I've played down the importance of these relationships to a point that i considered them expendable in comparison with others, only to see that they're the ones i really need. But then again sometimes i do things i shouldn't, like concerning myself in things that should be of no concern to me, and thats one way that this distortion occurs. But i'm just human i suppose and can have a strange propaganda about my beliefs, and for that i apologize to whomever it effects.
Well i think i'm gonna break a rule for myself about this blog. I'm gonna go back and remove/edit something i've posted before today. Yesterday needn't be there and was nothing more than a biproduct of my displeasure. So if you read it, don't mind it, if not, then good.
ok well thats enough talk about eye-opening realizations that help me learn and grow so uh, done. Next time i'll make the blog fun to read again, er least try like i used to try. meh!
...to the slaughter
02 November 2003
ermkay. For the second time in two weeks, people have found it necessary to bring up religious conversation with me. Usually these are efforts to "enlighten" me, and usually every time i walk away, i can't help but laugh at the sadness of it all. I don't really talk religion. This is intentful as not to invite my own demise. I consider myself christian, beyond that, there are no lines, categories or heirarchies. In my opinion of course, but others are eager to categorize me. Oh and let me just clarify, those with whom i've run into with religious beliefs other than christian are perhaps the most lovely people to discuss religion with. While they too disagree with my christian-oriented thoughts, they at least respect the fact that i believe in my beliefs and am entitled to believe in them. Most orgainized christians however would be more likely to burn me at the stake than accept any kind of deviation or abnormality from their assimilated policies of religion(inquisitions ring a bell?). And this is why my rant is towards my fellow christians rather than those of other faiths.
Our entire lives, we're told what to believe. Instructed on the "was, is and shall be's" of the world. When do people stop to ask why? Believing everything they read and everything they're told, they're programmed into a solid, yet very narrow frame of mind. Now unfortunately, i'm being hypocritical as i don't like to be accusatory or those who do it, and i'm doing it here, but i'm ticked and need to generalize for a few. Thus when in conversation with a programmed individual (someone who's beliefs were told to them), it usually turns into a collage of stories and weak arguments that attempt to convince me that "i am wrong." Many believe i'm wrong. What is wrong? How do you know?(don't gimme any of that "cuz thats the way it is" bs), and since right and wrong beliefs are inprovable on the religious plane, what the hell difference does it matter? Why is it important if i'm "wrong"? Why is it important that you're "right"? Has moral inclination, free thought, open mindedness, cooperation and acceptance all taken a back seat to "better than you"? We pride our political systems on freedom of choice and we ignorantly sit around and say that we value that, believe it, but don't see how our practices can be contrary to this. Is it human nature to always be putting others down? Oh no wait, thats the satan in all of us, right?
These paragraphs have been rewritten a thousand times already just to be sure not to overdo, be unjust or criticize any particular group. What my gripe comes down to is pretty much this: you think you're right, i think i'm right. Don't come to me and tell me i'm wrong. That only makes me believe that perhaps i'm better than you instead for not forcing my individuality over on you. Bah. This is so pointless. Once again i'm going to generalize through my experience. It doesn't matter how much i type about this, doesn't matter how many points i could legitimately conflict, doesn't matter how much logic and practicality are contained in my beliefs, there will be those who continually insist for all eternity, that "i am wrong". And if i'm in the mood to be entertained i can ask "why?" and already i can hear the uncensored flood of mindless babble that they'll vomit out at me, not entirely knowing what it means themself, but hoping that it sounds good enough that i'll look at them, cock my head, blink a couple times and say "by god man, i think you've got it!" But not once have i ever found an individual who has convinced me that they have the almighty authority to judge, stereotype, or asses me. Those who do it are wasting their times. Too many people think they're doctors cuz they saw an actor extract a bullet from a prop on television once. That doesn't mean i'd let you operate on me. Even then, the practice may not be the best, but if it works, whats the difference? So here I am, waiting for the backlash from any unknown source now. I wait for the out of context interpretations, the "well i never!" angry responses, and the calm yet formal invitation to explore the faith of some random organizations. So before you get all huffy puffy about this entry, let me recap: "you're not wrong, but neither am I. Try to accept the fact that I'm just as right as you are, on whatever opinionated basis are used for right and wrong. Stop attempting to degrade me and my beliefs simply because they're not an identical match to yours. And most of all, stop with the discrimination of me being someone incapable of reaching that "higher plane" that you think you're on and considering me as someone who will never be one of you. There is no "one of you" except in your own minds. The lines, barriers and incompatabilities are all products of your beliefs. I however, never intend to believe in categorical discrimination based on beliefs (except that i've fallen victim to just this during this entire entry, consider this equivelent to my sinning and a practice i don't intend to sustain). Tell me, are you proud to judge and discriminate me? Especially when you don't understand what it is you're judging or discriminating? Bah, back to the flock.
oh myyy oh myyy oh myyy
27 October 2003
Ya know, i now realize why i used to update in detail more often. There are these moments where i've got gobs of stuff to type, but don't remember it all until i'm typing. This of course leaves me glued to this wooden frame until i'm psychologically satisfied with my outpouring of useless personal babble!
So lets begin shall we?
Uhm. My mind just twisted like a muscle cramp and now all i'm thinking about is caramel apples (which i just had offered to me but had to regretfully decline [refer to the entry about my teeth]). I think for the first time in my life i've become addicted. I've got this undying desire to go out and have fun. If the wallet were self-supporting then i'd be out every night with different folks doin different things. I don't really get it because not long ago and for the main hunk of my life i've been kinda the stagnant nerdy hermit that could only be found under a rock if one were to send a deep sea diving and drilling team and drilled about 4 miles into the seabed to dig deep enough to find my rock. Yet here i am, went out 4 days last week, and still felt like i wasn't doing much. Its something like that dizzy feeling you get when you realize that "geezus, i suck" because you're not satisfied with your participation in the unproductive side of humanity: fun and enjoyment. But i'm lovin it like the fat kid loves cake.
Went to taco mac thursday. Sat down with the K and watched some karaoke. This of course is inherent to drinking vast volumes of beer and wailing along to our favorite tunes in a fashion unacceptable in public. But this prolly isn't public, and the cops that are constantly patrolling the interior of the place don't seem to mind so much, so long as you're not throwing your mugs around, which is like a cardinal sin of drinking to begin with and is rarely done. Karen might have an interesting story for those that wanna ask her about that night, but out of respect for not going into it, i won't. :) Ran into that group of girls that had violated me on the mama's dance floor a few weeks back and a couple came over to talk for a few mins, which is questionable. When people say something like "oh well i was going to... but... " what do you think? You think "yea right, you're sittin here lying to my face." Well so they come over and say "hey oh mah gawd its you! I meant to call you but.. " and i'm just lookin at her thinkin "wtf". Thats about two and a half strikes, so we'll she'll follow through this time or whether she takes a called strike 3.
whoa, speakin of strikes, how bout them marlins?! Who'da thunk it. Well aside from everyone in florida. Its enjoyable to see the self-proclaimed market makers of baseball get pummelled in their home field. I didn't actually see the game but watching the final out replayed over and over again was like a dog at the sight of a dropped piece of meat on the floor. Uncontrollably i spasmed for a few minutes as the sheer joy consumed me. The great bambino has no power anymore and i mock his efforts to carry the falling dynasty to the promised land. HA! Go.. anyone but the yankees! yay!
Found myself at mama's again friday for that karaoke final thingy. Unfortunately there were some disguistingly talented people singing in the contest. I went in there with all the faith in the world in gina, but i knew she had one bastard group of competition. What is it about cigarette smoke in places like that. Is it a prerequisite to be established on some proven process of self-destruction to go into these places? This isn't really sum'n you think about at any random point in there. I abandoned the Chili's Chicks for a couple minutes to entertain gina and her friends, but found the air quality in that corner allowed me to cough without rupturing veins in my trachea. I stayed there till we left minus a trip to the dance floor or two. Gina didn't win. =( That sucks but at the same time, with the competition, i think we all knew it was a strong possibility. Best wishes next time.
This is actually pretty hilarious when used with people who have been exposed to it and understand the seriousness and impact of such a tool. Like breaching the communications gap with aliens from outter space, we now can do the same with these kids all thanks to the miraculous breakthroughs in technology. THIS IS SO SWET1!!!1111 LOL
I am the rainmaker. The powers of the great rainmakers of the past shall all learn from my uncontested powers. Ya see, if you need rain, or desperately need it not to rain, let me know. I'll make it happen. Most normal people think, "oh wtf, this guy is stupid and i still dunno how i got this far through is ghey blog!" but i kid you not those ignorant of the truth. I know the secret and it is foolproof. Let me know when you want rain, and i shall make plans to go mountain biking. Let me know when you need sun and i will make distinct plans NOT to go mountain biking. And thus the spirits churn. Remember how rainy it was earlier this summer? Rained prolly 4-5 days every week for a few weeks straight? Yeh lemme explain that to you. I got into mountain biking this summer. Romej passed me the idea and i juggled it until i dropped it on my big toe and gave in to the yearning pain. I bought a bike, went riding and got my gear. Simultaneously, the thunder gods were constructing their new home in the skies over me, preperation for the conspiracy to follow. Now, opposite of years past with endless drought and water bans, the skies open and for weeks to come, the thundering explosions of aqueous catastrophe were unleashed on myself and those around me. For this i apologize. After realizing what danger i've placed on all those good people, i stopped going. The bike was hung and the helmet and gloves parked. The watery assault subsided and all was at peace with the world. So after a couple months now, romej brings up the subject of mb'ing. So i figure that would be great cuz we hadn't been in so long. I go clean up the bike a bit and gather all my gear that i haven't touched in ages. This is still recent so think back to this weekend, sunday specifically. What happened sunday? That's correct contestent #1! It f'n rained the bajeezus out there. And monday, the world was right again. I don't get it. I really don't, but i have learned that I am the rainmaker. Don't hate me because i'm beautiful. ;)
Hrm, i'm going for a late night snack and although i'd like to pretend that I'll come back and continue, i doubt it. See ya next time.
free at last, free at last, thank god almighty i am free at last!
21 October 2003
my how the tables have turned. Is anyone hiring?
moving along
18 October 2003
Well i'm official now. yippy.
Updates will be few and far between prolly. Some reason i'm losing the passion. Didn't get much of a response either last time either. Oh well. I'm goin back to sleep. go dawgs.
I've got beef
07 October 2003
I can't help but notice that every day as my usually adventurous journey home takes me past the stockbridge 75 exit, that there is always a "homeless" individual on the corner. EVERY day for the last few weeks, there is always some ratty lookin dude with a piece of cardboard and some nappy ass beard standing there looking at you with the puppy dog eyes. At first i felt a little sympathetic to the fellas misfortune, but alas i didn't ever give them anything. If you want my money you need to convince me that you're worth giving it to. If you include any phrases identical or similar to "need help"; "on the road"; "hungry"; and the common denominator "god bless" while stating your case, i'm likely to steal your sign and throw it up in a tree out of sheer spite for your organization. Thats right. I'm on to you, all of you. You and your entire group. I see you on the corners at the same time every day. You're there on both exits! On both interstates!! You rotate each day! I've caught on to this game. The beggars union who works in packs, preying on those too foolish to realize that this is an organized extortion ring most likely operated by a mastermind of the capone bloodline. Yet as my blood boils over fraudulant misrepresentations, i can't help but orchestrate my own little counter-schemes. Maybe if i get one of those small bags of chips, pinch a tiny hole in the bottom, crunch up all the chips and let them out the bottom of the bag, then carefully implant a note that indicates that i'm onto their little operation. The "hungry please help" criminal which believes he's getting a free lunch will only find fear. Yes, oh the look of despair and worry when he opens the bag to find this ominous letter of exposure. Now suddenly like a black suburban at midnight with about 45 mexicans 'tetris'ed into the back seat while border running, they'll run like hell to get outta here. Or not. Perhaps if i gave the "hungry" folks those little mcdonalds monopoly pieces that give you free french fries, or if i found a little abandoned tricycle for the "on the road" guys, then i would theoretically be doing a public good, and would be heralded as a generous and caring individual by those witnesses around me. Bah. Regardless, they are working together and they are working us. I chit you not, this is a scam so don't give them anything, just check all the exits in town one day, then watch as they're all repositioned the next. GET A JOB YOU LAZY ASSES. *sigh*
Who the heck reads this? I mean really? I just type away sometimes and i only know of like 2 people that actually read what i write, and one of them is me! Hmm. Let me know if you do, i'm just curious. Let me know <--- how the hell i get spaces to work? gurus help me out.
If you see me, could you ask me to give me a call? kthxbye
05 October 2003
The days fly by pretty quick it seems. Sunny, night, sunny, night, rainy, night... Of course those are mostly assumptions. Have I actually seen the sunlight or the rain? Well thankfully there's a window in the office and i can see through the side of the parking deck when i'm walking through it. But for all intensive purposes, i should likely be classified as a vampire. Travelling only in the dark (the only exception is when i leave to come home, at this point i sit in traffic during the sunset and by the time i'm home its dark), my thoughts writhing around surreal principles and scenarios, and a diminishing skin tone that rivals a tie-dye'd shirt's post-bleach swim. But then again, i'm not being subjected to any potential sunburns. woo!
Its 5pm, do you know where your bulldozer is?? omgz! its another traffic rant! Friday I left work at about 3:30'ish(the king left early and the admins kicked us out cuz they wanted to go too), if not slightly before. When I got home at 6:15, i decided to inquire as to the cost and operating requirements of an industrial bulldozer. Results pending. Of course a good hour or more of that i spent outside of the car. After getting back to stockbridge I ran headlong into a perturbed clayton county police officer standing in the middle of the road. Apparantly the poor lady had run out of gas while her car was right smack in the middle of the intersection, and she was so emberrassed by it that she was channeling all the traffic away. Then a fellow coworker of hers showed up and began to help her wave traffic away. So after some rather questionable traffic direction, i pulled my butt into the chick-fil-a, grabbed a lemonade and went out to check out the commotion(how do you spell this word?). Apparantly someone going south on 675 who was driving like a bat out of hell found a new method of leap-frogging the concrete divider. Problem was just that, and even two-fold, that he did it on an overpass and fell onto another truck below. I wasn't surprised when i saw the funeral home van leaving the scene shortly after. Again, not surprised when i saw the victims truck compacted to about the size of a go-cart. Drive safe people, some of you i know drive a bit wild at times. Late doesn't matter if you die before you get there.
There is, perhaps, no greater feeling of danger and hazardous caution than when i'm holding an infant. This is why i don't do it! I'm clumsy and the poor child has no understanding of the threat i may pose by simply holding them! Regardless, matt's daughter foolishly assumed this risk, and matt himself foolishly passed her on to me. But then again nothing disasterous came of it. I'm not huge on kids. I mean they're cute and fun sometimes, but i just don't get them very well. For some reason kids have always (until recent years when i've likely since turned evil) liked me. It doesn't make sense. Like a cat will always love on the person who is most allergic to cats. So i'm sitting there with this kid in my arms. ... now what? what do i do? what does she do? what the heck is going on? I was proud however when out of the sheer uneventfulness of the moment, i got her to dance with me. Matt thinks she was just trying to flirt with me, but i don't believe him, she's out of my league, what a babe! Right, so now as i'm trying to figure out how to entertain 2.5 month old kids, i musta done something terribly wrong, cuz i freaked her out somehow and she bout kicked me in the jaw. Dished her off to matt before things got ugly and just watched the rest of the night. Hell i'm just glad i didn't break the kid.
How is it, on days preceding days that i've got a lot to do, i always end up out drinking somewhere and home with a slight to moderate hangover the next day? Why?! I don't even want to think about all i didn't do for work that i should have today. And i knew i had all this to do, but yet i still ended up at mama's with the crew. "I know they'll want me to go out! so i'll take my car!" yes, this would be a valid escape tactic in most situations, but how is it we're always going together.... in my car. Hell, last night i wasn't even driving my car. My right contact was about as foggy as a sheet of wax paper and i think i was scaring sherry so she appropriated my vehicle and set out, and mama's we ended up at. Ok ok, now while i'm thinking about it, i wonder how much money those guys in the bathroom make. Ya know, the ones that turn the water on for you, squirt soap in your hand and hand you a paper towel? I swear to god. I don't need to pay $10 a night just to go to the bathroom. Dude, i'll wash my own damn hands. But i can't. Its full service or none at all, so i just stopped doing it. That dude has to make like $500 an hour in a place like that, then the bastard calls me out cuz i didn't tip him the 2nd time i was in there. Screw you man, makin $500 an hour callin me out cuz i didnt "show you the love" or whatever. bah!
I don't dance. Much like holding infants, it poses much more of a public hazard than socially acceptable. Thats why i just hang out and let everyone else do it. The problem is meeting people who dance. I'd successfully negotiated myself out of dancing situations for the prime of the night(well morning really), until about 5 minutes before we left. I'm standing there by sherry then next thing i know some girl is dragging me by the wrist onto the dance floor and i'm surrounded by her and her friends. So here i am, like a deer in headlights in the classic "don't be a gimp and fark this up" scenario dancing with 4 girls at once dancing in ways i used to think would send people to hell for. Despite every guy's "whoa you go pimp!" kinda reaction, i got manhandled. I dunno how or why, but i was in a complete state of shock and naivity. What the heck do i do?! Got two behind me with their arms around me, one in front of me doin that booty-shake thingy, and one to my left who grabbed my arm and put it round her, to leave it simple. I think i have a little bit of an understanding of what its like to be manhandled and raped now, but without the actual rape. Now keep in mind i've consumed an amount of beer almost hitting the triple digit oz. marker over the course of the evening. I may have just passed out and dreamt this, although i have a new number in my phone w/o a name so i guess it was real, whoever's # that is. Sure it was nice, but i can't deny when we left 5 minutes later, there was a pinch of relief and an "oh my god i'm alive!"ish kinda feeling. Fun i guess? So we left, and i was a bit worried mandyland, who had as many shots as i had beers, was a bit too sick for her own good, but at least she made it up the steps on her own. I crashed on the couch, listening to the gawdern drippy faucet for what seemed like 20-30 hours, but was only like 5. So about 5 hours later (9 o'clockish) i slinky'd down the steps and drove home. Then the headaches began. Its after 5 now and i'm just now starting to feel a bit better. *sigh* goodnight for the 4th of probably 5 times today.
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