i wonder if moose get pissed off if they shit on themselves. think about it, your walking through the woods and you got to take a shit so you pop a squat and squeeze out a duece... well i imagine moose don't squat, and may even continue walking. i wonder if in moose language they are all "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I just bathed in the river yesterday and now this... oh man if my friends see this my social life is over" i imaagine this moose is in highschool... or just doesn't like shitting on himself and the nearest river is miles away... sleep, sleep is coming for me.
it's been months since my last post, fraking months. speaking of fraking, i have yet to catch the series finale of Battlestar... i hear bad things. i wish future me would write to present me and tell me all the things i need to know not to do... that's it. one wierd thought, think I'll have an "odd thought of the day" post daily... try not to repeat. yeah, that's the ticket.
Hello all. the massage biz has been going pretty well for me lately. Getting new regular clients and old regular clients coming in and it's rekindled my love of massage all over again.
well I got a table recently (finally right!?) and I am prepared to offer my services to you, your friends, your family, anyone and everyone (except for wierdos...) so for all of you out there that would like a massage at a reasonable rate lemme know. I am rideless right now, so you'd have to come to me. I'm not hard to find. not to brag, but I'm pretty damn good at what i do. rates would be as follows.
60 min - $50,
90 min - $70,
120 min - $90.
tips are appreciated, but not required.
the following is a list of modalities i can perform along with a clothing indicator. c = clothed massage, u = unclothed
I can do the following modalities pretty well
shiatsu (c)
tui-na (c)
sports massage (shorts may be worn, but are not required)
i can do the following modalities exceptionally well
Swedish (u)
Deep tissue (u)
Thai (c) (normal massage length requires 1& 1/2 - 2 hours)
so if you live in the San Diego area and are interested in a great masage for a great price send me a message and we will set something up.
well I got a table recently (finally right!?) and I am prepared to offer my services to you, your friends, your family, anyone and everyone (except for wierdos...) so for all of you out there that would like a massage at a reasonable rate lemme know. I am rideless right now, so you'd have to come to me. I'm not hard to find. not to brag, but I'm pretty damn good at what i do. rates would be as follows.
60 min - $50,
90 min - $70,
120 min - $90.
tips are appreciated, but not required.
the following is a list of modalities i can perform along with a clothing indicator. c = clothed massage, u = unclothed
I can do the following modalities pretty well
shiatsu (c)
tui-na (c)
sports massage (shorts may be worn, but are not required)
i can do the following modalities exceptionally well
Swedish (u)
Deep tissue (u)
Thai (c) (normal massage length requires 1& 1/2 - 2 hours)
so if you live in the San Diego area and are interested in a great masage for a great price send me a message and we will set something up.
I would have danced on the sun...
I've come to a point where i think my passions may actually be inturrupting my life. what do i mean by that you may ask. a fair question, let me elaborate.
I have many varied interest ranging from Astronomy, philosophy, music, massage therapy and law... the conundrum is how do i determine which takes precident over the other. the law one is a new one, as i was thinking today about my recent lack of car due to the man towing it and wanting me to pay him money to get it back. well fuck him and fuck that.
the stars are eternal, my quote says it. we are made of the stuff f stars. all of us. the matter in the universe is ancient. to understand ourselves we first have to understand the things from which we came.
Philosophy... a million ideas run through my head in every philosophy class i take and I am always forced to look at the larger picture and how individual events, memories, emotions, places and people fit into the grand scheme of things. I once had grand designs to create and invint my own philosophy...
Music.... I've sang since i can remember, and i have sang well for years. I have bought people to tears... seriously. to tears. i love to sing. I sing when i am happy, i sing when i am bored, I sing when i work, I sing in the shower, pooping, pissing, and at all the wrong times.
Massage therapy... I have my HHP certification, but still lack my license. I need to get on that. I finally got my table a year after i graduated.
The conundrum is how to i place any one of these above the other. what is the most viable option for me. what should i major in. where is the money to be made, and a slew of other ideas and questions. if i were to persue all of them to their ultimate conclusion would i be happy or be left wanting more...
someone should pay me to drink... I would love and live that till i died at 30 of kidney failure.
I've come to a point where i think my passions may actually be inturrupting my life. what do i mean by that you may ask. a fair question, let me elaborate.
I have many varied interest ranging from Astronomy, philosophy, music, massage therapy and law... the conundrum is how do i determine which takes precident over the other. the law one is a new one, as i was thinking today about my recent lack of car due to the man towing it and wanting me to pay him money to get it back. well fuck him and fuck that.
the stars are eternal, my quote says it. we are made of the stuff f stars. all of us. the matter in the universe is ancient. to understand ourselves we first have to understand the things from which we came.
Philosophy... a million ideas run through my head in every philosophy class i take and I am always forced to look at the larger picture and how individual events, memories, emotions, places and people fit into the grand scheme of things. I once had grand designs to create and invint my own philosophy...
Music.... I've sang since i can remember, and i have sang well for years. I have bought people to tears... seriously. to tears. i love to sing. I sing when i am happy, i sing when i am bored, I sing when i work, I sing in the shower, pooping, pissing, and at all the wrong times.
Massage therapy... I have my HHP certification, but still lack my license. I need to get on that. I finally got my table a year after i graduated.
The conundrum is how to i place any one of these above the other. what is the most viable option for me. what should i major in. where is the money to be made, and a slew of other ideas and questions. if i were to persue all of them to their ultimate conclusion would i be happy or be left wanting more...
someone should pay me to drink... I would love and live that till i died at 30 of kidney failure.
has anybody seen, my old friend gary gygax. can you tell me where he's gone? I just turned around he's gone...
Dungeonsand Dragons co-creator Gary Gygax died Tuesday morning at age 69 as a level 1,000,000 everything.
http://us.i1.yimg.com/videogames.yahoo.com/feature/dungeons-amp-dragons-co-creator-dies-at-69/1192688
He helped make the world a more creative, and fun place. rest in peace, and it was... (rolls dice) nice knowing you.
Dungeonsand Dragons co-creator Gary Gygax died Tuesday morning at age 69 as a level 1,000,000 everything.
http://us.i1.yimg.com/videogames.yahoo.com/feature/dungeons-amp-dragons-co-creator-dies-at-69/1192688
He helped make the world a more creative, and fun place. rest in peace, and it was... (rolls dice) nice knowing you.
life as it is lately is in a state of... a state of... well shit, that about sums it up, a state of nothing really, things aren't bad, but things aren't great. have my shit in line finally, but there still seems to be this cloud over my head. this dread that i can't shake and the only thing i can think is "it's the world being fucked like it is that i am fretting over" or something, i dunno. things are coming to a head and i guess there are a lot of uncomfortable changes going on that are neccesary but not really wanted at this time, not really my call. oh well. life will sort it out i suppose.
to the asshole on the street...
so today i did a kinda foolish thing. i ran out of gas. i knew i was getting low, but decided to push it, i was a few blocks from the gas station, which is in turn a few blocks from my house, i was almost there man. but still i should have stopped and got gas sooner, i knew this, but i didn't adhere to the voice in my head and i said "let's push it a little, test the limits of the van." and now i know. well anyways i was on the street and i see this guy walking by. here is my thought process "here is this guy walking, maybe he is parked somewhere around here and walking to a destination, or to his car, or maybe he lives around here." mind you i am on the side of an off ramp, i don't have a cell phone and i know my problem, i need gas. so I ask this guy in a very polite way "excuse me sir do you have a gas can?" obviously the guy didn't have one on him, i knew this, he knew this, instead of answering me in a rational way he begins to insult me call me a bigger fucking idiot than he thought possible, i am a retard etc... now i can understand his point, but again i thought he may have lived near by... instead of telling him to go fuck himself and die i simply said "you have a great night sir" i feel i won some small moral victory, but now in hind site i realize i should have have problem been an asshole right back, told him i hope he dies alone, or worse yet surrounded by real idiots. Fuck that ass hole, i do hope you die a slow painful death and i hope you die alone.
to the saint on the street...
a little while later (a few minutes) a car drives by and it is a teller from a bank i frequent, he takes me to the gas station, drives me back to my car, it still doesn't start. takes me back to the gas station buy me a gallon of gas and drives me back to my car, it didn't immediatly start so he offered to give me a ride home i tried one more time and it started. i will never leave Wells Fargo, some people may have a problem with them, but with tellers that recognize their customers on the street and that kind of friendliness i have to say i love them to death.... except for the crazy interest that keeps piling up on my credit card debt... but i caused that.
so asshole, fuck you you crochety ass old man, i hope you fucking die
saint, thanks a million bro, i will buy you a beer or two soon
to me now i know that when the needle is on empty in the van i should get gas asap.
so today i did a kinda foolish thing. i ran out of gas. i knew i was getting low, but decided to push it, i was a few blocks from the gas station, which is in turn a few blocks from my house, i was almost there man. but still i should have stopped and got gas sooner, i knew this, but i didn't adhere to the voice in my head and i said "let's push it a little, test the limits of the van." and now i know. well anyways i was on the street and i see this guy walking by. here is my thought process "here is this guy walking, maybe he is parked somewhere around here and walking to a destination, or to his car, or maybe he lives around here." mind you i am on the side of an off ramp, i don't have a cell phone and i know my problem, i need gas. so I ask this guy in a very polite way "excuse me sir do you have a gas can?" obviously the guy didn't have one on him, i knew this, he knew this, instead of answering me in a rational way he begins to insult me call me a bigger fucking idiot than he thought possible, i am a retard etc... now i can understand his point, but again i thought he may have lived near by... instead of telling him to go fuck himself and die i simply said "you have a great night sir" i feel i won some small moral victory, but now in hind site i realize i should have have problem been an asshole right back, told him i hope he dies alone, or worse yet surrounded by real idiots. Fuck that ass hole, i do hope you die a slow painful death and i hope you die alone.
to the saint on the street...
a little while later (a few minutes) a car drives by and it is a teller from a bank i frequent, he takes me to the gas station, drives me back to my car, it still doesn't start. takes me back to the gas station buy me a gallon of gas and drives me back to my car, it didn't immediatly start so he offered to give me a ride home i tried one more time and it started. i will never leave Wells Fargo, some people may have a problem with them, but with tellers that recognize their customers on the street and that kind of friendliness i have to say i love them to death.... except for the crazy interest that keeps piling up on my credit card debt... but i caused that.
so asshole, fuck you you crochety ass old man, i hope you fucking die
saint, thanks a million bro, i will buy you a beer or two soon
to me now i know that when the needle is on empty in the van i should get gas asap.
i never dug hip hop. never liked that many drugs. never smoked cigarettes to be cool. never dipped. never did a lot of things... where the hell am I going with this. Taking an astronomy class. people say that the ocean makes them feel small... That may have been the case... once. but the world is interconnected now. through the internet, ships, planes, etc. i could get on a plane tomorrow (with the right amount of money) and fly to egypt, china, australia all with realativly little personal risk. The ocean is huge, but i know what lies across even though i have never seen it... in astronomy the universe is huge... and it is. it's fucking huge. endless in theory. 14 billion plus light years across. that makes me feel small... alone. fucking universe man. fucking universe.
So i am a religious guy, but all the evidence that science has discovered with the best understanding of man disproves the existence of god. we are here by accident. not grand design.
people say the mayan calender ends on dec 21st 2012. the winter solstice. that is when the calender ends. you could look at that as the end of things, but i am of the mind set that it goes like this.
Mayan calender maker 1 "hey... uhhh... how far are we uh gona go with this thing?"
Mayan calender maker 2 "Huh. That's a damn good question. not like we have to get everything done in one day or anything right?"
Mayan calender maker 1 "Yeah, yeah, exactly my fucking point. I mean, check this shit yo. I already plotted ut all the significant events for the next several hundred years. i mean, can we call it a day for the nest few hundred years? pick it back up later?"
Mayan calender maker 2 "YES! fuck yes dawg! let's go sacrifice some people from that small village a few miles away, then ride llamas and and not become extinct."
Mayan calender maker 1 "you are so fucking hot to me right now."
Mayan calender maker 2 "uhh... dude. you know i'm not like that."
Mayan calender maker 1 "oh... oh yeah. i just meant... well nevermind... ... so, sacrificing villagers huh? let's do that"
see, that shit could have went down like that, and then they all disappeared for some reason, or was that the incas... fuck i dunno. but you see my point. maybe they were just tired of working on that shit. and it just so happened that they never picked it back up. end it on the longest day of the year, sounds good.
but the universe... man. it makes me sad that we haven't even gone to Mars. I think maybe we are afraid if there is a base on the moon that there may be one on Mars... a bigger one. perhaps all of nasa's bullshit excuses are simply to mask the fact that they have been warned not to venture to the moon or mars again. we were suppose to be to alpha centari by now. which is like 1 light year away... we haven't even been to mars. i guess it wouldn't be so bad if i knew we were actually going places in space, but we aren't... meh.
so yeah, what if there isn't shit after this. what if this is all there is. what if we are it? it seems unlikely, but how likely is it that life formed here? we thought we were the center of it all once. did someone else? do they still? what did the first explorers think crossing the atlantic? what if all the various regions of the world had never interacted with one another. Europeans never sailed to America, China never traded with anyone, Africans were never enslaved, aborigianes were never killed by English prisoners and what not... I guess they would have to interact at some point if all humans originated at a common point... there would have to be a spreading out. meh. this is what keeps me up at night. thoughts like these, what ifs... i think to much... i don't drink enough.
So i am a religious guy, but all the evidence that science has discovered with the best understanding of man disproves the existence of god. we are here by accident. not grand design.
people say the mayan calender ends on dec 21st 2012. the winter solstice. that is when the calender ends. you could look at that as the end of things, but i am of the mind set that it goes like this.
Mayan calender maker 1 "hey... uhhh... how far are we uh gona go with this thing?"
Mayan calender maker 2 "Huh. That's a damn good question. not like we have to get everything done in one day or anything right?"
Mayan calender maker 1 "Yeah, yeah, exactly my fucking point. I mean, check this shit yo. I already plotted ut all the significant events for the next several hundred years. i mean, can we call it a day for the nest few hundred years? pick it back up later?"
Mayan calender maker 2 "YES! fuck yes dawg! let's go sacrifice some people from that small village a few miles away, then ride llamas and and not become extinct."
Mayan calender maker 1 "you are so fucking hot to me right now."
Mayan calender maker 2 "uhh... dude. you know i'm not like that."
Mayan calender maker 1 "oh... oh yeah. i just meant... well nevermind... ... so, sacrificing villagers huh? let's do that"
see, that shit could have went down like that, and then they all disappeared for some reason, or was that the incas... fuck i dunno. but you see my point. maybe they were just tired of working on that shit. and it just so happened that they never picked it back up. end it on the longest day of the year, sounds good.
but the universe... man. it makes me sad that we haven't even gone to Mars. I think maybe we are afraid if there is a base on the moon that there may be one on Mars... a bigger one. perhaps all of nasa's bullshit excuses are simply to mask the fact that they have been warned not to venture to the moon or mars again. we were suppose to be to alpha centari by now. which is like 1 light year away... we haven't even been to mars. i guess it wouldn't be so bad if i knew we were actually going places in space, but we aren't... meh.
so yeah, what if there isn't shit after this. what if this is all there is. what if we are it? it seems unlikely, but how likely is it that life formed here? we thought we were the center of it all once. did someone else? do they still? what did the first explorers think crossing the atlantic? what if all the various regions of the world had never interacted with one another. Europeans never sailed to America, China never traded with anyone, Africans were never enslaved, aborigianes were never killed by English prisoners and what not... I guess they would have to interact at some point if all humans originated at a common point... there would have to be a spreading out. meh. this is what keeps me up at night. thoughts like these, what ifs... i think to much... i don't drink enough.
This is my first blog, so i guess if you are reading this you were intrigued by the beard. I can't blame you, it intrigues me too, and that is the whole reason i had it. yes I used the past tense, it is sadly no more, but i have remnants of it in the form of a goatee and some fucking sick chops! so here is me in a nutshell.
I can't use proper grammar and like to capitalize words at the wrong times and throw in extra commas just for shits and grins.
i'm a geek through and through.
I'm the singer in the band Ludicrous Speed check us out on Myspace at http://www.myspace.com/httpwwwmyspacecomludicrousspeed WE KICK ASS!!!
I love to drink, and eat... but i hate being overweight... hum... this could be problematic
I grew up in Oklahoma, and got out when i joined the Marine Corps, did that for 6 years went to kuwait and iraq and spent 5 years or so at Camp Pendleton. liked living in Southern California so much i decided to stay, ass hemoraging rent and all.
Seeing as how the only thing i knew was killing (actually fixing broken shit) i decided upon the only logical conclussion, get into massage. it is very theraputic and profitable. Well i haven't turned a profit yet, but i only just got out of school. i still have to take my NCE (National certification exam) so i got to study. so yeah i got a great voice, fucking blow your mind hands, and humility to go with that beard. i got on suicide girls cause i was tired to looking at the same pics in the free gallery. it was probably the best investment i made since i bought my laptop.
i got no job, but i got a van. a 77 dodge with shag carpet, wood panelling, stoner posters, a bed in the back, and all the ladies love it! No shit, they get in and just start giggling and saying "DUDE! I FUCKING LOVE YOUR VAN!" it fits my personality.
i am a firm believer in positive thoughts, and the power of intention.
I love Brad Neely comics!
Alkaline Trio rocks your fucking face off!
I've got no piercings and no tatoos, which is surprising considering i was in the Marine Corps for 6 years... you figure i would have got a motard tat or even an anti-usmc tat, but no... i am working on a design for a tat, i started it a long time ago, and i don't know if it fits my perosnality anymore. you may ask, why don't you finish it and get a tatoo, well i always said if i turn 26 and still want one i will get one, this way i would know it wasn't a childish impulse or a whim, so yeah... it's time, 26 arrived several weeks ago.
that's it. I'm off ot dream land... i gotta get back in the gym.
I can't use proper grammar and like to capitalize words at the wrong times and throw in extra commas just for shits and grins.
i'm a geek through and through.
I'm the singer in the band Ludicrous Speed check us out on Myspace at http://www.myspace.com/httpwwwmyspacecomludicrousspeed WE KICK ASS!!!
I love to drink, and eat... but i hate being overweight... hum... this could be problematic
I grew up in Oklahoma, and got out when i joined the Marine Corps, did that for 6 years went to kuwait and iraq and spent 5 years or so at Camp Pendleton. liked living in Southern California so much i decided to stay, ass hemoraging rent and all.
Seeing as how the only thing i knew was killing (actually fixing broken shit) i decided upon the only logical conclussion, get into massage. it is very theraputic and profitable. Well i haven't turned a profit yet, but i only just got out of school. i still have to take my NCE (National certification exam) so i got to study. so yeah i got a great voice, fucking blow your mind hands, and humility to go with that beard. i got on suicide girls cause i was tired to looking at the same pics in the free gallery. it was probably the best investment i made since i bought my laptop.
i got no job, but i got a van. a 77 dodge with shag carpet, wood panelling, stoner posters, a bed in the back, and all the ladies love it! No shit, they get in and just start giggling and saying "DUDE! I FUCKING LOVE YOUR VAN!" it fits my personality.
i am a firm believer in positive thoughts, and the power of intention.
I love Brad Neely comics!
Alkaline Trio rocks your fucking face off!
I've got no piercings and no tatoos, which is surprising considering i was in the Marine Corps for 6 years... you figure i would have got a motard tat or even an anti-usmc tat, but no... i am working on a design for a tat, i started it a long time ago, and i don't know if it fits my perosnality anymore. you may ask, why don't you finish it and get a tatoo, well i always said if i turn 26 and still want one i will get one, this way i would know it wasn't a childish impulse or a whim, so yeah... it's time, 26 arrived several weeks ago.
that's it. I'm off ot dream land... i gotta get back in the gym.
