A paper crain constructed by a Japanese girl more than 50 years ago is in the WTC Tribute exhibit. It's very fitting- So tiny, so delicate, and yet, so powerful
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Another Reason Women Wear Scents
It's a lingering reminder of them after you say goodbye for the evening.
They KNOW this- My shirt from last night is one of my favorite smells of the moment.
They KNOW this- My shirt from last night is one of my favorite smells of the moment.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
What's a Power Ballad?
I sing karaoke, and it's true.. I probably can't sing. On Sundays at The Cherry Pit, we like to make up theme nights. It's typically dead and we're all good friends. It makes it fun, new, and different for me. I did a few for Disney Night "Under the Sea", "Chim Chim Cheree" and (I know, it's MGM) "If I only had a Brain/Heart/Nerve".
Well, someone already of claimed "I Will Do Anything for Love"
Here are some ideas. I may throw in all or some. With lyrics. Sing along!
* I Would need a singing partner*
Ideas! Need them. And, no Air Supply.
Well, someone already of claimed "I Will Do Anything for Love"
Here are some ideas. I may throw in all or some. With lyrics. Sing along!
* I Would need a singing partner*
Ideas! Need them. And, no Air Supply.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
New Man for a Night
I wasn't completely myself last night at my friend's birthday. I dressed up. I drank wine (at a bar). I talked to people. I danced swing with someone who's nearly a stranger. I danced the fool by myself. I asked someone out for next weekend.
I didn't have as much of a care as I usually do.
But why?
I was kicking back for a good part of the night w/ my cousin Bob, who's GREAT conversation and been good company lately. He has this go with-the-flow, take chances attitude about everything. Maybe I lifted a little from his philosophy.
Since I started my exercise and "diet" regimen in September, I've lost around 20-30 pounds. I've been hovering at 230 for about a couple weeks now. Despite that, my physical self image has improved In the bathroom, I spend a couple extra seconds in the mirror flexing my progress.
Then, maybe the clothes and the occasion helped me along too. I was more or less in costume for this "red carpet bash". It was a celebration.
I don't know... I sure hope this was more than the Merlot, and a change has come upon me.
I didn't have as much of a care as I usually do.
But why?
I was kicking back for a good part of the night w/ my cousin Bob, who's GREAT conversation and been good company lately. He has this go with-the-flow, take chances attitude about everything. Maybe I lifted a little from his philosophy.
Since I started my exercise and "diet" regimen in September, I've lost around 20-30 pounds. I've been hovering at 230 for about a couple weeks now. Despite that, my physical self image has improved In the bathroom, I spend a couple extra seconds in the mirror flexing my progress.
Then, maybe the clothes and the occasion helped me along too. I was more or less in costume for this "red carpet bash". It was a celebration.
I don't know... I sure hope this was more than the Merlot, and a change has come upon me.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Dying?
My head and body have felt unbelievably hot and achy, and I did not sleep maybe an hour at a time. It was mostly due to getting up to pee all night, and drinking more water.
I need to kick this illness. It started with a bit of a cough on Sunday, more coughing on Monday, then fever started setting on. My head could have exploded last night.
I'll try sleeping today. I need to kick this feeling.
I need to kick this illness. It started with a bit of a cough on Sunday, more coughing on Monday, then fever started setting on. My head could have exploded last night.
I'll try sleeping today. I need to kick this feeling.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Uncle Justin!!!
Tonight was yet another family function. It was my niece Ashley's birthday. The big 1-0. I bought her "Thriller" because I knew she was into MJ since he passed. She deserves a good birthday. She's a great older sister who helps her mom with her 4 and 6 year old siblings, and now a 1 year old brother as well.
She officially became my niece through the nuptials of my brother and sister-in law at the county courthouse. My dad and step-mom had barely (or ever?) known the children or my sister in-law before my brother was married. Baby Alex was born shortly after the wedding and I now had five nieces and nephews to consider instead of just one. Last Christmas, I just bought a hodge-podge of cheap toys at Sears and decided to assigned names later. Like I really understood what was age appropriate (thankfully, I had help).
I come over many times and spend time to have dinner. When I walk through the door, the kids and my brother's wife would say "Hi Uncle Justin!"
I have no clue what I do to cause kids to like me. Playful, maybe. I get great joy from playing with the kids. I am just becoming better at putting my stern face on. If the nice guy gets serious, maybe they won't try to pull stuff with their parents when I'm around. I remember being a little shit at grandma's for that reason.
A friend asked me, at the beginning of the year, what's new in my life. I told her about my brother and his new wife and my nieces and nephews. "No, how are YOU doing?" I am not up to much. I have a few friends I don't see much anymore, and I worry about the status of all that ... I have family. That's a bigger part of my life now.
I get to carve pumpkins and have dinner with the whole gang on Thursday at Dad's. I remember trying to help the kids once ice fishing this past winter. The tangles. OH the tangles. And it was cold. Now I get to supervise them with more sharp objects. I'm looking forward to teaching patience and guiding creativity.
Scooping seeds and slime.
She officially became my niece through the nuptials of my brother and sister-in law at the county courthouse. My dad and step-mom had barely (or ever?) known the children or my sister in-law before my brother was married. Baby Alex was born shortly after the wedding and I now had five nieces and nephews to consider instead of just one. Last Christmas, I just bought a hodge-podge of cheap toys at Sears and decided to assigned names later. Like I really understood what was age appropriate (thankfully, I had help).
I come over many times and spend time to have dinner. When I walk through the door, the kids and my brother's wife would say "Hi Uncle Justin!"
I have no clue what I do to cause kids to like me. Playful, maybe. I get great joy from playing with the kids. I am just becoming better at putting my stern face on. If the nice guy gets serious, maybe they won't try to pull stuff with their parents when I'm around. I remember being a little shit at grandma's for that reason.
A friend asked me, at the beginning of the year, what's new in my life. I told her about my brother and his new wife and my nieces and nephews. "No, how are YOU doing?" I am not up to much. I have a few friends I don't see much anymore, and I worry about the status of all that ... I have family. That's a bigger part of my life now.
I get to carve pumpkins and have dinner with the whole gang on Thursday at Dad's. I remember trying to help the kids once ice fishing this past winter. The tangles. OH the tangles. And it was cold. Now I get to supervise them with more sharp objects. I'm looking forward to teaching patience and guiding creativity.
Scooping seeds and slime.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Mistake - Moby
Don’t speak to me this way
Don’t ever let me say
Don’t leave me again x 2
I never felt this loss before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
[ x2]
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hug me again x 2
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hug me this again x 2
I never felt this loss before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
I never felt this loss before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Please, Don’t let me make the same mistake again x2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSLS9nlrcbo
Don’t ever let me say
Don’t leave me again x 2
I never felt this loss before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
[ x2]
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hug me again x 2
Don’t hug me this way
Don’t touch me this way
Don’t hug me this again x 2
I never felt this loss before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
Please, don’t let me make the same mistake again
Don’t let me make the same mistake again
I never felt this loss before
And the world is closing doors
I never wanted anything more
Please, Don’t let me make the same mistake again x2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSLS9nlrcbo
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Do you ever feel...
Like you're at a permanent time-out at school. While other kids are out having fun on the playground, you are stuck in the corner with the dunce cap watching and wishing you could join in.
It's almost like it's being done on purpose. To rub my nose on it. Well, not blaming anyone for anything. But, it feels that way.
People are free to get along with whomever they wish. I just don't want to lose any more people that matter to me.
I FEEL like a dunce.
It's almost like it's being done on purpose. To rub my nose on it. Well, not blaming anyone for anything. But, it feels that way.
People are free to get along with whomever they wish. I just don't want to lose any more people that matter to me.
I FEEL like a dunce.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
It's Been a While
I haven't had much to say, lately.
Sorry.
I'm hitting the gym these days. Some days I enjoy it. The endorphins are pumping as I'm pushing myself to the limit. Other days, like today, I lack the motivation.
My usual routine is a short cardio warm up, stretch, muscle group, abs/back, long cardio, and a deeper cool-down stretch.
I leave very little room for a breaks in my workout, because keeping the heart rate up is key to the universe (Or something). And abs during every workout, because my bellay needs a trim down.
So I left today without the long cardio. Not sure if I'm depressed; or, the fact the Honey Nut Cheerios taste remained on my palate. That lingering taste is sort of nauseating.
Once I notice a plateau is forming, I'll switch it up a bit.
Do it yourself training. I hope it works.
Rice cakes.
Sorry.
I'm hitting the gym these days. Some days I enjoy it. The endorphins are pumping as I'm pushing myself to the limit. Other days, like today, I lack the motivation.
My usual routine is a short cardio warm up, stretch, muscle group, abs/back, long cardio, and a deeper cool-down stretch.
I leave very little room for a breaks in my workout, because keeping the heart rate up is key to the universe (Or something). And abs during every workout, because my bellay needs a trim down.
So I left today without the long cardio. Not sure if I'm depressed; or, the fact the Honey Nut Cheerios taste remained on my palate. That lingering taste is sort of nauseating.
Once I notice a plateau is forming, I'll switch it up a bit.
Do it yourself training. I hope it works.
Rice cakes.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A Human Face Attached to the Controversy
I've had some interest in the issue of the Metro Gang Task force, notably the fleecing of an innocent man. Was the man undocumented? Sure. But no excuse, no pretense to ever hassle the guy.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
More Reading On the Divorce Boom
http://minnesota.publicradio.org/projects/2009/08/divorce/index.shtml
It's peculular that it peaked at around 1979. I wonder if the boom is a result of the fact there was more of an obligation to get married as a result of children than it is today.
"
These kids seem to know they are out of their depth dealing with unhappy parents, but they don't know what to do about it.
"It's like when you watch a grown-up movie, you don't want to know about this stuff yet," said Lizzy.
Halee, the girl sitting next to Lizzy, nods in agreement. Then she says, "That's why they have cartoons."
"
It's peculular that it peaked at around 1979. I wonder if the boom is a result of the fact there was more of an obligation to get married as a result of children than it is today.
"
These kids seem to know they are out of their depth dealing with unhappy parents, but they don't know what to do about it.
"It's like when you watch a grown-up movie, you don't want to know about this stuff yet," said Lizzy.
Halee, the girl sitting next to Lizzy, nods in agreement. Then she says, "That's why they have cartoons."
"
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
(Just About Possibly)Too Little Too Late
2:15 PM
It was raining so hard, we could barely see out the windows.
We heard a storm siren.News of tornado touching down at 35 W near the Convention Center were reported. A downtown church and The Electric Fetus record store saw damge. Trees were uprooted.
People were looking out the office window to try to catch a glimpes of something coming or going. *stupid*
The building's alert system started beeping and we all moved away from the exterior windows. Then ,we were given the okay to go back to our desks from the admins. The alert system is still beeping . The PA annouces "Clear away from exterior windows."
Time- 2:45PM
Fail.
2:50- "We received new information, it's alright to go back near the windows."
Like we have been for 15 minutes?
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
No More Gmail @ Work
No more personal e-mail access at my job. Lame.
Since my work e-mail has personal use guidelines (except for emergencies), I will be only blogging from home in the future.How the heck do I remember my whole day, when all I want to do is zone out? Sometimes, I can't even remember 3 weeks back.
I might just have to focus on work.
That's a damn shame.
Drool Your Face Off!!!
I was looking into just buying something for the work potluck tommorow. I figured "Candyland is basically downstairs, I know they sell popcorn. Let me see how much I shoudl expect to spend."
I went to this site:
You will get lost forever. Surfing this site, and now blogging it, is not contributing to a productive day one bit. I love the fact there's a "Chocolate covered..." category in their list of products.
Gummi Army Men. YUM!
Sour Gummy Worms. YUM YUM!
UCKY!
Holy crap I want that NOW! YUM!
Whew! You saved the day, toffee/chocolate pretzel.
*I won't know if these pics will work until I get home. I wish Twitter had a work-around where I can just e-mail Tweets. @work. hehe
Old, But New Here
This is an old lament from OK Cupid earlier in the year. I got myself in a quite sticky situation.:
I went on a couple dates with a beautiful and seemingly kind woman. We met eachother while she was at the bar with another guy I knew. She told me I was cute then, and said this guy was just her friend. I am not sure now if its true. He was quite jealous and acted liked he loved her, after knowing her for only a few weeks himself.
We connected on our dates, and in short time, developed an intimate bond. All I wanted was a kiss. What I got was everthing. We messaged eachother via text. She was getting a late start in life due to a possibly shady past and becoming a mother twice. She was in school for nursing.
She lived in her "Ex-boyfriend's" house. I put it in quotes, because he isn't under the impression they are broken up. He was locked up for some crimes and shortly after my dates with her, he had gotten out. He's due for more sentencing in a month or so for other crimes. She's playing a role so she can still have a home for her (their) family.I had a good friend tell me to run away. I didn't listen right away.
It is my understanding that she isn't happy, and I trusted her feelings and intentions for me are true. I tried to break off for practical reasons, but I was begged back in. "One short month". I still adored the person I knew. I don't know if I could help her.. if I could bring someone happiness. She is clearly stuck.
But now we won't speak for a while due to another family emergency she's having. Meanwhile, there was a little war between the guy she was with at the bar and his lady friend got in the mix as well. My character has been attacked. I'm told over and over by others to run away. Get out. No woman is worth this.
I'm getting away this time. When she calls or texts in a week or two, I will put my foot down. It will be tough for me. She'll try to beg me back in. Become my friend. I can only hope I have enough will power to resist her.
Sure, it's one month before the baby-daddy is back in the clink.I would be free to come out fro mthe shaddows and see her. But, for how long? What would be next?
I am way too nice for this bullshit. I dont get involved in shady business. I don't want to be part of anybody's lie. And frankly, I don't want to put my life in danger over a woman. No amount of mutual attraction is worth it.
**** Update: Through short messages and a brief phone call a week or two ago, know she went through rehab for alcohol and she's trying to be a good person. She's out of his house on her own with her boys. I don't know what made me fail to see she was ever "bad". I could understand rehab from alcohol though. I still won't get involved with this person, but this is me being cheerleader from afar. YAY! GO YOU!
I went on a couple dates with a beautiful and seemingly kind woman. We met eachother while she was at the bar with another guy I knew. She told me I was cute then, and said this guy was just her friend. I am not sure now if its true. He was quite jealous and acted liked he loved her, after knowing her for only a few weeks himself.
We connected on our dates, and in short time, developed an intimate bond. All I wanted was a kiss. What I got was everthing. We messaged eachother via text. She was getting a late start in life due to a possibly shady past and becoming a mother twice. She was in school for nursing.
She lived in her "Ex-boyfriend's" house. I put it in quotes, because he isn't under the impression they are broken up. He was locked up for some crimes and shortly after my dates with her, he had gotten out. He's due for more sentencing in a month or so for other crimes. She's playing a role so she can still have a home for her (their) family.I had a good friend tell me to run away. I didn't listen right away.
It is my understanding that she isn't happy, and I trusted her feelings and intentions for me are true. I tried to break off for practical reasons, but I was begged back in. "One short month". I still adored the person I knew. I don't know if I could help her.. if I could bring someone happiness. She is clearly stuck.
But now we won't speak for a while due to another family emergency she's having. Meanwhile, there was a little war between the guy she was with at the bar and his lady friend got in the mix as well. My character has been attacked. I'm told over and over by others to run away. Get out. No woman is worth this.
I'm getting away this time. When she calls or texts in a week or two, I will put my foot down. It will be tough for me. She'll try to beg me back in. Become my friend. I can only hope I have enough will power to resist her.
Sure, it's one month before the baby-daddy is back in the clink.I would be free to come out fro mthe shaddows and see her. But, for how long? What would be next?
I am way too nice for this bullshit. I dont get involved in shady business. I don't want to be part of anybody's lie. And frankly, I don't want to put my life in danger over a woman. No amount of mutual attraction is worth it.
**** Update: Through short messages and a brief phone call a week or two ago, know she went through rehab for alcohol and she's trying to be a good person. She's out of his house on her own with her boys. I don't know what made me fail to see she was ever "bad". I could understand rehab from alcohol though. I still won't get involved with this person, but this is me being cheerleader from afar. YAY! GO YOU!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Awake
I napped from 5 until 6:30, hoping I would be up and ready to get stuff done... I wasn't ready for squat.
I tried re-napping at 7- and my empty stomach or guilty conscience is just not letting me pass out.
I tried re-napping at 7- and my empty stomach or guilty conscience is just not letting me pass out.
Messed Up Drug Stories
I don't use drugs. I never have, and I never will.I don't think I have the capability to smoke anything, I hate needles, I sneeze when I pluck a nose hair... it's just not possible. I don't want to be under the influence of any substance... well, alcohol is okay on occasion.. But it's my silly-fun juice.
I don't think I am capable of fully controlling my mind anyways. It can be an impulsive/reflexive organ, almost likened to a doctor tapping below the knee cap. I see, and I react. Drugs would just make it worse.
But, I LOVE hearing my brother tell stories about he and his friends getting high. Those days are long over for him. Well, the harder stuff is. Weed has creeped back in.
Last night, the subject was opened up while dad was sitting with us. I did not ever witness my dad as a drug user, he wasn't a junkie. He enjoyed the occasional beer and got drunk. But otherwise, no drugs.
It starts with my bro telling a story about how his grandma saw pretty flowers budding in some plants out back at her cabin, and decided top transplant them to the front. These plants had gotten VERY tall, and his uncle saw them and asked "What the hell are you growing, ma?"
Being the innocent one, I asked "Well, the bud is the part you smoke, right? not the leaf?"
and he went into how the leaf is used to make edible brownies and stuff. You actually get more THC when it's ingested than if it's smoked.
Then dad chimes in on the subject "You can just put it into a blender and the oiliness of the plant can allow it to be substituted for butter in recipes."
I was amazed by the fact, and that dad knew that. He's nearing 54, it shouldn't be surprising he has lived a full life in his youth.
I don't think I am capable of fully controlling my mind anyways. It can be an impulsive/reflexive organ, almost likened to a doctor tapping below the knee cap. I see, and I react. Drugs would just make it worse.
But, I LOVE hearing my brother tell stories about he and his friends getting high. Those days are long over for him. Well, the harder stuff is. Weed has creeped back in.
Last night, the subject was opened up while dad was sitting with us. I did not ever witness my dad as a drug user, he wasn't a junkie. He enjoyed the occasional beer and got drunk. But otherwise, no drugs.
It starts with my bro telling a story about how his grandma saw pretty flowers budding in some plants out back at her cabin, and decided top transplant them to the front. These plants had gotten VERY tall, and his uncle saw them and asked "What the hell are you growing, ma?"
Being the innocent one, I asked "Well, the bud is the part you smoke, right? not the leaf?"
and he went into how the leaf is used to make edible brownies and stuff. You actually get more THC when it's ingested than if it's smoked.
Then dad chimes in on the subject "You can just put it into a blender and the oiliness of the plant can allow it to be substituted for butter in recipes."
I was amazed by the fact, and that dad knew that. He's nearing 54, it shouldn't be surprising he has lived a full life in his youth.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I've Got My Spine, I've Got My Orange Crush
It's funny I hear "Orange Crush" on TheCurrent at this moment.
I quoted lyrics to this song in a Facebook status message yesterday.
Follow me, don't follow me.
I guess being "unfollowed" on Twitter inspired me to do that.
It's such a stupid site, I should not have taken it so personally. My Tweets are fairly incessant and sometimes funny. Really, I'm the funniest guy I know and people agree... that I think I'm the funniest guy around.
Alex said I was pasty. Tong, mis-heard, restated that I was tasty. We laugh. 'Alex, let's go get health benefits together' To Iowa we go.
4:47 PM Aug 12th from txt
Honey nut cheerios is only PART of a complete breakfast. My tumbly wants toast, juice, and bacon.
7:10 AM Aug 11th from txt
The Walk of Life by Dire Straits. I command you to leave my head now. With your cool keyboard intro and danceable beat.
11:43 PM Aug 9th from txt
My mom let me grow up to be a cowboy.
3:30 PM Jul 29th from txt
Instant Karma at Karaoke. That was for you, Kate. :) You'll shine on. Like the moon, the Stars, and the Sun. Congrats.
10:17 PM Jul 27th from web in reply to ______
Otters! I saw otters crossing the street near my apt! Awesome...
4:49 PM Jul 26th from web
I heard Judy Garland had Mickey rooney's abortion when she was 15. Just a rumor though. That I made up.
1:24 PM Jul 25th from web
I have 2 brothers. Burping for volume and peeing for distance are things I became good at. What happens in the woods stays in the woods.
10:52 PM Jul 17th from web
Running late. still cleaning eye goo on the bus. it's a glasses day.
7:44 AM Jul 14th from mobile web
The horn on the bus goes beep-thefuck-beep, all through the town. Make way on the shoulder, slow-shits!
5:19 PM Jul 9th from txt
Many geriatric folk are on Niccolet watching the Lions club parade. They seem so well behaved outside of the bingo hall.
10:35 AM Jul 7th from txt
Follow me on Twitter as stinsauce for others. Those were just randoms I pulled that caught my eye.
I quoted lyrics to this song in a Facebook status message yesterday.
Follow me, don't follow me.
I guess being "unfollowed" on Twitter inspired me to do that.
It's such a stupid site, I should not have taken it so personally. My Tweets are fairly incessant and sometimes funny. Really, I'm the funniest guy I know and people agree... that I think I'm the funniest guy around.
Alex said I was pasty. Tong, mis-heard, restated that I was tasty. We laugh. 'Alex, let's go get health benefits together' To Iowa we go.
4:47 PM Aug 12th from txt
Honey nut cheerios is only PART of a complete breakfast. My tumbly wants toast, juice, and bacon.
7:10 AM Aug 11th from txt
The Walk of Life by Dire Straits. I command you to leave my head now. With your cool keyboard intro and danceable beat.
11:43 PM Aug 9th from txt
My mom let me grow up to be a cowboy.
3:30 PM Jul 29th from txt
Instant Karma at Karaoke. That was for you, Kate. :) You'll shine on. Like the moon, the Stars, and the Sun. Congrats.
10:17 PM Jul 27th from web in reply to ______
Otters! I saw otters crossing the street near my apt! Awesome...
4:49 PM Jul 26th from web
I heard Judy Garland had Mickey rooney's abortion when she was 15. Just a rumor though. That I made up.
1:24 PM Jul 25th from web
I have 2 brothers. Burping for volume and peeing for distance are things I became good at. What happens in the woods stays in the woods.
10:52 PM Jul 17th from web
Running late. still cleaning eye goo on the bus. it's a glasses day.
7:44 AM Jul 14th from mobile web
The horn on the bus goes beep-thefuck-beep, all through the town. Make way on the shoulder, slow-shits!
5:19 PM Jul 9th from txt
Many geriatric folk are on Niccolet watching the Lions club parade. They seem so well behaved outside of the bingo hall.
10:35 AM Jul 7th from txt
Follow me on Twitter as stinsauce for others. Those were just randoms I pulled that caught my eye.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Update on the Hmong Bride...
Tong told me of a dream she had where coworkers in our old department (we go back a few years) were setting up a fund to for me to get a girlfriend.
Or, as it is, purchase a Hmong bride.
I need to ask a couple old classmates of mine if they had to follow this tradition. Facebook actually comes in handy on this issue.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Smoke Alarm!
I tried making a pizza this afternoon. Well, I did. It was delicious.
Why do I need a smoke alarm in my kitchen. I live in a studio apartment. I can see and smell the goddamn fire.
I suppose if I was passed out unconscious or wasn't home, and there was a spontaneous combustion... the neighbors would need to know what's up.
For now, it's my "you have a dirty oven" alarm.
*Okay, I get "building ordainances" and safety. It's just friggen annoying.
Why do I need a smoke alarm in my kitchen. I live in a studio apartment. I can see and smell the goddamn fire.
I suppose if I was passed out unconscious or wasn't home, and there was a spontaneous combustion... the neighbors would need to know what's up.
For now, it's my "you have a dirty oven" alarm.
*Okay, I get "building ordainances" and safety. It's just friggen annoying.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Funny MJ Memory
This just came to me head.
Okay, so there was a period before dad remarried where my uncle was living with my dad. He'd gotten a divorce, and needed a place to live. I swear to blob, my dad's house became the coolest place ever. There was an RC Cola machine, a bar in the dining room with a large TV, and attached to it was an Atari . All this was my uncle's stuff.
Well, this guy was a supermarket manager for Country Club Market. Remember that local chain? He had this Pepsi Michael Jackson stand-up store display at dad's in the bar/dining room. It was MJ from his "Bad" era. I Googled it on Bing, and there are some EBay listing of these cardboard guys going for 1,500-2,000 dollars.
They used to prank each other all the time, by placing the standy at random parts of the house. My step mom recalls leaving my dad's bedroom while they were dating and being scared nearly shitless. There was Michael standing at the top of the stairs, courtesy of my uncle.
She still decided to marry him after that. Wow.
Okay, so there was a period before dad remarried where my uncle was living with my dad. He'd gotten a divorce, and needed a place to live. I swear to blob, my dad's house became the coolest place ever. There was an RC Cola machine, a bar in the dining room with a large TV, and attached to it was an Atari . All this was my uncle's stuff.
Well, this guy was a supermarket manager for Country Club Market. Remember that local chain? He had this Pepsi Michael Jackson stand-up store display at dad's in the bar/dining room. It was MJ from his "Bad" era. I Googled it on Bing, and there are some EBay listing of these cardboard guys going for 1,500-2,000 dollars.
They used to prank each other all the time, by placing the standy at random parts of the house. My step mom recalls leaving my dad's bedroom while they were dating and being scared nearly shitless. There was Michael standing at the top of the stairs, courtesy of my uncle.
She still decided to marry him after that. Wow.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I Choked On My Chicken
I had a little bit of a choking incident at work. Nothing unusual for me. Big pieces and/or dry pieces of meat get stuck in my esophagus. Macy's Chicken was quite dry today. and I ate a bit too fast.
Let the masturbation jokes begin:
I made a mess around the toilet
I began sweating profusely
Once someone realized what I was doing, they swiftly left the restroom
My heartbeat became slightly arrhythmic
It's 2:20 PM and still can't concentrate at work
I became slightly asphyxiated (RIP David Carradine)
It shot out and splashed into the toilet water
I was dizzy afterward
Any other ideas?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Confused on Dating
I'm putting myself out there in the dating scene. I use this "useful" tool called Okcupid.com.
I have a profile. I've met some good people on there, and many other failures.
Recently, I had a date. But before that, we chatted online quite a bit. I was quite skeptical of this date going into it.
First off, the pics were NOT good. I was pessimistic about that. but there were a couple of good ones she had up on Facebook... figured you only look as good as your best photograph.
Secondly, she seemed WAY excited for this date.Like, they say "don't count your chickens before they hatch". She was talking about making time for me when she was back at school, possibly cooking for me and helping me organize my place.
My friend convinced me to not put her down. This girl liked me going into this... so I should like that.
I was interested in meeting, but I had my eyes out for other possibilities too. Other dates were made for the future.
So we decide to drive to the baseball game in my car, so she drove here. I saw her. Not THAT bad looking. Quite attractive. boobs. lol
But talking to her was like prying open a can with a butter knife. Maybe I was coming on too much. Forrest Gump impressions are not appreciated. I think that was the mistake. If I would've used it in any of my past dates, I probably still be a virgin.
So during the game, we spoke between innings. Well, we sort of spoke... that failed. She didn't like my type of music, movies. There were silences.
The convo picked up on the way back from the game. But there were no hugs or anything when we parted.
I received a message the next day "I had fun, but we are not a match."
Part of me wishes that excitement from before the date was still around. I know, I know... very little in common, blah blah blah.
I don't think friends will be a possibility, even though she said "friends". Lies lies... socially conventional lies.
But suppose even a second date, I would've been more comfortable and possibly we'd find each other.
Maybe it was because SHE decided she didn't like me. I wasn't 100% decided, but she was. Probably the instant she actually saw me. Therefore, I lost the game.
I am missing something. I yearn for that connection where someone wants me and I want them. I want shared smiles, laughter... openness. It's about beating hearts. Admiration, mutual support.
Happy. Happy. Happy.
That's what I'm really looking to find.
Happy.
I have a profile. I've met some good people on there, and many other failures.
Recently, I had a date. But before that, we chatted online quite a bit. I was quite skeptical of this date going into it.
First off, the pics were NOT good. I was pessimistic about that. but there were a couple of good ones she had up on Facebook... figured you only look as good as your best photograph.
Secondly, she seemed WAY excited for this date.Like, they say "don't count your chickens before they hatch". She was talking about making time for me when she was back at school, possibly cooking for me and helping me organize my place.
My friend convinced me to not put her down. This girl liked me going into this... so I should like that.
I was interested in meeting, but I had my eyes out for other possibilities too. Other dates were made for the future.
So we decide to drive to the baseball game in my car, so she drove here. I saw her. Not THAT bad looking. Quite attractive. boobs. lol
But talking to her was like prying open a can with a butter knife. Maybe I was coming on too much. Forrest Gump impressions are not appreciated. I think that was the mistake. If I would've used it in any of my past dates, I probably still be a virgin.
So during the game, we spoke between innings. Well, we sort of spoke... that failed. She didn't like my type of music, movies. There were silences.
The convo picked up on the way back from the game. But there were no hugs or anything when we parted.
I received a message the next day "I had fun, but we are not a match."
Part of me wishes that excitement from before the date was still around. I know, I know... very little in common, blah blah blah.
I don't think friends will be a possibility, even though she said "friends". Lies lies... socially conventional lies.
But suppose even a second date, I would've been more comfortable and possibly we'd find each other.
Maybe it was because SHE decided she didn't like me. I wasn't 100% decided, but she was. Probably the instant she actually saw me. Therefore, I lost the game.
I am missing something. I yearn for that connection where someone wants me and I want them. I want shared smiles, laughter... openness. It's about beating hearts. Admiration, mutual support.
Happy. Happy. Happy.
That's what I'm really looking to find.
Happy.
Go Ahead, Screw Up the Next Generation
It's bad enough your dad was a little "eccentric". You can't say that doesn't have an impact on the kids in the first place.
I only know, because I always thought kids with "hippie" parents were weird. With their "natural" peanutbutter, and their loving (of) nature. Taragon? WTF is taragon?
Maybe it's me and MY lack of exposure. But they are still just...
Anyway, Joe is going to torture all the little Michael children to sing and dance. Thankfully, CPS is a bit more attentive towards rich people in Encino, CA in 2009 than they were to poor black kids in Gary, IN in the 1960s.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Requited love is an impossibility and we will fall in love only once. The most potent way to exist is to occupy someone else's imagination, and desire is kept eternally alive by the impossibility of contact. With modern technology and communication, it only heightens the sense of desolation, always a reminder that no one is trying to call.
Not my quote, that's for sure...
Not my quote, that's for sure...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Just the Guys
For a period of time, before my dad remarried... It was just the 4 of us on the weekends. Dad, Willie, Jake, and Me on weekends.
My dad was a man among men. Hunted (unsuccessfully), did repairs (successfuly, only after cursing the devil's dictionary), and he has always been a hard worker. He held mutliple jobs at a time.
So amazingly enough, dad baked with us. We did oatmeal raisin cookies often, and I got to stir.
We would rough house. Often times, it ended with someone crying. Once it was him. I did "top rope" from the couch and accidentally kneed him in the jiblets.
Do NOT make this guy angry. He had/has a booming voice that can tear your soul to shreds. He was known for making "a big noise".
We bathed in his old claw-foot bath tub, and I remember shivering like crazy when I got out. It was very cold in his bathroom.
Then it was bed time. I always wore one of his t-shirts as pajamas. All of the beds were in his bedroom, because his sick uncle lived downstairs and he had another roommate who was a junkie. So, his door was always closed. I slept on the folding bed, and my older brothers slept on a metal bunkbed that was used in my dad's family.
All together, we did the bedtime prayer. We didn't need bedtime stories, because I nearly feel asleep trying to remember eveyone to bless. We "God blessed" everyone that came to mind. Mommy, all of our grandma and grandpas, his brothers, sisters, their spouses... our cousins.
Eventually we said "Amen". And traditionally, he said ,"Good night, I love you, glad you're mine." (Both parents said that to us)
As a naive child of 4 or 5, I once replied "But we're mom's? We don't live with you."
I can only reflect back now what anger and sadness he was trying to hold back.
"You're mine too! You're my sons!"
I have an odd memory for things like this.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Dell, With Windows Vista
Cool!
So, instead of having to go all the way to blogspot, I can enter my blogs on windows Live Writer. Saves me so much inconvenience of… no inconvenience what-so-ever
I don’t have any pics loaded yet, so I’ll just give you this for now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIgC36_Rp80
And this
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Gootchie Man On the FLY!
I LOOOVE my suburban bus. I started taking park and ride out of Oakdale a few weeks ago.
For one, I've been paying for my bus pass all year and hardly used it. I had no clue WHERE to catch the bus. There was one express bus that picked up a couple blocks away. Sweet. No gas is expended. But, I would have to transfer downtown St. Paul onto a 94 Express bus. It took a good hour to commute home.
If I did take a bus, it was usually park and ride from Como. I discovered it a few years ago. It was a local route that cut through the U of M campus. It reliably came every 15 minutes and then I was off on my merry way to run any errands I needed on my way home. Downfall, I was practically driving to Minneapolis to take a bus into downtown. Did I mention it cut through the campus? ;)
Well, I'm nearing 27 and I'm a bit too old for those cheap thrills.
The best part of the new bus is it only has trips to Minneapolis in the morning rush hour, and leaving Minneapolis in the afternoon rush. EVERYONE has enough head on their shoulders to have a job. Therefore, they are normal.
As we enter Minneapolis in the morning, anyone can get on the bus to ride for the downtown fare. Today was a guy calling himself "Gootchie Man". He was a short urbanite with sideways hat and baggy clothes. He walks in with his bag of Doritos and munches loudly. He kept on saying aloud "Gootchie Man on the fly!" "Gootchie Man ridin' downtown!"
I heard him conjure up a loogie, but I'm unsure if he expelled it in the empty bag, or on a surface inside the bus (seat, floor, etc.). I didn't look at him if I didn't have to.
My sweet peaceful suburban bus has been disturbed today. Let's all say a prayer...
Friday, June 26, 2009
You Lose!!
Michael Jackson. We know what happened. But today, I decided to play a little game. I was the only one in on it, but everyone I worked with were contestants.
After being at work for 3 hours, my co-worker asked "Did you know about Michael?"
With a smile, I jokingly replied, "You Lose!"
"What you mean?"
"I was here for nearly 4 hours and did not bring it up to anyone ONCE. You were the first to menion it to me. You lose."
We shared a laugh... It'd be funny if I went a full shift, and the hottest topic of the day did not pass anyone's lips.
Another one I do with myself is a game called Bus Cord Chicken. The first one to pull the cord to a popular bus stop loses. If it's just your stop, then it's fine. I need to get others involved.
Another popular game, is " Elevator Door Close". First to touch the door close button, well, loses. If you push it repeatedly, like it's going to make it go faster, goes into negative point. My games have no winners. We're all losers here.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Far from Original, It's Queen Lyrics!!
Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da - that's o.k.
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher high high
Pressure on people - people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
but it's so slashed and torn
Why - why - why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love that one more chance
Why can't we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Check out the news/current events from all over the world, read, read again. You're on the internet, find the song. Listen to it. Again and again. Be inspired.
Mama Don't Take My Kodachrome Away
I sang the song "Kodachrome" a couple of times. People nowdays don't even know what it is. Alas, the first color film by Kodak is being retired.
I like film. Really. Sure, you can take a ditital print and photshop it however you like.. But film, you can play with light, focus, exposure time... and in the end process, chemistry to get different effects. But, I never took a photo-lab class.
And, it's not reliant on pixel quality. It sees what you see. It captures light like your eye captures light.
When you get the roll developed, every mistake and crappy picture costs you the same as any 1 of a million good pictures you take. Isn't that what life is about? Mistakes?
I wish we can just delete imperfections and look at just what we want to see, but we can't.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Hang On, as if it's Your Life!
I contacted someone on Facebook who was an older sister of a friend from way back.
I cling to this missed opportunity. It was only 10th grade. I went to a school play alone, she happened to be there too. There was a sign with the name "Justin" around her neck... but I think it was meant for a different Justin I didn't know. So, she said. She always seemed a bit aloof since I knew her in 8th grade...yet so intriguing. This night, she had a big furry coat. We spent time catching up. I felt bad when she said someone attempted to sexually assault her the previous summer. We were talking like were chums again. Then, "Raisin in the Sun" started.
I tried to enjoy the play, but she was tickling me onmy side at random intervals. It was sort of fun. That night she and our friend, who did lights for the play, wanted me to stay later for the Sadie Hawkins dance that night. I didn't feel comfortable at dances, and I didn't want to be out too late to worry mom. Remember when nobody had cell phones?
Were there clues I missed? Why was I so dense? Why didn't I jump on opportunities? Invitations were meant to be taken up on. Whatever deep connections I could've established, were lost.
So, I messaged her sis the other day. I was told she was alright and working for the U. I don't need to worry any more. She was sort of a person you would feel concerned about. I passed my number along. I doubt any reconnections will occur.
I cling to this missed opportunity. It was only 10th grade. I went to a school play alone, she happened to be there too. There was a sign with the name "Justin" around her neck... but I think it was meant for a different Justin I didn't know. So, she said. She always seemed a bit aloof since I knew her in 8th grade...yet so intriguing. This night, she had a big furry coat. We spent time catching up. I felt bad when she said someone attempted to sexually assault her the previous summer. We were talking like were chums again. Then, "Raisin in the Sun" started.
I tried to enjoy the play, but she was tickling me onmy side at random intervals. It was sort of fun. That night she and our friend, who did lights for the play, wanted me to stay later for the Sadie Hawkins dance that night. I didn't feel comfortable at dances, and I didn't want to be out too late to worry mom. Remember when nobody had cell phones?
Were there clues I missed? Why was I so dense? Why didn't I jump on opportunities? Invitations were meant to be taken up on. Whatever deep connections I could've established, were lost.
So, I messaged her sis the other day. I was told she was alright and working for the U. I don't need to worry any more. She was sort of a person you would feel concerned about. I passed my number along. I doubt any reconnections will occur.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Breaking in Some New Shoes..
We can all admit that we are human and that we make mistakes. I've made a few as I have been trying to learn new desk procedures. I can attribute a good part of it to a gap in training. Another good part of it, I can say, is my tendancy to be hasty and work in a hurry. I miss things, or maybe I forget it's the year 2009 and not 2008. It ends up being a really big deal.
But say I followed a procedure I was trained on that has me be reactionary as opposed to proactive on something. Because we want to make sure we get the correct funds before following through with the next step.
The supervisor of that person sets me aside and contradicts procedures that were agreed to months ago and tells me to be more proactive and just do the transaction. This turns out to be the incorrect advice...but still in giving this advice, I was complimented that I was hired as an accountant because I was intelligent and expected to take time to think and be proactive. And that they could have just as easily hired a 17 year old kid if they wanted someone to just react to everything that comes through. Way to knock me back 10 years. BTW, they do not hire "kids" here, it was just the example I was given.
I swallow my pride way too much.
VERY intriguing
This morning, I'm off the bus. Notice from behind a woman in black pinstriped business attire, skirt that went above the knees, and.... green and white striped golashes.
Oh my god... for some reason that looked good.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Back on the Job
It's business, it's business time! I love 3 day weekends. So... unproductive. I feel more tired when I'm done with them. What can I say? I like to party?
Not really.
I recently went back to my old house to pick up a few more things I overlooked. It's a barren, lifeless place now.
I have some push-up bars, stretch bands, many plastic hangers, loose change, an electronic drum machine, more HS art work, architectural drafting work... I have college notebooks I can hardly decipher. Partly due to my bad handwriting, but also due to forgetting. It's like I flew off to never-land after college graduation. "Never went to grad school" land. haha
One item that I was amazed to never taken with me on the first trip over was a book of poems with "For Justin Only" written on the front. I person I dated 5-6 years ago entrusted me with her personal collection of poems and writings. I was 21, she had just turned 19. It was a very special honor to be entrusted with this material.
The writings spanned from Jr. High through High school. Some were whimsical and silly, many others were deeply personal. It was what you would expect from an adolescent/juvenile who lived life rebelliously.
It was very much... a blessing that I was welcome into this part of her world. But a curse, in that every story needs a happy ending, right? Whoever and whatever happened before, it was me that's there at the time....
Well, despite the few personal notes I had along with it, I don't know where I stood in the end. We get along now. She dates a good friend of mine, which she happened to meet though separate circumstances. We know the same people, I guess.
I am thankful for finding the book. I like to reminisce, as opposed to being bitter or sad.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Rocket Man!
The blog title is the first thing I thought of. In reality, it has nothing to do with Elton John or this classic song from 197... something.
It's been a while since I posted. What's new?
I have been training on this new "desk" at work. There are repetitive elements of this work, but there are new tasks that allow me to learn more about the financial field. I get to process calls, transfers, and corporate actions. Nevertheless, Im still in the learning process. I've made a few gaffes that were able to be corrected.
I still go out with my karaoke buds. When I go out (these days), I don't get drunk. Maybe 2 drinks in a night.I've been re-visiting this place called "Bleachers" the past couple of Saturdays. The views are new and diffent. I still feel bashful when I'm out. I just don't chat people up. I cannot afford to buy anyone a drink. And, that's the worst excuse one can conjure. I'm shy...
It doesn't mean I'm not selective. To the older slutty woman in the pleather coat... my bubble has been fractured. Thanks.
I played a cruel trick by telling this woman (think "Throw Mamma From the Train") that my almost 40 buddy was not married, and available. Sorry Jim. I didn't know she was gonna stick her tounge in your ear.
Well, I can expound some more on the personal successes and failures I've gone through... but baseball is on.
Justin
It's been a while since I posted. What's new?
I have been training on this new "desk" at work. There are repetitive elements of this work, but there are new tasks that allow me to learn more about the financial field. I get to process calls, transfers, and corporate actions. Nevertheless, Im still in the learning process. I've made a few gaffes that were able to be corrected.
I still go out with my karaoke buds. When I go out (these days), I don't get drunk. Maybe 2 drinks in a night.I've been re-visiting this place called "Bleachers" the past couple of Saturdays. The views are new and diffent. I still feel bashful when I'm out. I just don't chat people up. I cannot afford to buy anyone a drink. And, that's the worst excuse one can conjure. I'm shy...
It doesn't mean I'm not selective. To the older slutty woman in the pleather coat... my bubble has been fractured. Thanks.
I played a cruel trick by telling this woman (think "Throw Mamma From the Train") that my almost 40 buddy was not married, and available. Sorry Jim. I didn't know she was gonna stick her tounge in your ear.
Well, I can expound some more on the personal successes and failures I've gone through... but baseball is on.
Justin
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I know my Asians!!!
Your result for Can you tell the difference between Asians test...
Perfect Score!
3 out of 3
Congratulations, you got every question right! Are you sure you don't know these people personally?
If not, then I'd say you can definitely tell the difference between Asians...well at least that picture. When the actual test is finished, I challenge YOU to take it.
Take Can you tell the difference between Asians test at HelloQuizzy
Friday, May 1, 2009
Truce for the Taste Buds
When I was 4 or 5, my mom used to let my brother and I run about the neighborhood. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I had some neighbors at the end of the block I played with every day.
Patrick was the the boy closer to my age, Shoua was his younger sister, and there was a baby named Maya.
We were jumping from the porch into a plastic kiddie pool full of water. When it came to be my turn, somehow the baby was hanging out in front of me. She was naked except for her diapers. I gave a little nudge and the baby fell from the porch hard into the pool. The dad hollered at me , the mom was wailing at me in her language. They were mad! I ran from the scene FAST and got into my own home.
For a very long time, I did not play outside with my friends at that house. I was full of shame and, more so, I did not want to confront their parents' possible anger. I was worried for the worst.
One day, my friends' father came by our front door and my mom answered. He saw me standing behind her and asked " I was wondering if Justin wanted a Popsicle."
He had one with him. I took it and smiled ( It was okay, he wasn't a stranger at this point). I felt welcome to go back over to play with my favorite neighborhood friends.
He knew I was sorry, and I think he felt bad for me because I was so scared.
I'm not four any more. There's no more being "scared".
But in case anyone is wondering, I like grape.
Patrick was the the boy closer to my age, Shoua was his younger sister, and there was a baby named Maya.
We were jumping from the porch into a plastic kiddie pool full of water. When it came to be my turn, somehow the baby was hanging out in front of me. She was naked except for her diapers. I gave a little nudge and the baby fell from the porch hard into the pool. The dad hollered at me , the mom was wailing at me in her language. They were mad! I ran from the scene FAST and got into my own home.
For a very long time, I did not play outside with my friends at that house. I was full of shame and, more so, I did not want to confront their parents' possible anger. I was worried for the worst.
One day, my friends' father came by our front door and my mom answered. He saw me standing behind her and asked " I was wondering if Justin wanted a Popsicle."
He had one with him. I took it and smiled ( It was okay, he wasn't a stranger at this point). I felt welcome to go back over to play with my favorite neighborhood friends.
He knew I was sorry, and I think he felt bad for me because I was so scared.
I'm not four any more. There's no more being "scared".
But in case anyone is wondering, I like grape.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
DQ Burgers!
DQ has a special of two double cheeseburgers for 3.99. They can do burgers well. I ate the first one, and I HAD to take the second one home to eat with my pants off.
They are that good.
They are that good.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Epilepsy is Dancing
I haven't always been the poetic type, unless I am carrying certain feelings in my heart. Lyrics never have been the first thing to pop out at me when I listen to a song. I'm in it for the music. So, this song caught my attention first for it's sonic brilliance, then the lyrics caught on:
Epilepsy is dancing
She’s the Christ now departing
And I’m finding my rhythm
As I twist in the snow
All the metal burned in me
Down the brain of my river
That fire was searching
For a waterway home
I cry “glitter is love!”
My eyes pinned inside
With green jewels
Hanging like Christmas stars
From a golden vein
As I came to a screaming
Hold me while I’m dreaming
For my fingers are curling
And I cannot breathe
Then I cried in the kitchen
How I’d seen your ghost witching
As a soldering blue line
Between my eyes
I cry “glitter is love!”
My eyes
Pinned inside
Sea green jewels
Hanging like Christmas stars
From a golden vein
Cut me in quadrants
Leave me in the corner
Oh now it’s passing
Oh now I’m dancing
People on Youtube are all in a mess about what he means, and people are hyper sensetive to the epeleptics' cause. He's not mocking epilepsy. I think he means to find the beauty in something that's painful or otherwise unpleasant to witness.
Epilepsy is dancing
She’s the Christ now departing
And I’m finding my rhythm
As I twist in the snow
All the metal burned in me
Down the brain of my river
That fire was searching
For a waterway home
I cry “glitter is love!”
My eyes pinned inside
With green jewels
Hanging like Christmas stars
From a golden vein
As I came to a screaming
Hold me while I’m dreaming
For my fingers are curling
And I cannot breathe
Then I cried in the kitchen
How I’d seen your ghost witching
As a soldering blue line
Between my eyes
I cry “glitter is love!”
My eyes
Pinned inside
Sea green jewels
Hanging like Christmas stars
From a golden vein
Cut me in quadrants
Leave me in the corner
Oh now it’s passing
Oh now I’m dancing
People on Youtube are all in a mess about what he means, and people are hyper sensetive to the epeleptics' cause. He's not mocking epilepsy. I think he means to find the beauty in something that's painful or otherwise unpleasant to witness.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tired...so tired
I did not prep for today at all. It's my fault. After the party ended last night(before 11), I got home and checked gmail. When my computer burnt out (again), I hooked up my old Sega Genesis. I suck at video games. I got whooped so bad on my Wrestlemania game, hockey never was good. I never did understand "off-sides" . Mortal Kombat, FATALITY!
So I got frustrated, found a B-movie on tv and fell asleep.
Ding!... Ding!
Two texts came in from 40404 at 2/2:30 AM. My Twitter chimes as late as an hour after a friend Tweets. Oh cool, one of them is a response to my message I sent from the party. I was complaining about porn being on so early in the evening. I responded back, then shut the sound off my phone.
I woke up with the sun. I thought it was later in the morning. My phone had a message from Carla. She was wondering how much heavy stuff I had left to move at mom's. She and her boyfriend are helping out. She used to hang out here all the time, especially with my brother. She sort of mentioned the memories that we're leaving behind with the house. I sort of blocked any happy or even infamous memories from this place, because it...sucks how this all had to happen.
But what am I leaving behind? Virginity.Pukey alcohol moments . Crazy flasher friend-of-friend (gross, believe me). Boyfriend therapy sessions for Jen. Rendezvous point for other adventures. These come to mind now.
When we moved in, we figured it would be hard work. There were rose bushes in the front, but dog poop left in the back. That's some sort of poetic justice right there, because that was the experience for me.
The previous owner left tons of car paint in the garage. There was a huge dirt mound in the back next to the garage from the people next door digging out a space to park their semi tractors. The dirt was pushing in the cinder blocks on the one side of the garage and mud seeped in. Eventually, the utility door in the garage did not close. Let's see.. missing or broken windows, no door on my bedroom ( I had to get crafty with a sheet).
The work that was needed did not get done. We painted outside the garage once because of city ordinance. I mowed when the grass got too long, I hacked tiny trees as they grew, and I pulled weeds when they got unbearable. It was always too hot, too cloudy, or too rainy for anyone else to do anything.
My mom lost the income that she had when she got the house. I felt scared for her, I felt obligated to stay. I could have contributed more money, more muscle.... But I didn't see the reason. I was tired of it all. When it was a sure thing she was "letting it go", I stuck for a bit longer. I realized "I don't want to be stuck with mom forever."
I left swiftly, so I could leave this problem behind. My friends and relatives asked questions about mom and the house. I hated answering them or even thinking about this situation.
Now that I'm helping her move , the reality of everything is back in the forefront of my consciousness. I hate it. Most of the move is done. Dad brought a produce truck and we loaded it up. I am not in pain from lifting now, just tired.
I'm leaving behind a hole in my bedroom wall. It originated from frustration with a certain someone dear to me at the time (see "virginity" above). It was a swift punch into the drywall. It expanded and peeled away over time. The crack goes all the way down to the base of the wall. It's like I inflicted a scar on the home.
So I got frustrated, found a B-movie on tv and fell asleep.
Ding!... Ding!
Two texts came in from 40404 at 2/2:30 AM. My Twitter chimes as late as an hour after a friend Tweets. Oh cool, one of them is a response to my message I sent from the party. I was complaining about porn being on so early in the evening. I responded back, then shut the sound off my phone.
I woke up with the sun. I thought it was later in the morning. My phone had a message from Carla. She was wondering how much heavy stuff I had left to move at mom's. She and her boyfriend are helping out. She used to hang out here all the time, especially with my brother. She sort of mentioned the memories that we're leaving behind with the house. I sort of blocked any happy or even infamous memories from this place, because it...sucks how this all had to happen.
But what am I leaving behind? Virginity.Pukey alcohol moments . Crazy flasher friend-of-friend (gross, believe me). Boyfriend therapy sessions for Jen. Rendezvous point for other adventures. These come to mind now.
When we moved in, we figured it would be hard work. There were rose bushes in the front, but dog poop left in the back. That's some sort of poetic justice right there, because that was the experience for me.
The previous owner left tons of car paint in the garage. There was a huge dirt mound in the back next to the garage from the people next door digging out a space to park their semi tractors. The dirt was pushing in the cinder blocks on the one side of the garage and mud seeped in. Eventually, the utility door in the garage did not close. Let's see.. missing or broken windows, no door on my bedroom ( I had to get crafty with a sheet).
The work that was needed did not get done. We painted outside the garage once because of city ordinance. I mowed when the grass got too long, I hacked tiny trees as they grew, and I pulled weeds when they got unbearable. It was always too hot, too cloudy, or too rainy for anyone else to do anything.
My mom lost the income that she had when she got the house. I felt scared for her, I felt obligated to stay. I could have contributed more money, more muscle.... But I didn't see the reason. I was tired of it all. When it was a sure thing she was "letting it go", I stuck for a bit longer. I realized "I don't want to be stuck with mom forever."
I left swiftly, so I could leave this problem behind. My friends and relatives asked questions about mom and the house. I hated answering them or even thinking about this situation.
Now that I'm helping her move , the reality of everything is back in the forefront of my consciousness. I hate it. Most of the move is done. Dad brought a produce truck and we loaded it up. I am not in pain from lifting now, just tired.
I'm leaving behind a hole in my bedroom wall. It originated from frustration with a certain someone dear to me at the time (see "virginity" above). It was a swift punch into the drywall. It expanded and peeled away over time. The crack goes all the way down to the base of the wall. It's like I inflicted a scar on the home.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
My Heart Goes Out
In the early part of my childhood, I didn't realize anything was different about my upbringing. I was two when the divorce happened, so it was not unnusual that it was just my mom, brother, and me.
My dad was always in my life and I used to hang on his leg every time he came by. Also, I was also very upset when he didn't come when we expected him. He had a lot of jobs to help pay child support to his three kids (I have an older half brother), and keep his house.
The three of us moved around a lot. We went around to different duplex's and we gained and lost new friends along the way. I remember 448 Sherburne the most. I was there until I was 5.
There were neighbors to the left who were African immigrants, who had two boys. I was jealous of their flexi-blocks. Our neighbors to the right were Hmong. I remember staring through the fence and talking back in jibberish. I wasn't mocking, I just wanted to talk to the kids.
The neighbors 3 houses down were a white man, his deaf Hmong wife, and their kids. I was there tons. We played whenever we could. Even when the kids weren't out, I would run over in my Superman pajamas and use their swing.
We drank powdered milk and ate food from white and yellow boxes. Hot dogs and Mac and cheese. PB & J. When I needed a snack, it was often peanut-putter on a spoon or, my favorite, cinnamon toast. Or, she would say "Go drink water."
We were given a good amount of freedom. My hair was always an unkempt mess, but it was curly and it looked cute on me, so it was okay. I learned to dress myself pretty early. I'm not sure I coordinated my wardrobe well, but I could do everything but tie my shoes. She worked as a hotel maid during this time, so I remember our "vacations" at the hotel.
There were boyfriends. My mom worked at a bar for extra cash and always seemed to get the musicians or deadbeats. She wasn't confident in herself to go after much better. There were some nice guys, then there were some abusive jerks.
One boyfriend in particular impacted us the most. For one, he moved us away from 448 Sherburn to this new duplex his brother co-owned. This new place had mean kids in the neighborhood. He and his Indian brothers got drunk together all the time and ate hard boiled eggs. They played "covered wagon" with me. It was just very unpleasant. We moved on to an apartment on Marion, I remember this guy was always coming over drunk (or as it turned out, high on coke). He used to ring the downstairs buzzer button to the tune of "Shave and a Haircut". That turned into a major anxiety trigger (another blog topic for later). As soon as he was in, he and Mom would have crazy arguments that would drive her to tears, then me. I was scared. My dad threatened, but never belted me. This guy lashed me once at the duplex. Eventually, thank God, he was out of our lives for good.
Meanwhile, my dad had re-married and I was able to see him on a much more consistent basis. My step-mom was very loving, very encouraging of my educational achievements, and has always had an infectious laugh. She seemed very different when she was angry at us, but only because she was unmoving in her discipline. If you want to be a good parent, love your kids A LOT! Show it often, so your disappointment breaks their heart. So in retrospect, she did everything right.
But, there was a certain tension when we were there. Partly, because we NEVER brought good or clean clothes to do anything that weekend. Also, because it seems we only showered on Saturday nights over there. They both truly felt they got the shit end of the stick. They encountered much of the financial burden (in addition to child support), but didn't have the benefit of having us there. "What is she doing with my child support?""What does she do all day?"
I always just got by without knowing specifically what was going on with our lives. I didn't think different of it. I was in 2nd or 3rd grade when I asked mom "Are we on welfare?"
Which she said "Yes."
What was welfare? Welfare kids always got shit from the other kids in school. Am I now inferior, now that I know.
What did mom do? Well, there was a period when she was going to school for accounting. But, she eventually gave up. She watched soaps, did laundry. Sent us on errands, like getting donut stix and nutty bars from the gas station. She spent a bunch of time at bars with her other fat welfare friends, checking out bands. We were baby-sat by our half brother often. It was fun. I learned how to curse, watched booby movies on Showtime, and had vodka snuck into my kool-aid (he claims now just a little bit to get me to sleep). Or, we would be left alone. I would've been just short of 10, my brother was 12 when she started doing this.
And gosh, the a-holes kept coming... they each left a mark on my life some how
Just before I was in high school, she was slowly getting herself off of the system. First it was part time work at Blockbuster Video. Then, she got a new job at Godfather's Pizza. She eventually worked herself onto salary as a supervisor. Enough to think about buying a house... and that's where I end this chapter.
She was on government assistance it because she needed help moving out on her own with kids. This seemed like the only option. Why did we stay on it for so long? Despondent.Depressed. She cared, but then she didn't. What could she do? She just got by in high school and did not drive a car.
I was told by my dad recently that he and my step mom had tried to obtain custody of us when we were kids. I could only wonder how that would've turned out.
Would I act or feel as weak as I do? Would I be as shy of person as I am? Would I've taken to "guy" things, such as fixing things and working on cars? Or depending on when I would be taken in, would I have been set in my ways and my personality.
There's no reason to be bitter now. I am who I am, things were how they were. I should be glad to have lived through this now. It's taught me to appreciate the small things. It's also taught me the greater rewards of hard work.
I am bitter at people who take advantage of the system and plan on kids to get or stay on welfare. There are people who are able, but just don't try.
So why is this blog called "My Heart Goes Out"? Because there are people who do it on their own with little to no assistance. "Girl Meets Geek" is a blog on my side bar. This entry is a response to one of her entries. It always seems to be one step forward and two steps back for her. I want her to succeed in life, more than I wish for my own success. My heart goes out to anyone doing the "right" thing in life, and not looking for short cuts.
My dad was always in my life and I used to hang on his leg every time he came by. Also, I was also very upset when he didn't come when we expected him. He had a lot of jobs to help pay child support to his three kids (I have an older half brother), and keep his house.
The three of us moved around a lot. We went around to different duplex's and we gained and lost new friends along the way. I remember 448 Sherburne the most. I was there until I was 5.
There were neighbors to the left who were African immigrants, who had two boys. I was jealous of their flexi-blocks. Our neighbors to the right were Hmong. I remember staring through the fence and talking back in jibberish. I wasn't mocking, I just wanted to talk to the kids.
The neighbors 3 houses down were a white man, his deaf Hmong wife, and their kids. I was there tons. We played whenever we could. Even when the kids weren't out, I would run over in my Superman pajamas and use their swing.
We drank powdered milk and ate food from white and yellow boxes. Hot dogs and Mac and cheese. PB & J. When I needed a snack, it was often peanut-putter on a spoon or, my favorite, cinnamon toast. Or, she would say "Go drink water."
We were given a good amount of freedom. My hair was always an unkempt mess, but it was curly and it looked cute on me, so it was okay. I learned to dress myself pretty early. I'm not sure I coordinated my wardrobe well, but I could do everything but tie my shoes. She worked as a hotel maid during this time, so I remember our "vacations" at the hotel.
There were boyfriends. My mom worked at a bar for extra cash and always seemed to get the musicians or deadbeats. She wasn't confident in herself to go after much better. There were some nice guys, then there were some abusive jerks.
One boyfriend in particular impacted us the most. For one, he moved us away from 448 Sherburn to this new duplex his brother co-owned. This new place had mean kids in the neighborhood. He and his Indian brothers got drunk together all the time and ate hard boiled eggs. They played "covered wagon" with me. It was just very unpleasant. We moved on to an apartment on Marion, I remember this guy was always coming over drunk (or as it turned out, high on coke). He used to ring the downstairs buzzer button to the tune of "Shave and a Haircut". That turned into a major anxiety trigger (another blog topic for later). As soon as he was in, he and Mom would have crazy arguments that would drive her to tears, then me. I was scared. My dad threatened, but never belted me. This guy lashed me once at the duplex. Eventually, thank God, he was out of our lives for good.
Meanwhile, my dad had re-married and I was able to see him on a much more consistent basis. My step-mom was very loving, very encouraging of my educational achievements, and has always had an infectious laugh. She seemed very different when she was angry at us, but only because she was unmoving in her discipline. If you want to be a good parent, love your kids A LOT! Show it often, so your disappointment breaks their heart. So in retrospect, she did everything right.
But, there was a certain tension when we were there. Partly, because we NEVER brought good or clean clothes to do anything that weekend. Also, because it seems we only showered on Saturday nights over there. They both truly felt they got the shit end of the stick. They encountered much of the financial burden (in addition to child support), but didn't have the benefit of having us there. "What is she doing with my child support?""What does she do all day?"
I always just got by without knowing specifically what was going on with our lives. I didn't think different of it. I was in 2nd or 3rd grade when I asked mom "Are we on welfare?"
Which she said "Yes."
What was welfare? Welfare kids always got shit from the other kids in school. Am I now inferior, now that I know.
What did mom do? Well, there was a period when she was going to school for accounting. But, she eventually gave up. She watched soaps, did laundry. Sent us on errands, like getting donut stix and nutty bars from the gas station. She spent a bunch of time at bars with her other fat welfare friends, checking out bands. We were baby-sat by our half brother often. It was fun. I learned how to curse, watched booby movies on Showtime, and had vodka snuck into my kool-aid (he claims now just a little bit to get me to sleep). Or, we would be left alone. I would've been just short of 10, my brother was 12 when she started doing this.
And gosh, the a-holes kept coming... they each left a mark on my life some how
Just before I was in high school, she was slowly getting herself off of the system. First it was part time work at Blockbuster Video. Then, she got a new job at Godfather's Pizza. She eventually worked herself onto salary as a supervisor. Enough to think about buying a house... and that's where I end this chapter.
She was on government assistance it because she needed help moving out on her own with kids. This seemed like the only option. Why did we stay on it for so long? Despondent.Depressed. She cared, but then she didn't. What could she do? She just got by in high school and did not drive a car.
I was told by my dad recently that he and my step mom had tried to obtain custody of us when we were kids. I could only wonder how that would've turned out.
Would I act or feel as weak as I do? Would I be as shy of person as I am? Would I've taken to "guy" things, such as fixing things and working on cars? Or depending on when I would be taken in, would I have been set in my ways and my personality.
There's no reason to be bitter now. I am who I am, things were how they were. I should be glad to have lived through this now. It's taught me to appreciate the small things. It's also taught me the greater rewards of hard work.
I am bitter at people who take advantage of the system and plan on kids to get or stay on welfare. There are people who are able, but just don't try.
So why is this blog called "My Heart Goes Out"? Because there are people who do it on their own with little to no assistance. "Girl Meets Geek" is a blog on my side bar. This entry is a response to one of her entries. It always seems to be one step forward and two steps back for her. I want her to succeed in life, more than I wish for my own success. My heart goes out to anyone doing the "right" thing in life, and not looking for short cuts.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
If It Be Your Will
I gave up on trying to post original material for today to post some song lyrics.
If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well
And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will
I just love the beauty of the music. Cohen is a real poet. I love his lyrics.
Not much else to say. I hope you enjoyed
If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well
And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will
I just love the beauty of the music. Cohen is a real poet. I love his lyrics.
Not much else to say. I hope you enjoyed
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Red, Red Wine
I got to hang out with a good friend of mine after work. She was in from the east coast on official "Shiny Red Spot" business. I adore her to bits.
We caught up on each other's lives. I let her in on my crazy dating exploits.She told me about working with her church's youth group. There was bottomless house wine for $10, select varieties went for $20 . I had the house red. She chose vodka tonic and a dirty martini. Happy hour is awesome
Wine, unlike any other liquor or spirit, makes me feel happiest of all. And sleepy.
Good night.
We caught up on each other's lives. I let her in on my crazy dating exploits.She told me about working with her church's youth group. There was bottomless house wine for $10, select varieties went for $20 . I had the house red. She chose vodka tonic and a dirty martini. Happy hour is awesome
Wine, unlike any other liquor or spirit, makes me feel happiest of all. And sleepy.
Good night.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Observation for the Day
Target Corporate employs a lot of hot totties!
I notice them out in the skyway, I know a couple of them... yeah.
We bank people need to up our game.
I don't have anything deep or reminiscent to say today.
I notice them out in the skyway, I know a couple of them... yeah.
We bank people need to up our game.
I don't have anything deep or reminiscent to say today.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Wired for crazy!
I feel like there is a point in upbringing, a parent shows by lesson or example how to socialize.
I notice parents who say to their kids, when they are being bashful, "You're not shy, go say hi!"
I was the quiet little kid who was called Harpo, for my mess of curly blond/red locks. It was fun when I was just a tyke, my older females cousins used to chase me around and I would run and giggle. I thought that's what life was going to be like.
It isn't that easy.
I notice parents who say to their kids, when they are being bashful, "You're not shy, go say hi!"
I was the quiet little kid who was called Harpo, for my mess of curly blond/red locks. It was fun when I was just a tyke, my older females cousins used to chase me around and I would run and giggle. I thought that's what life was going to be like.
It isn't that easy.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I'm Crawling Out of My Skin
Today at work I felt like I didn't want to be there at all. I shouldn't take it for granted that I have a job. The work flow of desk has slowed down considerably, but I just did not care to seek any additional tasks. I did not care.
I've been given an extra project that I'm frustrated with, and almost seems like a waste of time. Some aspects of my job seems beyond me at times, because I'm still learning. A coworker tried to explain something to me, and I kept asking the same questions. I sort of felt like that episode of The Simpsons "Hello Mr. Thompson!"
My old job was old hat, I learned it in less than 6 months. Simple, yet I was an authority on the subject of what I did. I had answers, and I felt power in that. I resolved issues, and solved "puzzles" all the time. It was all a little game. Give me more!
I'm not sure if it was chemical imbalance from the food I ate or lack thereof ( I missed breakfast, I had a super salty pretzel for lunch), lack of sleep, or both. Today, my legs and hands were restless. My desk was my instrument.
I really want a drum kit in front of me to bang my frustrations out, explore my emotion and CREATE!
There's a rhythm in my head... It's in 3/4 time. I'm rocking it. As it enters my head, I enter a daydream....
I've been given an extra project that I'm frustrated with, and almost seems like a waste of time. Some aspects of my job seems beyond me at times, because I'm still learning. A coworker tried to explain something to me, and I kept asking the same questions. I sort of felt like that episode of The Simpsons "Hello Mr. Thompson!"
My old job was old hat, I learned it in less than 6 months. Simple, yet I was an authority on the subject of what I did. I had answers, and I felt power in that. I resolved issues, and solved "puzzles" all the time. It was all a little game. Give me more!
I'm not sure if it was chemical imbalance from the food I ate or lack thereof ( I missed breakfast, I had a super salty pretzel for lunch), lack of sleep, or both. Today, my legs and hands were restless. My desk was my instrument.
I really want a drum kit in front of me to bang my frustrations out, explore my emotion and CREATE!
There's a rhythm in my head... It's in 3/4 time. I'm rocking it. As it enters my head, I enter a daydream....
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Won't You Please Come Home?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBFCQ6ZEg3c&feature=related
I've had the song "Sawdust Man" by Ben Kweller stuck in my head.
It's a catchy tune.
I've had the song "Sawdust Man" by Ben Kweller stuck in my head.
It's a catchy tune.
Monday, March 16, 2009
It Feels Like Spring
You know in the movie Bambi, where all of the animals are grown up and it's spring time? They all find girlfriends. Even Flower, and I thought he was gay.
I want to hump someone like a jackrabbit.
Kidding...
I really want to feel "twitterpated" for someone, and likewise they feel the same for me.That's what I really want. Then humping will happen, eventually.
--Oh, hi! I forgot introductions! My name is Justin. This is my new blog.
I can't say what you can expect. I have a scattered train of thought. Typing only helps me organize it in sentences and paragraphs. I will blog my life, my dreams, and some things I might think are super funny (at the time).
I have nothing in particular to say, but I still want to reach out to... Someone.
I want to hump someone like a jackrabbit.
Kidding...
I really want to feel "twitterpated" for someone, and likewise they feel the same for me.That's what I really want. Then humping will happen, eventually.
--Oh, hi! I forgot introductions! My name is Justin. This is my new blog.
I can't say what you can expect. I have a scattered train of thought. Typing only helps me organize it in sentences and paragraphs. I will blog my life, my dreams, and some things I might think are super funny (at the time).
I have nothing in particular to say, but I still want to reach out to... Someone.
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