Before Facebook you could have a one-night-stand with a person and the morning after there would be a few questions, some vague deflective answers, and then the two of you go your separate ways. There might be a random run in on the street but that’s it. Now after a night of drinking and a hook-up you leave, go home, take a shower, eat some food, and then you log on to find an awkward friend request.
For once I would like to look up a young actor from the 50s or 60s and find out that they did not have a horrible drug problem, become a criminal, or have weird sexual habits. Watching "The Absentminded Professor" and found out Tommy Kirk (who was once Disney’s golden boy) lost his contract for improper liberties with a teenage boy and later became a drug addict. He was good in "Swiss Family Robinson" though.
Wait Kurt Russell…Kurt Russell has worked since he was 10yrs old without problems.
And when did BYU get a television station? Mormons creep me out.
Wait Kurt Russell…Kurt Russell has worked since he was 10yrs old without problems.
And when did BYU get a television station? Mormons creep me out.
Awful and wonderful thing at the beach yesterday morning; a bald, big bellied middle aged man with a huge beard that goes down to his belly button, and wearing a Speedo; just lounging in a big beach chair, shooting the shit with an old man standing beside him. I wish I could not give a fuck. I still get shelf conscious when I wear shorts and short sleeves.
Have you ever had a day when you knew your to-do list was going to be a huge and expensive hassle, so you prepare yourself for just a short trudge through a shit swamp? Things begin as expected so you try to keep a positive attitude, then they get just a bit easier, and suddenly everything goes better than hoped. So instead of celebrating or enjoying your triumph you automatically think “I’ve got to get home before the bottom finally drops and the shit storm catches up to me.” I’m more scared when good things happen than bad. My car cost 12 dollars to fix and I found out that I weld better than a professional mechanic.
Two days ago I'm riding my bike and I see a turtle in the middle of the road, head up looking around. So I turn around and after a one sided conversation decide to pick him up and move him out of the road before he gets run over. I think I’m doing a good deed… he just gives me the old man turtle look of “get away from me and let me go about my business.” Unappreciative. This morning I’m driving home from work and I see in the road a freaking turtle, head up almost getting run over by a car. Lesson, “when you have a shell you think nothing will hurt you” or “turtles don’t understand automobiles”. Either one, I’m not very good at learning lessons from nature.
