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TheraFlu (lemon lime) + Airborne (lemon lime)+ 6 ounces of water = MIRACLE!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
its the weirdest thing
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After Hurricanes Rita and Katrina the south east lost gas foooor what was it? a week? Yea a week at best.
I get a text early last week from STS "hey do you all have a gas shortage?" ME-"NOPE"
I turn on CNN yesterday Morning and here a story about the crisis, i get online, and see this
and then this!
its been weeks since IKE, this is scary. My parents filled up in Macon GA for $4.50 a gallon, that sucks
i just wantted to share what the rest of the country is going thru
And thank you Governor Purdue for not canceling the Georgia Game......even though we lost :-(
After Hurricanes Rita and Katrina the south east lost gas foooor what was it? a week? Yea a week at best.
I get a text early last week from STS "hey do you all have a gas shortage?" ME-"NOPE"
I turn on CNN yesterday Morning and here a story about the crisis, i get online, and see this
and then this!
its been weeks since IKE, this is scary. My parents filled up in Macon GA for $4.50 a gallon, that sucks
i just wantted to share what the rest of the country is going thru
And thank you Governor Purdue for not canceling the Georgia Game......even though we lost :-(
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Some people...
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I heard from an Ex-"friend" this week. We were bf's until she picked her abusive boyfriend over me. For the first two days i was crushed. By day three i was over it. I realized it was her damn problem not mine. We all have issues but not all of us are mature enough or ready to admit them. And i'm a good friend, i know this because i have a lot of them... in person, i'm not talking about the "pierce queer kids in cyber space"
So when i talked (facebooked) to my Ex-BF this week, i cracked a joke, and she came back at me with "Ouch, i'm sensitive. . . D.C. has hardened you" Ha, well maybe, but last time i checked i've always been borderline apathetic.
SO this week i also let go of a "friend" i use the word loosely because i feel like people who can just toss people out of their lives nonchalantly were never friends, just parasites, manipulative or lonely and when i happened to be there. Its funny, because i went thru the same emotions i went thru when i lost X. I was Crushed, probably worse then a break up CRUSHED, for maybe 24 hours. Then i had the Eureka moment. When i become friends with people i shouldn't look at them, i should look at the people currently around them....or not around them. They say the same is true with you start dating someone. You should examine how their last break up began and ended. Same is true with potential friends. How many true friends do they currently have, how do they meet other people, how many relationships do they retain from their past.
Its like an equation: if someone has ex's how many? and if someone went to college, how many friends do they retain? divided the two numbers, that is the percentage or likely hood that y'alls friendship will work. Ok so i bullshited that.....BUT SEE i'll admit when i fuck up! Others cannot or have a hard time admitting, like when one talks about their "standards," and "credibility." But in all realness lack both (this based on their past "relationships.") I can feel bad for them, give them their space, but in time i learn to just forgive and forget about it. Some people are insecure...and again some of us are not mature enough or ready to admit them.
And i need to Do Me right now so i can't worry about it right now. I know i'm a good friend, if one fails too appreciate it then que chu-cha! I learned that one in college, its slang for "WHATEVER." but don't say it around someone from Peru, Columbia or uhhh i forget the other country.....
Some people are just plain dumb asses. JOHN MCCAIN. don't get me wrong, i def voted for the old man in the primary, even had the sticker on my car, But this BS about "oh well i'm going to stop campaigning because the country is in a financial crises" WTF? Dude, we are under 50 days, the country is not going to change with the senate offering a buyout. And MCCAIN where were you when all this crap was going down? McCain almost NEVER voted while senator, (i'll find this record online, because right now i only have it in hard copy) but you think it matters that now you give a fuck? Old man, you've lost it! FIrst Palin then this, i respect you a lot, but i'm not gonna stand for any more bullshit. If McCain was not running for president he wouldn't give two flipps! Six weeks left...Canada here i come?
like always i didn't proofread!
hey i'm sick!
I heard from an Ex-"friend" this week. We were bf's until she picked her abusive boyfriend over me. For the first two days i was crushed. By day three i was over it. I realized it was her damn problem not mine. We all have issues but not all of us are mature enough or ready to admit them. And i'm a good friend, i know this because i have a lot of them... in person, i'm not talking about the "pierce queer kids in cyber space"
So when i talked (facebooked) to my Ex-BF this week, i cracked a joke, and she came back at me with "Ouch, i'm sensitive. . . D.C. has hardened you" Ha, well maybe, but last time i checked i've always been borderline apathetic.
SO this week i also let go of a "friend" i use the word loosely because i feel like people who can just toss people out of their lives nonchalantly were never friends, just parasites, manipulative or lonely and when i happened to be there. Its funny, because i went thru the same emotions i went thru when i lost X. I was Crushed, probably worse then a break up CRUSHED, for maybe 24 hours. Then i had the Eureka moment. When i become friends with people i shouldn't look at them, i should look at the people currently around them....or not around them. They say the same is true with you start dating someone. You should examine how their last break up began and ended. Same is true with potential friends. How many true friends do they currently have, how do they meet other people, how many relationships do they retain from their past.
Its like an equation: if someone has ex's how many? and if someone went to college, how many friends do they retain? divided the two numbers, that is the percentage or likely hood that y'alls friendship will work. Ok so i bullshited that.....BUT SEE i'll admit when i fuck up! Others cannot or have a hard time admitting, like when one talks about their "standards," and "credibility." But in all realness lack both (this based on their past "relationships.") I can feel bad for them, give them their space, but in time i learn to just forgive and forget about it. Some people are insecure...and again some of us are not mature enough or ready to admit them.
And i need to Do Me right now so i can't worry about it right now. I know i'm a good friend, if one fails too appreciate it then que chu-cha! I learned that one in college, its slang for "WHATEVER." but don't say it around someone from Peru, Columbia or uhhh i forget the other country.....
Some people are just plain dumb asses. JOHN MCCAIN. don't get me wrong, i def voted for the old man in the primary, even had the sticker on my car, But this BS about "oh well i'm going to stop campaigning because the country is in a financial crises" WTF? Dude, we are under 50 days, the country is not going to change with the senate offering a buyout. And MCCAIN where were you when all this crap was going down? McCain almost NEVER voted while senator, (i'll find this record online, because right now i only have it in hard copy) but you think it matters that now you give a fuck? Old man, you've lost it! FIrst Palin then this, i respect you a lot, but i'm not gonna stand for any more bullshit. If McCain was not running for president he wouldn't give two flipps! Six weeks left...Canada here i come?
like always i didn't proofread!
hey i'm sick!
Monday, September 8, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
You know what Grinds my Gears?
? do you care
What are the point of head phones when people turn them up SOOO LOOOUD that i can hear verbatim, ver- rhythm everything they are listening to.
At 8 a.m. i don't want to hear Lil Wayne on one side of me and Anne Lenex on my other side....it really Grinds my Gears.
What are the point of head phones when people turn them up SOOO LOOOUD that i can hear verbatim, ver- rhythm everything they are listening to.
At 8 a.m. i don't want to hear Lil Wayne on one side of me and Anne Lenex on my other side....it really Grinds my Gears.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Strange Events
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So i go to the grocery store. I pick my items, pay and head towards the exit. Ten meters before the door a lady stops me: "excuse me can you help me?"
I'm assuming she wants money. She is African. On skin, she looks complacent, but underneathe she looks in desprete need of something...
"what do you need?" I ask. I am in a rush, my dog is in the car, i have many things to do, i want to go home.
She looks up at me, almost embarrassed, "can you write on a cake?"
I am so dumbfounded that i admit, without realizing what i am committing to that "yes, i have experience in pastry."
When i left Atlanta, i was working as EXPO of a fine dinning restaurant...the only problem was, we didn't have customers (Southerns are more thrifty than Yankees when the economy went tough, the rich stopped spending long before the poor did).
In my down time at Aquaknox, we, Summer and I, practiced our calligraphy. Only instead of ink we used melted semi-chocolate, and instead of paper, we used $65 glass and china plates.
The women and I, walk back to the cake. She pays for it, and is asked by the cashier "so you found someone?" Now i think this is a prank. I look at the exit for cops, i look up for cameras. I check my basket "am i accidentally stealing something?" i think. Before i realize i am following the two women to a back area, behind the counter of the bakery, with a cake, my shopping basket, my cell phone, which is blowing up.
The lady who first approach me does not speak English well, i have trouble understand. I do get that she wants "Happy Birthday" written on the cake....i have trouble writing with a pen and paper, but icing and..and whatever, i can do! Only she ask me to write in cheap green granulated sugar frosting, not $6 dollar per ounce, imported, perfectly melted semi chocolate...and then she ask for her sister's names to be placed on the cake. "Uhh ok, lets see what happens," is my response.
It was something out of a movie, and when i was done, with what i consider to be the worst pastry art i've ever attempted. The smile on her face is almost worth the 20 extra minutes i spent in the store.
I can't help but laugh the entire time. And as i exit stage right, the cashiers and the dyke security guard that ALWAYS finds a way to slow down my shopping experince praise and admire the cake. A cake which i consider a disaster.
the short. I enjoy helping strangers. You get something out of it. Something that money will not give you. I hope her sister enjoys the cake. I hope the women tells her sister what she went thru to get "Happy Birthday Florence" on the damn cake. And most of all, i hope she appreciates it.
weird, but yea, that was the end of my friday, and my beer went south (warm) by the time i got back to my car.
no proof reading. I'm buzzed and sleep deprived.
So i go to the grocery store. I pick my items, pay and head towards the exit. Ten meters before the door a lady stops me: "excuse me can you help me?"
I'm assuming she wants money. She is African. On skin, she looks complacent, but underneathe she looks in desprete need of something...
"what do you need?" I ask. I am in a rush, my dog is in the car, i have many things to do, i want to go home.
She looks up at me, almost embarrassed, "can you write on a cake?"
I am so dumbfounded that i admit, without realizing what i am committing to that "yes, i have experience in pastry."
When i left Atlanta, i was working as EXPO of a fine dinning restaurant...the only problem was, we didn't have customers (Southerns are more thrifty than Yankees when the economy went tough, the rich stopped spending long before the poor did).
In my down time at Aquaknox, we, Summer and I, practiced our calligraphy. Only instead of ink we used melted semi-chocolate, and instead of paper, we used $65 glass and china plates.
The women and I, walk back to the cake. She pays for it, and is asked by the cashier "so you found someone?" Now i think this is a prank. I look at the exit for cops, i look up for cameras. I check my basket "am i accidentally stealing something?" i think. Before i realize i am following the two women to a back area, behind the counter of the bakery, with a cake, my shopping basket, my cell phone, which is blowing up.
The lady who first approach me does not speak English well, i have trouble understand. I do get that she wants "Happy Birthday" written on the cake....i have trouble writing with a pen and paper, but icing and..and whatever, i can do! Only she ask me to write in cheap green granulated sugar frosting, not $6 dollar per ounce, imported, perfectly melted semi chocolate...and then she ask for her sister's names to be placed on the cake. "Uhh ok, lets see what happens," is my response.
It was something out of a movie, and when i was done, with what i consider to be the worst pastry art i've ever attempted. The smile on her face is almost worth the 20 extra minutes i spent in the store.
I can't help but laugh the entire time. And as i exit stage right, the cashiers and the dyke security guard that ALWAYS finds a way to slow down my shopping experince praise and admire the cake. A cake which i consider a disaster.
the short. I enjoy helping strangers. You get something out of it. Something that money will not give you. I hope her sister enjoys the cake. I hope the women tells her sister what she went thru to get "Happy Birthday Florence" on the damn cake. And most of all, i hope she appreciates it.
weird, but yea, that was the end of my friday, and my beer went south (warm) by the time i got back to my car.
no proof reading. I'm buzzed and sleep deprived.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Team USA, or Team Phelps?
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A majority of the World catches the fever that is the Olympics. The competition, watching the best of the best take action at their given talent. The colors, the anthems, the tears, the sweat, the blood. It really brings the pride out of you, similar to that blanket of pride that hits a nation after they've been attacked (9/11, Euro train bombings, Hiroshima) only this pride is a result of something positive.
Sooo with being said, and the old cliche "there is not "i" in Team." So tell me why when the Men's U.S. Swim team swam the 4 x100 relay that Phelps got ALLLLL the credit, when he wasn't evenin the lead during his LEG, the others had to bring it back for the Gold FOUR PEOPLE SWAM. Could you say the names of the other three swimmers?
No? understood, because NBC didn't talk about them! so you know Cullen Jones, Jason Lezak, and Garrett Weber-Gale are the reason the US took gold in this race, and mainly, it was Lezak DAMNNN dude what an awesome race...missed it?
here (watch it quick before NBC caps it!)
my point is, there are 200+ men and women who are representing the U.S. Olympic Team they deserve credit too.
Thank you and ROCK ON! GO TEAM USA!
A majority of the World catches the fever that is the Olympics. The competition, watching the best of the best take action at their given talent. The colors, the anthems, the tears, the sweat, the blood. It really brings the pride out of you, similar to that blanket of pride that hits a nation after they've been attacked (9/11, Euro train bombings, Hiroshima) only this pride is a result of something positive.
Sooo with being said, and the old cliche "there is not "i" in Team." So tell me why when the Men's U.S. Swim team swam the 4 x100 relay that Phelps got ALLLLL the credit, when he wasn't evenin the lead during his LEG, the others had to bring it back for the Gold FOUR PEOPLE SWAM. Could you say the names of the other three swimmers?
No? understood, because NBC didn't talk about them! so you know Cullen Jones, Jason Lezak, and Garrett Weber-Gale are the reason the US took gold in this race, and mainly, it was Lezak DAMNNN dude what an awesome race...missed it?
here (watch it quick before NBC caps it!)
my point is, there are 200+ men and women who are representing the U.S. Olympic Team they deserve credit too.
Thank you and ROCK ON! GO TEAM USA!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Andreas Eastman
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"Andreas Eastman model 60 bows have all the features you expect in a fine pernambuco bow: aged wood, fully mounted ebony frog with colorful mother-of-pearl slide and Parisian eyes, leather grip with silver or imitation whalebone winding, and unbleached Mongolian horsehair, all made entirely by hand for an entry level price.
- Hand-crafted stick of genuine pernambuco wood
- Nickel-mounted ebony frog with genuine mother-of-pearl slide and Parisian eyes
- Leather and silver wire or imitation whalebone grip"
Entry level price my ass, i just droped $147 bucks on the bottom bow...but boy is she pretty!
next stop, the (national) mall, where i'll be playing for tourist, til i make (yep) $147
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Rule of the Game #111
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if someone talks about others with you, know that they talk about you with others
if someone talks about others with you, know that they talk about you with others
Friday, August 1, 2008
July 31st/August 1, 2005
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Its almost like 9/11 the day that you'll never forget
Ever since that day i move a little more cautiously. I check my surroundings before i enter my truck. When it is dark outside i peer down every dark alley, every dark drive way, just to make sure...i caution my friends when they walk home alone at night...to put it short i do everything differently now.
I'll never understand why G-d does what he does, allows what he does, takes who he does. I stopped trying four months after the title date. But I hate when August floats back around because then i can't help but question the actions of the higher power....
I'd lost friends before him, but never to a random act of violence: two punk teenagers after a joyride in a freakin Camry?...and to think, he was, is, one of the few people i've encountered whose essence lacked negativity, suffering or pain. He was genuinely a good guy. So why...
...we all take a second look behind us before entering our cars alone, at night.
Brett, you are missed by family and by a Tribe, that will never forget you, or this day.
with love
Its almost like 9/11 the day that you'll never forget
Ever since that day i move a little more cautiously. I check my surroundings before i enter my truck. When it is dark outside i peer down every dark alley, every dark drive way, just to make sure...i caution my friends when they walk home alone at night...to put it short i do everything differently now.
I'll never understand why G-d does what he does, allows what he does, takes who he does. I stopped trying four months after the title date. But I hate when August floats back around because then i can't help but question the actions of the higher power....
I'd lost friends before him, but never to a random act of violence: two punk teenagers after a joyride in a freakin Camry?...and to think, he was, is, one of the few people i've encountered whose essence lacked negativity, suffering or pain. He was genuinely a good guy. So why......we all take a second look behind us before entering our cars alone, at night.
Brett, you are missed by family and by a Tribe, that will never forget you, or this day.
with love
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
*A Reminder
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When you hear on the news "X number of U.S. Soiliders Killed in Y" remember that each number represents one person, the people related to that person, and the US community surrounding X's family and friends. Its easy to lose attention, to let the information pass by you unabsorbed.
CaseExample: Cover story of Time Magazine July 28th, 2008 Cover Story: The Right War by Roy Stewart
"There has been a dramatic series of recent attacks by
the Taliban: a mass assault on a jail freed hundreds of prisoners, and a suicide bombing outside the Indian embassy on July 7 killed 40 and injured over 100. Many of these assaults are planned and supported from safe havens across the border in the tribal areas of Pakistan. Western troop casualties are climbing; the last two months exceeded the monthly death toll in Iraq. On July 13, nine U.S. soldiers were killed when Taliban fighters swarmed over their base in the eastern province of Kunar — the worst attack in three years."
I remember hearing about that...
Sunday July 13th, 4:30am, U.S. troops of the 2nd Battalion, 503d Infantry Regiment (Airborne), 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team, in Vicenza , Italy, while on search for captured troops, were ambushed in the providence of Kunar, Afghanistan.
"The worse attack in three years," claimed the lives of two Georgians, Cpl. Jonathan R. Ayers, 24, of Snellville and Cpl. Matthew Phillips, 27, from NorthEast, Georgia.
Matt was a Son(his mother passed away in 2003 of cancer), a brother (his younger sister Mary had a baby the same day...), a good friend (to Shanks and many others), and a good husband(to Eve, she gave me Sadie Mae...) Can you imagine that number representing, your Son, Sister, college friend, spouse. Someone who passed away for your,our, freedom, now a statistic...
Remember it happens everyday. This "War on Terror" has claimed the life of over 4,000 United State Citizens since 2003. Thats 4,000 communities affected, over 4,000 parents, thousands of siblings, thousands of friends and acquaintances etc. all these connections that trickle out like roots of a large tree, and extend in all directions of and through life, these lives cover much ground.
I'm just sayin...
remember those number represent people, a family member, a friend, a life like mine or yours.
And remember we still have thousands serving over sea, We should be proud of them, no matter how against the "War on Terror" we are and we should NOT forget the true meaning behind those numbers...
When you hear on the news "X number of U.S. Soiliders Killed in Y" remember that each number represents one person, the people related to that person, and the US community surrounding X's family and friends. Its easy to lose attention, to let the information pass by you unabsorbed.
CaseExample: Cover story of Time Magazine July 28th, 2008 Cover Story: The Right War by Roy Stewart
"There has been a dramatic series of recent attacks by
the Taliban: a mass assault on a jail freed hundreds of prisoners, and a suicide bombing outside the Indian embassy on July 7 killed 40 and injured over 100. Many of these assaults are planned and supported from safe havens across the border in the tribal areas of Pakistan. Western troop casualties are climbing; the last two months exceeded the monthly death toll in Iraq. On July 13, nine U.S. soldiers were killed when Taliban fighters swarmed over their base in the eastern province of Kunar — the worst attack in three years." I remember hearing about that...
Sunday July 13th, 4:30am, U.S. troops of the 2nd Battalion, 503d Infantry Regiment (Airborne), 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team, in Vicenza , Italy, while on search for captured troops, were ambushed in the providence of Kunar, Afghanistan.
"The worse attack in three years," claimed the lives of two Georgians, Cpl. Jonathan R. Ayers, 24, of Snellville and Cpl. Matthew Phillips, 27, from NorthEast, Georgia.
Matt was a Son(his mother passed away in 2003 of cancer), a brother (his younger sister Mary had a baby the same day...), a good friend (to Shanks and many others), and a good husband(to Eve, she gave me Sadie Mae...) Can you imagine that number representing, your Son, Sister, college friend, spouse. Someone who passed away for your,our, freedom, now a statistic... Remember it happens everyday. This "War on Terror" has claimed the life of over 4,000 United State Citizens since 2003. Thats 4,000 communities affected, over 4,000 parents, thousands of siblings, thousands of friends and acquaintances etc. all these connections that trickle out like roots of a large tree, and extend in all directions of and through life, these lives cover much ground.
I'm just sayin...
remember those number represent people, a family member, a friend, a life like mine or yours.
And remember we still have thousands serving over sea, We should be proud of them, no matter how against the "War on Terror" we are and we should NOT forget the true meaning behind those numbers...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
i won't say anything...i dont want people to think i am an angry black woman
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I really am getting tired of this stuff
then (mind you this "protest" is a little fishy) and i am no fan of MoveOn
and Fox's "defence"
I really am getting tired of this stuff
then (mind you this "protest" is a little fishy) and i am no fan of MoveOn
and Fox's "defence"
Sunday, July 20, 2008
its it just me?
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I'm watching the ESPY's right now (and let me say that like NONE of my picks have won) and my Boy Just Tim is hosting....is it just me or is that boy ALWAYS drunk?
I'm watching the ESPY's right now (and let me say that like NONE of my picks have won) and my Boy Just Tim is hosting....is it just me or is that boy ALWAYS drunk?
Vanessa Carlton LIVE!!!
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ha, i don't care, profile me, label me, judge me, but you dont' KNOW ME! I just got off work for Saturday the 28th and i am going to see my girl VC Saturday night in some town above Baltimore, Townson Maryland at Recher Theatre.
I am F-ing STOOKED!
and for you, some awesome music
"hate me or take me, i swear it won't break me or make me."
eww one more!
ha, i don't care, profile me, label me, judge me, but you dont' KNOW ME! I just got off work for Saturday the 28th and i am going to see my girl VC Saturday night in some town above Baltimore, Townson Maryland at Recher Theatre.
I am F-ing STOOKED!
and for you, some awesome music
"hate me or take me, i swear it won't break me or make me."
eww one more!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
(- to +) or how to make a bad night, good
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...next i'll master how to make a bad week, good!
the day was long. I got to the office at 8 am. The previous night i left at 8 pm. I am doing an internship...i work for free but for reason.
So it is friday, and i have two tickets to a sold out Dark Knight...and yes i have a movie date, my fourth! First, maja-who left the country out of spite; Second, Maja's "friend," who i later find out is trying to get in Maja's pants (i nicked that one); Third, my cuz...he, like we all did at that age, got grounded; Four, my co-classmate/co-work/ . . . who flat out bailed...sooo i go to the theater, tired, alone and slightly frustrated/pissed/upset/longing/depressed/ugh but mostly just tired. I find free street parking (plus #1 so now i'm at negative three) I pick up my tickets (pre ordered mind you or i wouldn't have bothered) and walk away, back to my truck. Half way down Wisconsin i over hear a gentlemen behind me "that F-ing sucks, now we gotta wait another day to see the damn movie." I confront him, he pays 20 bucks for each ticket (negative two...getting better). I'm content,only content, i count my losses, and walk to my truck, only i am lost..
I hit, what i consider to be a dead end, and i contemplate turning around, when i am bum rushed by what i think is a drunk or homeless dude.
I am to tired to realize until this drunk bum says "You're to cool to return my calls," that this "drunk bum" is actually my boy Jake (jump to +1) and i haven't returned his calls, i've been at work (in one capacity or another) ALL WEEK. Only i dig hanging with Jake. Jake, i haven't seen in almost a year, and Jake, i actually look forward to seeing (MCC for life!). He is with a hott chick who i am happy to hear is "his girl." He ask if i want to get drinks...i don't, but it want to hang out with people who "get it," (because so many act like they do, say they do, and Don't) so we walk a block and catch a pub that has cheap beers just because a certain baseball team is playing...Others come, they are equally, at least on the surface, good, fun, people (+2) and hours later i get to drive home buzzed on the highway (something i haven't done in years...mind you i am the person, who in college, use to claim a gold medal in DUI---gainesville/Athens ga will do that to you..)(+3)
to make it better, folks i met last week-end called me to hang tonight, buut i'm going to bed now, i have work in the am.
Not bad, not bad
...next i'll master how to make a bad week, good!
the day was long. I got to the office at 8 am. The previous night i left at 8 pm. I am doing an internship...i work for free but for reason.
So it is friday, and i have two tickets to a sold out Dark Knight...and yes i have a movie date, my fourth! First, maja-who left the country out of spite; Second, Maja's "friend," who i later find out is trying to get in Maja's pants (i nicked that one); Third, my cuz...he, like we all did at that age, got grounded; Four, my co-classmate/co-work/ . . . who flat out bailed...sooo i go to the theater, tired, alone and slightly frustrated/pissed/upset/longing/depressed/ugh but mostly just tired. I find free street parking (plus #1 so now i'm at negative three) I pick up my tickets (pre ordered mind you or i wouldn't have bothered) and walk away, back to my truck. Half way down Wisconsin i over hear a gentlemen behind me "that F-ing sucks, now we gotta wait another day to see the damn movie." I confront him, he pays 20 bucks for each ticket (negative two...getting better). I'm content,only content, i count my losses, and walk to my truck, only i am lost..
I hit, what i consider to be a dead end, and i contemplate turning around, when i am bum rushed by what i think is a drunk or homeless dude.
I am to tired to realize until this drunk bum says "You're to cool to return my calls," that this "drunk bum" is actually my boy Jake (jump to +1) and i haven't returned his calls, i've been at work (in one capacity or another) ALL WEEK. Only i dig hanging with Jake. Jake, i haven't seen in almost a year, and Jake, i actually look forward to seeing (MCC for life!). He is with a hott chick who i am happy to hear is "his girl." He ask if i want to get drinks...i don't, but it want to hang out with people who "get it," (because so many act like they do, say they do, and Don't) so we walk a block and catch a pub that has cheap beers just because a certain baseball team is playing...Others come, they are equally, at least on the surface, good, fun, people (+2) and hours later i get to drive home buzzed on the highway (something i haven't done in years...mind you i am the person, who in college, use to claim a gold medal in DUI---gainesville/Athens ga will do that to you..)(+3)
to make it better, folks i met last week-end called me to hang tonight, buut i'm going to bed now, i have work in the am.
Not bad, not bad
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