Some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life are suicide girls or hopefuls. I'm always amazed, being a member for like 4 years, when I see a set that I missed somehow and give some love better late than never, read of the lives and thoughts in blogs, the candid photos, and be put in awe of you lovely ladies every day I log on. And though we're all just regular people living our lives, I just wanted to write a few words to let you know. So here's to a rare blog by a shy, somewhat socially inept-maybe-awkward, guy somewhere in the metropolis of Atlanta wishing all you pretty ladies a happy holiday season!

Peace,
Joe

So I voted, Tuesday. No one I voted for won. Yay....

I fucking HATE this goddamned state (Georgia). Shit, I hate politics. But I feel like it's my duty to vote anyways, even if I know the person I want to be elected will not because this place is backwards as shit! Oh well, at least in the last election I voted in, the person I wanted to be my next president won. I think I'm done voting for a while. People are too stupid here.



My favorite quote of the year: Being "colored" is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.

I'm obsessed with postsecret. I have been since it started, which I can't even really remember. I think like 4 years, maybe. I've got both books, and I routinely send in secrets. I have so many. Actually, it is sometimes difficult for me to remember all of them. But the cool thing about it is I am forced to think about all of the skeletons in my closet. Most of them aren't anything for me to be ashamed of, but they are events in my life that caused me to feel bad, events that I, over the years, have forced myself to forget. I bottle them up until they overflow within me, and I burst. My therapist (when I actively sought out counseling) told me I shouldn't, due to my sometimes short fuse. So postsecret enabled me to deal with these things in a way that made me feel comfortable. The other secrets, and the community assured me that I was not alone. I highly recommend checking it out, if you're a crazy person like me, or if you just like to feel you're not alone.

postsecret

And the community is pretty cool too.

postsecret community

My screen name on there is NotReallyMe, look me up if you get into it.

I'm going to have some eggnog now. Unfortunately, without rum. All I have is tequila, and I'm not sure that would be good. I need to restock. I swear, this fucking state I live in - no booze on Sunday??? WTF???

My foot fetish is totally ridiculous........seriously.

On a cruddier note, it sucks to be with someone who has ZERO interest in the things I am passionate about.

Hello all, I am coming down from infuriation today. I'm feeling pretty good, tho. A couple of days ago is another story. Now, I'm not one to complain about racism or anything, considering I'm biracial and am comfortable with my racial identity. But, every now and then, a mothafuck will say the wrong thing. Namely this dude at work, Brad. And I've mentioned this dude once or twice before, and I am slowly coming to the conclusiong that I really need to take this dude out back and smack the shizzle out of him. On monday, this dude referred to me as "boy". BOY! Who the hell calls another grown ass man, boy?? BOY? Now mind you, I do live in the south, but it's ATLANTA, not columbus, or rome. Sometimes I pride this city for being progressive, but every now and again a redneck slips out of the woodwork. This dude is from Alabama, so it should figure, but the whole thing has me vexed right now. My co-worker, who was also called boy by this dude, told me to take the shit up with personnel. Now, I don't particularly want this dude to get fired, even tho I can't stand his ass. So, on the one hand I've got my principles [which incidentally urges me to slap the shit out of him], I can't just let the whole thing slide. On the other hand, dude is young and naive and maybe he just needs an attitude adjustment. He may not be inherantly racist, but he's definetely has a social handicap when it comes to relating to people of different ethnic background than him. My thing is, would he even understand where I'm coming from? He's obviously done this before, so he might not even know it's wrong. And I know that some would think I'm jumping to conclusions with the whole "boy" thing, but it was the way he said it, which is why it came off the way it did to not only myself, but the other guy as well. Oh well, I've to think about how I should handle this. If anyone reads ths, feel free to interject. By all means. Should I talk to him about it, or take it to personnel?

And on another note, I hate windows. How the hell is the computer going to tell ME what the hell IT is going to do? I understand that automatic updates are neccessary, but since when did the computer decide that I HAVE to restart the damn computer? It usually asks whether to restart now, or later. Now it says it is GOING to restart. No choice. It's funny because it usually happens when I'm in the middle of something. Like typing a blog. Awesome, ain't it? I want a Mac. BAD. There are Mac mini's on the web for like $500, which is WAY cheaper than an iMac, and considering I already have a 20 LCD monitor and wireless keyboard and mouse, I'm thinking it could be a cost effective alternative. Because I'm sick of windows, seriously.

I'm hungry...


mmmm, chicken...

Monday Afternoon, not a bad day. The sooner people at work realize most other people aren't as chipper as they are in the morning, the less I'll drag ass on Monday morning. I got to work at like 6 am, and by 10 I was busy with this pain in the ass return antenna that doesn't work, hasn't worked for weeks. Oh well, I tried. Maybe they'll let me do what I need to do to fix it, as opposed to telling me what they think I should do. That's the problem with engineers. They really think their ideas are better than mine because they have a degree and I don't. Yeah, I've only been an electronics technician for 10 years and served in the U.S. Navy as an avionics technician fixing $85 MILLION dollar aircraft. So, I know nothing about a $17,000 satellite tracking antenna. I've just been looking at porn this whole time. Anyway, it's ironic that nothing gets done around there anyway, considering my program has been put on the back burner because someone else screwed up in another program and sent a satellite into space that doesn't work. I'm the only technician right now, and though I'm paid well, I'm not breaking my ass, not this time of year anyway. I save my ass breaking for the winter when I don't care that I work late considering it gets dark at 4:30 anyway. They're lucky I'm making any progress.

Well, enough about work. I love this website, and not just because I get to see the hottest women EVER naked either. There is something real about it. I wish I could have found out about it like 10 years ago.

I started shooting with my 35mm camera again today. I've been so obssessed with my digital SLR that I forgot I've got a film camera with a better lens. I'll just have to get my film processed. Digital is easier, but film is still awesome. I'll play around with it until I can afford a $750 lens for my digital camera.

Oh well, counting down to the 3rd of July when I get to sit my ass on a Florida beach for a week. I should get some awesome photos while I'm there.

Another Sunday almost over. Great. I'll be waking up in 12 hours to the next 5 days at work. Joy. I love my job. It's very rewarding, pays well, but I'm bored. BORED out of my mind. And I swear, if Brad gives me that condecsending bullshit, I'm going to fantasize about throwing him into oncoming traffic. I have a headache.