WHOA,
!
I'm getting really bogged down with trying to keep my pets healthy: fed, watered, wounds healing fine, exercised, trying not to blow up on my boss, maintaining a network of people to contribute to my boss's down fall, getting bit my mosquitos, being the sober one in group situations, paying my bills so I'm ahead, trying to get my fucking water situation finalized, preparing to build a wall in my basement, staying sane, trying to find a vet to sign on my business program, getting business technicalities out of the way and getting my life in order
I'm beat... but, just for now. Everyone is wondering where I have been and I literally have no time for ANYONE! I wanna update and tell all of you what's new in my life but my mind is fried. So, I want to make all of you laugh instead. Here ya go!
Prince charming tattoo
I like graffiti
I like SLAYER!
Yoda dog. Nuff said.
Yoda origami
And, tigers hunting meat underwater. Don't ask, just nod your head
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I'm getting really bogged down with trying to keep my pets healthy: fed, watered, wounds healing fine, exercised, trying not to blow up on my boss, maintaining a network of people to contribute to my boss's down fall, getting bit my mosquitos, being the sober one in group situations, paying my bills so I'm ahead, trying to get my fucking water situation finalized, preparing to build a wall in my basement, staying sane, trying to find a vet to sign on my business program, getting business technicalities out of the way and getting my life in order
I'm beat... but, just for now. Everyone is wondering where I have been and I literally have no time for ANYONE! I wanna update and tell all of you what's new in my life but my mind is fried. So, I want to make all of you laugh instead. Here ya go!
Prince charming tattoo
I like graffiti
I like SLAYER!
Yoda dog. Nuff said.
Yoda origami
And, tigers hunting meat underwater. Don't ask, just nod your head
Today's journal entry is brought to you by...
the letter "K"
Don't ask me how... but, this is the image that popped up when I Googled "the letter K".
I really don't know what to say. I'm up in the air about a trade for animals. I have this beautiful, mint, tame expensive lizard (emerald tree monitor)
that I want to trade for an expensive snake (Olive python)
The reason why I'm up in the air is because in trades like this, I would ship my lizard to the guy with the python. He then ships his snake to me. Now, the tricky part is for either of us to not get scammed. I could send him my lizard and he may not send the snake and I may never be able to go after him legally and vice versa. So, tomorrow I will talk to him and see what we can work out...
Friday I'm getting 2 of D's!
and, OH! I got one of D's last week!
that's about it for the animals news for now
My final and grades went up last week. I was disappointed with a few students' overall class performance, but I had a blast teaching! I'm looking forward to next year's crop and I'm already going to be brain storming about teaching this class to two different types of students for the 2010 year.
The concert was... unusual. I met Justin at the bar while I waited for my other friend to met up with us. He bounced from bus to bus and by the time he caught up with us, I was drunk and having a Hell of a time
So, when we sat down a girl and her boyfriend came to me directly and told me to get up because I was in her seat. I informed her that 3 ushers guided us to our seats. I told her this 3 times! She still persisted, said "O.K. just get up and give me my seats!" I had an usher come over tell her she was wrong and she couldn't even look me in the eye when she apologized.
Next, a girl and her boyfriend walk past my drunken tattoo artist (Justin) and he is pointing at the boyfriend's shirt. It was a fucking hideously, ugly striped shirt. She stopped walking and told Justin "Nice fucking shirt asshole!" He got up from his seat and whispered in her ear "I said I like his nice shirt." She silenced her bitch mouth and walked off.
Don't mess with drunk tattooed boys.
Lastly, a guy left his backpack on one of our seats when we first arrived. Justin's girlfriend threw the bag on the floor because we didn't want to be caught with drugs, guns or any of that wack shit! About 3/4 thru the performance the guy finally came asking for the bag and we pointed to the floor in front of us. He couldn't find the bag and then he tried to be a dick and ask to sit where we were and started dancing next to me. I elbowed him out of my way, he got the message and then did the weirdest boogey dance real low to the ground.
Dude was high on PCP.
Look's like I had alot to say
the letter "K"
Don't ask me how... but, this is the image that popped up when I Googled "the letter K".
I really don't know what to say. I'm up in the air about a trade for animals. I have this beautiful, mint, tame expensive lizard (emerald tree monitor)
that I want to trade for an expensive snake (Olive python)
The reason why I'm up in the air is because in trades like this, I would ship my lizard to the guy with the python. He then ships his snake to me. Now, the tricky part is for either of us to not get scammed. I could send him my lizard and he may not send the snake and I may never be able to go after him legally and vice versa. So, tomorrow I will talk to him and see what we can work out...
Friday I'm getting 2 of D's!
and, OH! I got one of D's last week!
that's about it for the animals news for now
My final and grades went up last week. I was disappointed with a few students' overall class performance, but I had a blast teaching! I'm looking forward to next year's crop and I'm already going to be brain storming about teaching this class to two different types of students for the 2010 year.
The concert was... unusual. I met Justin at the bar while I waited for my other friend to met up with us. He bounced from bus to bus and by the time he caught up with us, I was drunk and having a Hell of a time
So, when we sat down a girl and her boyfriend came to me directly and told me to get up because I was in her seat. I informed her that 3 ushers guided us to our seats. I told her this 3 times! She still persisted, said "O.K. just get up and give me my seats!" I had an usher come over tell her she was wrong and she couldn't even look me in the eye when she apologized.
Next, a girl and her boyfriend walk past my drunken tattoo artist (Justin) and he is pointing at the boyfriend's shirt. It was a fucking hideously, ugly striped shirt. She stopped walking and told Justin "Nice fucking shirt asshole!" He got up from his seat and whispered in her ear "I said I like his nice shirt." She silenced her bitch mouth and walked off.
Don't mess with drunk tattooed boys.
Lastly, a guy left his backpack on one of our seats when we first arrived. Justin's girlfriend threw the bag on the floor because we didn't want to be caught with drugs, guns or any of that wack shit! About 3/4 thru the performance the guy finally came asking for the bag and we pointed to the floor in front of us. He couldn't find the bag and then he tried to be a dick and ask to sit where we were and started dancing next to me. I elbowed him out of my way, he got the message and then did the weirdest boogey dance real low to the ground.
Dude was high on PCP.
Look's like I had alot to say
TODAY: I had good, long day at work.
I finally brought my mountain bike home from being stored in the apple shed. It turns out my boss was an ass and pushed off the plastic window for one of my speed manuals/changers. Oh well, I guess beggars can't be choosers but that is why my bike needed to be taken out... my boss doesn't take care of anything worth in value.
It was REALLY, REALLY nice out today! The highlight of my day was coming home to a pig-bear-dog. He is right here in all of his fluff glory
This pup is one hell of a babe magnet
Oh, I also put a deposit down for a African leopard tortoise. And check it... it's latin name is G. babcocki. Yea... babcocki baby!
In other news, I am building custom cages for my reptiles tomorrow with a friend. I'm going to set up a compost pit to dispose of my old food and waste from my animales. At night I will go and see
opened by
with my tattoo artist, his girlfriend and a good friend of mine. I'm happy
Now, laugh-hee-haw.
I finally brought my mountain bike home from being stored in the apple shed. It turns out my boss was an ass and pushed off the plastic window for one of my speed manuals/changers. Oh well, I guess beggars can't be choosers but that is why my bike needed to be taken out... my boss doesn't take care of anything worth in value.
It was REALLY, REALLY nice out today! The highlight of my day was coming home to a pig-bear-dog. He is right here in all of his fluff glory
This pup is one hell of a babe magnet
Oh, I also put a deposit down for a African leopard tortoise. And check it... it's latin name is G. babcocki. Yea... babcocki baby!
In other news, I am building custom cages for my reptiles tomorrow with a friend. I'm going to set up a compost pit to dispose of my old food and waste from my animales. At night I will go and see
opened by
with my tattoo artist, his girlfriend and a good friend of mine. I'm happy Now, laugh-hee-haw.
CHRIST!
Today all of my nightmares hit me at once! I was on my way home. I cashed a BIG paycheck, turned in my MA license plates, talked on the phone to my friend who is going to build nice cages with me on Monday to upgrade my pets, was ready to get some Taco Hell when I received a call from my mom.
"There is a fire in the house and it's in your animal room".
Jaw drop.
I'm driving as fast as I legally can while I try to get my mom on the phone to find out what is going on. The phone keeps cutting on my mom and all I can find out is the entire room/basement is up in smoke and the firefighters can't assess how bad the fire is???
I arrive home and the firefighters escort me into my animal room. My new savannah monitor I got two nights ago was in the 55 gallon aquarium that was given to me. My friend, the previous owner, never had a lid for the cage. "Icky's" caging was temporary and, in fact, after Taco Hell I was going to head to the pet store to buy him a lid so there wouldn't be a fire hazard. I was too late.
"Icky" somehow knocked the clamp lamp and the dome fell onto the aspen shavings starting a fire. Fortunately, the fire was restricted to inside the dome of the lamp and my mom was home in time to call 911.
After examination, all my pets are o.k. except "Icky" has the very, very tip of his tail burned. The Fire inspector actually complimented me on my wiring/light use and I explained to them how I was on my way to the pet store to get the lid to prevent just what happened. They laughed about, said they saw worse and one guy asked about my baby alligator.
See, in NH you cannot have an alligator as a pet; only as an exhibitor. I literally had the permit request forms in my car ready to mail out after I hit the pet store today. I explained that I had took in the gator yesterday from someone and I was going to bring the gator into work tomorrow. The cop laughed and kindly told me to get rid of it by tomorrow... and, that was that.
I'm SO happy that none of my pets were hurt... but, my big worry is this:
* In order to get my NH State permit to have an alligator, you have to FIRST get the permit and then the alligator next. Also, the officer will submit my permit request to the town I reside in and see if the town has any problem(s) with my request. So, I'm really nervous if there will be a problem related to either a.) the fire or b.) the cop warning me to get rid of the gator
Just to be safe, I will have to bring my gator to work and house him there. I will have to lie to my boss and say the gator was given to me from a friend and that until I get my permit I will house him at work but will want him back. I just flat out hate lieing...
o.k. Let's LAUGH!
after a day like today, it's nice to stop and see I'm not as gay as this
Boy Oh Boy!
THE WORK
So, Yesterday I had 3 shows. I was late for my last 2 because my first show had me walk my animals from the car, across the drive way, inside the house and downstairs to the basement with a door that blocks access from 1 direction and kids running up and down the stairs. Long story short, for my 2nd show I had an irate mom yelling at me on the phone while I was driving to her house.
By the time I was done with her show she gave me hug, apologized to me and gave me a $60 tip. This is what happens when you are a person with a good heart are 100% honest with yourself and can handle dealing with people who are upset by reassuring them that all things will be justified and their needs will be met. By hussling my spirit and making sure that the customer was happy and ALSO that my side of the situation was understood. I brought a customer from yelling to hugging me.
I'm such an asshole.
My boss doesn't believe in this and he will bring a a sick snake to a birthday party just because a mom "wants the yellow snake for her son's birthday party". He rather have a customer happy and spread the word that he manages such a great company than to do the right thing make sure that HIS snake is healthy and doesn't die from being on the road too much.
He is such a great person.
TODAY
I get a call from my boss's wife that my 2nd show was switched up. Sure, no problem!
I receive a call from Kat, my co-worker, and she called to ask if I wanted to switch my 1st show? Sure, no problem!
I arrive to work and we are all happy. While I'm packing, I notice that my boss is being an asshole in the way he is talking to Anthony, a relatively new co-worker. Now, I didn't know what the talk was about... but I found out that my boss yelled at him for changing a turtle tank's water that was dirty. He wasn't so mad that Anthony wanted to clean the dirty water... but, was mad that Anthony didn't do it the way that he wanted.
Anthony is such an asshole!
My first show was good as it can be with a group of 12, 6 year old boys. If you work with kids, you know that this age is the WORST of any gender! I got No tip.
I'm not good with kids.
My 2nd show was at this house that is straight out of Architecturall Digest in historic Concord, MA. The son hugged me first thing when he opened the door before I could even tell him my name. The show was great but at the end I asked for another hug and he didn't want to. He wouldn't even shake my hand good-bye?
So, I said good-bye and he followed my car to the end of the drive way yelling good-bye alongside 15 of his friends. The father asked if I could accept a tip and I said yes; thank you!
He gave me a $100 tip.
I am not a great person.
I arrive back to work and my boss is the only person there. Everyone had left and he starts shooting the shit with me because he wants someone to start talking to him about how everyone in the world sucks and no one understands that what he wants isn't that much!!!
I talked to him to keep things neutral and told him to have a good vacation. With my body language I influenced him that I did not want him around because I did not want to talk. I deal with too much bullshit from the public and in my personal life I don't need to hear my boss's little violin playing.
I'm a great person.
* The point of this journal entry is to show the ironies in life's dynamics ~ that some things are never what they seem.
I hope I conveyed this well
K, fun time...
I like this pic
THE WORK
So, Yesterday I had 3 shows. I was late for my last 2 because my first show had me walk my animals from the car, across the drive way, inside the house and downstairs to the basement with a door that blocks access from 1 direction and kids running up and down the stairs. Long story short, for my 2nd show I had an irate mom yelling at me on the phone while I was driving to her house.
By the time I was done with her show she gave me hug, apologized to me and gave me a $60 tip. This is what happens when you are a person with a good heart are 100% honest with yourself and can handle dealing with people who are upset by reassuring them that all things will be justified and their needs will be met. By hussling my spirit and making sure that the customer was happy and ALSO that my side of the situation was understood. I brought a customer from yelling to hugging me.
I'm such an asshole.
My boss doesn't believe in this and he will bring a a sick snake to a birthday party just because a mom "wants the yellow snake for her son's birthday party". He rather have a customer happy and spread the word that he manages such a great company than to do the right thing make sure that HIS snake is healthy and doesn't die from being on the road too much.
He is such a great person.
TODAY
I get a call from my boss's wife that my 2nd show was switched up. Sure, no problem!
I receive a call from Kat, my co-worker, and she called to ask if I wanted to switch my 1st show? Sure, no problem!
I arrive to work and we are all happy. While I'm packing, I notice that my boss is being an asshole in the way he is talking to Anthony, a relatively new co-worker. Now, I didn't know what the talk was about... but I found out that my boss yelled at him for changing a turtle tank's water that was dirty. He wasn't so mad that Anthony wanted to clean the dirty water... but, was mad that Anthony didn't do it the way that he wanted.
Anthony is such an asshole!
My first show was good as it can be with a group of 12, 6 year old boys. If you work with kids, you know that this age is the WORST of any gender! I got No tip.
I'm not good with kids.
My 2nd show was at this house that is straight out of Architecturall Digest in historic Concord, MA. The son hugged me first thing when he opened the door before I could even tell him my name. The show was great but at the end I asked for another hug and he didn't want to. He wouldn't even shake my hand good-bye?
So, I said good-bye and he followed my car to the end of the drive way yelling good-bye alongside 15 of his friends. The father asked if I could accept a tip and I said yes; thank you!
He gave me a $100 tip.
I am not a great person.
I arrive back to work and my boss is the only person there. Everyone had left and he starts shooting the shit with me because he wants someone to start talking to him about how everyone in the world sucks and no one understands that what he wants isn't that much!!!
I talked to him to keep things neutral and told him to have a good vacation. With my body language I influenced him that I did not want him around because I did not want to talk. I deal with too much bullshit from the public and in my personal life I don't need to hear my boss's little violin playing.
I'm a great person.
* The point of this journal entry is to show the ironies in life's dynamics ~ that some things are never what they seem.
I hope I conveyed this well
K, fun time...
I like this pic
To clarify everyone's worries... I'm not pursuing seeing my student DURING school. But, I was asking everyone's opinion after the semester when she graduates and I don't have to worry about losing my job. So, sorry to worry
NEWS:
My friend's mom was not responsive to being withdrawn from sedation medicine and the only bodily functions she has is breathing. Basically, she most likely will not wake up and remain lifeless on a machine for the rest of her life.
JESUS this is killing me to think about while I type this. It really hits me because I always pictured going to Japan to meet Miichy's mom and singing karoake with them. Her mom is slightly famous because she was a really good singer. Now, if I visit my friend in Japan she will be by herself and I will have no one from her immediate family to meet.
One thing that both Miichy and I have in common is that we have no siblings. Her dad died last year from Meningitis AND advanced cancer. She has watched BOTH her parents leave this world in an unpleasing and unsettled way. I really feel for her as a friend but also because I consider her a part of my family. We all say that our best friend's are like family but her and I have bond that is unique and the most innocent of love. There is no romance except for the happiness with being in each other's presence and having each other in our lives. She is what I consider my sister. This sucks hardcore
I hate having such sad blogs but this really is affecting me. So, I will get to other news...
Yesterday I FINALLY got my toucan tattoo. This is a piece that has been on hold for 6 months. I'm stoked! Here it is~ Fenway himself!
* the artist is Alex from Fat Ram's Pumpkin Tattoo in Jamaica Plain, Boston. Alex just graduated his apprenticeship under Ram and as you can see... he is a good artist. Not only that but this tattoo concept started last Summer when I went camping with the studio artists in Cape Cod. Alex is a big animal lover but a lot of his sketches revolve around animals and their actions or some weird moments. As Alex and I talked about toucans the idea sprouted and lead to my tattoo that I had poked on me yesterday. I'm happy.
Tonight, I picked up Miichy's cats because her bf didn't have enough time to stay with them at her apartment so we are taking care of them under our roof for now. One cat is a whiny-ass blue-eyed Siamese while the other is a bitch Persian white. Sylvie (the bitch) likes only me. So when I started writing this blog she popped around the corner because she is really curious exploring my house. This is her... this weird "lighting eyes" effect happened!
and, let's leave this entry with a laugh or two.
the new Chin-Chin... any suggestions for a name? Preferably something that relates to his slivered ear - it's rugged and bad-ass in my books!
NEWS:
My friend's mom was not responsive to being withdrawn from sedation medicine and the only bodily functions she has is breathing. Basically, she most likely will not wake up and remain lifeless on a machine for the rest of her life.
JESUS this is killing me to think about while I type this. It really hits me because I always pictured going to Japan to meet Miichy's mom and singing karoake with them. Her mom is slightly famous because she was a really good singer. Now, if I visit my friend in Japan she will be by herself and I will have no one from her immediate family to meet.
One thing that both Miichy and I have in common is that we have no siblings. Her dad died last year from Meningitis AND advanced cancer. She has watched BOTH her parents leave this world in an unpleasing and unsettled way. I really feel for her as a friend but also because I consider her a part of my family. We all say that our best friend's are like family but her and I have bond that is unique and the most innocent of love. There is no romance except for the happiness with being in each other's presence and having each other in our lives. She is what I consider my sister. This sucks hardcore
I hate having such sad blogs but this really is affecting me. So, I will get to other news...
Yesterday I FINALLY got my toucan tattoo. This is a piece that has been on hold for 6 months. I'm stoked! Here it is~ Fenway himself!
* the artist is Alex from Fat Ram's Pumpkin Tattoo in Jamaica Plain, Boston. Alex just graduated his apprenticeship under Ram and as you can see... he is a good artist. Not only that but this tattoo concept started last Summer when I went camping with the studio artists in Cape Cod. Alex is a big animal lover but a lot of his sketches revolve around animals and their actions or some weird moments. As Alex and I talked about toucans the idea sprouted and lead to my tattoo that I had poked on me yesterday. I'm happy.
Tonight, I picked up Miichy's cats because her bf didn't have enough time to stay with them at her apartment so we are taking care of them under our roof for now. One cat is a whiny-ass blue-eyed Siamese while the other is a bitch Persian white. Sylvie (the bitch) likes only me. So when I started writing this blog she popped around the corner because she is really curious exploring my house. This is her... this weird "lighting eyes" effect happened!
and, let's leave this entry with a laugh or two.
the new Chin-Chin... any suggestions for a name? Preferably something that relates to his slivered ear - it's rugged and bad-ass in my books!
Ty for all the 
and my friend got a chance to read my past blog. However, I haven't talked to her since the beginning of the weekend and things are not looking good for her mother Please cross your fingers and pray for my friend's mother to awake to consciousness.
On a more positive note, my weekend was JAMMED-packed! This is how it went:
THURSDAY: I got to hang out with my bro at the karoake bar. Now, since I moved I have been doing nothing but working, not spending money, building more personal debt, taking care of my pets, working on concepts to start my business and repairing the house - NEVERENDING! I needed a break and some fun... so my friend's company left work early to see one of their employees off and I engulfed an entire plate of cashew chicken
The older women flirted with me all night...
I like.
FRIDAY: had a low-key day at the job and called a friend I haven't talked to in months. Turns out that the tattoo studio was having a party for the opening of the new location. A bottle of $25 Bourbon later... we ate, drank, had drunk talk, dropped sexual innuendos to each other and I practiced poing in the parking lot next to a THUG life club for 18+ adults. Yea... was interesting!
I might be getting my cock pierced. What are everyone's thoughts???
SATURDAY: went to the Reptile Convention in Manchester and I came home with a baby Chinese water dragon. I spent $200 on frozen rats and mice. Oddles and oddles of 'em!
Most of my students made it to the convention (as it is 1 of 2 field trips I have planned for the class). 2 of my students wanted me to wait for them because they had a 2 hour meeting before they could meet at the convention. I waited for their arrival and I spent the time escorting and explaining things to them.
This is my dilemma. If you know me well... I like girls. I have a class of 14 girls and no guys. They all rock and some of them definitely flirt with me. However, 1 girl I really dig. She is always smiles with me and at the convention after we were down walking around (her and I most of the time), I said good bye to my 2 students and when I looked at her she stopped herself from hugging me... I LOVE yet HATE that sexual tension. So, I seek to be professional and won't do anything now. I will wait until after the semester and see what she is about? She will graduate and I believe that is o.k. right?!?!?!? Your thoughts?
SHIT. This is LONG!
nuff talk... more eye candy
since we are on that tip
this is mad cool color for an old guy
and this
I FORGOT!
I'm getting new ink tomorrow
and my friend got a chance to read my past blog. However, I haven't talked to her since the beginning of the weekend and things are not looking good for her mother Please cross your fingers and pray for my friend's mother to awake to consciousness.On a more positive note, my weekend was JAMMED-packed! This is how it went:
THURSDAY: I got to hang out with my bro at the karoake bar. Now, since I moved I have been doing nothing but working, not spending money, building more personal debt, taking care of my pets, working on concepts to start my business and repairing the house - NEVERENDING! I needed a break and some fun... so my friend's company left work early to see one of their employees off and I engulfed an entire plate of cashew chicken
The older women flirted with me all night...
I like.
FRIDAY: had a low-key day at the job and called a friend I haven't talked to in months. Turns out that the tattoo studio was having a party for the opening of the new location. A bottle of $25 Bourbon later... we ate, drank, had drunk talk, dropped sexual innuendos to each other and I practiced poing in the parking lot next to a THUG life club for 18+ adults. Yea... was interesting!
I might be getting my cock pierced. What are everyone's thoughts???
SATURDAY: went to the Reptile Convention in Manchester and I came home with a baby Chinese water dragon. I spent $200 on frozen rats and mice. Oddles and oddles of 'em!
Most of my students made it to the convention (as it is 1 of 2 field trips I have planned for the class). 2 of my students wanted me to wait for them because they had a 2 hour meeting before they could meet at the convention. I waited for their arrival and I spent the time escorting and explaining things to them.
This is my dilemma. If you know me well... I like girls. I have a class of 14 girls and no guys. They all rock and some of them definitely flirt with me. However, 1 girl I really dig. She is always smiles with me and at the convention after we were down walking around (her and I most of the time), I said good bye to my 2 students and when I looked at her she stopped herself from hugging me... I LOVE yet HATE that sexual tension. So, I seek to be professional and won't do anything now. I will wait until after the semester and see what she is about? She will graduate and I believe that is o.k. right?!?!?!? Your thoughts?
SHIT. This is LONG!
nuff talk... more eye candy
since we are on that tip
this is mad cool color for an old guy
and this
I FORGOT!
I'm getting new ink tomorrow
this update is not positive.
I found out today that a very close friend of mine had to drop everything in her life to fly overseas because her mom's heart stopped. This friend means the world to me to have in my life. She is my blood. I met her on this site and she is a part of my family now. If things don't progress with the situation I may never see her again unless I fly to another country. She is on this site but not active and cannot leave comments. However, she can browse the site and look at blogs. I will leave this here until she reads this. She knows what I mean by posting this video in dedication to her.
I love you and if you dont' come back I will be losing a part of myself
I found out today that a very close friend of mine had to drop everything in her life to fly overseas because her mom's heart stopped. This friend means the world to me to have in my life. She is my blood. I met her on this site and she is a part of my family now. If things don't progress with the situation I may never see her again unless I fly to another country. She is on this site but not active and cannot leave comments. However, she can browse the site and look at blogs. I will leave this here until she reads this. She knows what I mean by posting this video in dedication to her.
I love you and if you dont' come back I will be losing a part of myself
I have to share. When/if I have kids this is what they will do after school instead of playing Lacrosse.
I seriously... seriously... seriously miss my old punk rock days. I don't know why, but despite Boston's large punk rock roots, most of the people I have met from here seem to be more concerned about the way they look: tattooes/piercings, their clothes, their diets and/or what cub they are going to. Now that i think of it, I don't think it is the people but the changing times. I miss those days of calling from pay phones, skateboarding until 1 a.m., kicking the rich kid's ass and a general disrespect for authority. What has this country evovled into?!?!?
For all you emos, alt rock, grunge, 80's electro and scenesters, here is a brief overview of the music you may have or have not listened to and what I grew up with in my brain as a teenager. I'm talking about PURE recylced anger, passion and disgust!
the REAL deal
a fave
not so hard, but they brought me thru many h.s. ups and downs
them too
this got me pumped
slap my deck on your face
GOD DAMN, I miss my fucked in the head days... the chaos.
the chaos that lead to my stability
my head aches
fist n' knuckles
I seriously... seriously... seriously miss my old punk rock days. I don't know why, but despite Boston's large punk rock roots, most of the people I have met from here seem to be more concerned about the way they look: tattooes/piercings, their clothes, their diets and/or what cub they are going to. Now that i think of it, I don't think it is the people but the changing times. I miss those days of calling from pay phones, skateboarding until 1 a.m., kicking the rich kid's ass and a general disrespect for authority. What has this country evovled into?!?!?
For all you emos, alt rock, grunge, 80's electro and scenesters, here is a brief overview of the music you may have or have not listened to and what I grew up with in my brain as a teenager. I'm talking about PURE recylced anger, passion and disgust!
the REAL deal
a fave
not so hard, but they brought me thru many h.s. ups and downs
them too
this got me pumped
slap my deck on your face
GOD DAMN, I miss my fucked in the head days... the chaos.
the chaos that lead to my stability
my head aches
fist n' knuckles
UPDATE like you gonna mate on the first date!
So, I receive a slip from the USPS in my mailbox from the NYC Police Dept. ??? I pick up the letter at the Post Office and read that my car was confiscated and being impounded. WTF, right?!
Well... the car was my previous car: 2002 Pontiac AZTEK (a.k.a. the tank/the ugly car/that weird tent-truck-thing). Apparently, if a car is confiscated by the Police Dept. in the state of NY, they send a letter to ALL of the previous owners who may have an interest in the vehicle.
When I spoke to the Lt. about receiving such a weird letter, he stopped what I was saying because I said "... my previous car" . Basically, I cannot walk near that car because it is in their chambers of DOOM. So, yea, I guess some guy stole my previous car...???
weird.
FINALLY! Here is a picture of my house in all of its snow and shovel glory!
I will take pictures soon of what is left from that river of ice on my driveway that I mentioned in my blogs of Christmas Past.
I'm getting a Chinchilla with a 1/2 chewed ear, the reptile convention is coming up in 3 weeks and I plan to buy weird bugs, frozen rats and some more weird shit. I had to bounce back my new tattoo appointment twice from being sick with the GonaCiphalAIDSHerpeitis-HIV that i had to the chest. Hopefully, I can start on it soon... all depending on my overall health.
I'm broke.
yea... I'm broke.
This picture reminds myself of ME when I was 7
these are for all-o'youz
So, I receive a slip from the USPS in my mailbox from the NYC Police Dept. ??? I pick up the letter at the Post Office and read that my car was confiscated and being impounded. WTF, right?!
Well... the car was my previous car: 2002 Pontiac AZTEK (a.k.a. the tank/the ugly car/that weird tent-truck-thing). Apparently, if a car is confiscated by the Police Dept. in the state of NY, they send a letter to ALL of the previous owners who may have an interest in the vehicle.
When I spoke to the Lt. about receiving such a weird letter, he stopped what I was saying because I said "... my previous car" . Basically, I cannot walk near that car because it is in their chambers of DOOM. So, yea, I guess some guy stole my previous car...???
weird.
FINALLY! Here is a picture of my house in all of its snow and shovel glory!
I will take pictures soon of what is left from that river of ice on my driveway that I mentioned in my blogs of Christmas Past.
I'm getting a Chinchilla with a 1/2 chewed ear, the reptile convention is coming up in 3 weeks and I plan to buy weird bugs, frozen rats and some more weird shit. I had to bounce back my new tattoo appointment twice from being sick with the GonaCiphalAIDSHerpeitis-HIV that i had to the chest. Hopefully, I can start on it soon... all depending on my overall health.
I'm broke.
yea... I'm broke.
This picture reminds myself of ME when I was 7
these are for all-o'youz
