Holy crap, another dry run of time with no updates, I know you've been waiting on the edge of your seat for it so.....

Ok I started a new job, much better, more independence, more responsibility, more money, I love it. I'm at Optos, a retinal imaging company and I write their lease contracts, doesn't sound fun but I bring the heat!
Been dating and having a blast, traveling, getting out doing all the lame touristy stuff in my area that I never really did before, just seeing what's out there. (Check my myspace for a more comprehensive itinerary).
Still drawing, still writing, I've gotta post some of it, should be forthcoming. I have made two promises for myself this year, to go skydiving (if you're in the area and want to join, please do) and to try my hand at stand-up (ok so this blog isn't all that funny but check some of my other posts), these are two things I've always wanted to do, so fuck it I am!
Haven't snagged my own SG yet but maybe someday the gods of off beat seething hotness will smile upon me...

Stop by, say hi, let's be friends!

Wow holy crap it's been a while lets see how about a Bullet Point Update...doo do do do doo do da doo (That's my lame Bullet Point Update theme song)

-Single
-Still work at the Bank with a mega-bitch, correction, droppin the C-bomb on that ho!
-Paid of a ton of debt, almost out of the woods, should be by then end of this month! Woo Hoo!
-Bringin flabby back, yeah!
-Keeping busy making stupid little films, but they please me and ain't that what it's all about?
(You can check 'em out on my Myspace or Youtube just type in Pananarama)
-Working towards becoming fun old George again, took a bit of a respite but bitches look out, no panties will hold me back! (I used the word bitches as a joke, the only bitches are cunts, other than that I have the utmost respect for women)
-Doing a lot more drawing and writing as well
-Did a lot of soul searching lately, found out that in fact there isn't one there?

I'm thinkin that's about it, I am on the cusp of becoming the single most amazing person you've ever known, I'll keep you posted how that goes. Otherwise drop me a line, love to hear from ya.

Yep, no longer engaged. Kinda sucks, she was hot, so if anyone wants nudes of my ex feel free to drop a line Its beyond that crap-ass depression part, just past the food for comfort stage and edging up to the rebound lay stage, any volunteers?

Harrooo,

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, what's up fools? What's up with you, how the hell are ya? I've been good, I just started dating this HAWT (i don't usually resort to such colloquialisms but I was tetherred by the mudane hum-drummery of my usual stand-ins, gorgeous, stunning and etherial, I digress) 27 year old, single mother of a polite and adorable four year old. She is funny, sarcastic, sweet, compassionate and kind, her name is Dawn, which is fitting because she is as striking as a hang-over morning. Ya know what I mean? A hang-over morning? The shit I have to put up with for you, that is when, for example you go over a friends house for a long night of drinking and then when you wake up in the morning to leave, so you open their front door and VOILA! She's that beautiful. So needless to say, I'm in love. Other than that work is fine, save for the nut-job who's effect on me is only equalled by that of a broken glass lined wedgie. I'm still w....a.....i....t....i....n...g.... to hear back about school for next year, I will be on my way to becoming a math teacher! Job #2 is ok, I work with alot of fun people and only like 15 hours a week so it's not too bad. Car's a shit box, never making enough money, brother/roomie is a pain in the ass, in the middle of a break-out, too much to do, too little time, Bush is ruining over 200 years of hard work, but who the fuck cares I'm dating a freakin' supermodel!

-How's My Driving? Call 1 800 DROPMEAFRIGGINLINESOMETIME,
PANA

Again with the bullet points, Oy Vay, the art of writing is schmaltz!

-Dumped monday afternoon

-Asked out Monday night

-Still waiting on school, where's that damn letter?

-Enjoying all that SPring has to offer, isn't in Gaw-jess!

-Planning a Vegas Trip for August....

-Work is fine, except for the crazy lady, son't get me started!

-The Easter Bunny is coming, the Easter Bunny is coming!

Ok, enough already with the powerpoint presentation, drop me a line and I promise, I'll holla back, or holler back, there will be backing and hollering of some sort going on, and you'll be invited!
-Pana

I'm sorry it's been so long, I've been back for a while, got a ton of pics, had a ton of fun, made a ton of friends. I missed you guys and obviously the constant barrage of sexy boobies it's going to be a little while before I get everything situated, please bear with me. Happy Holidays, and stay classy SanDiego!

I just got deployed by the Red Cross, leaving Saturday morn. I gotta get all my vital info together, make arrangements , buy a ton of crap, ship my cat down to my mom's, and work for the next two days, this is going to be tough. See you in three weeks, till then don't be afraid to call or leave notes here, I'll get 'em eventually. (774) 242-3589

-take care

Ok two more weeks then I'm headin south, I have to take three training courses and then its "Seacrest Ooout!". I'm both nervous and excited, I still don't know where I'll be going, could be New Orleans, could be some cushy little shelter, a bit anxious too.
Got awesome news at work today, the president of the bank came into my branch and said that he wanted to speak to me, after I cleaned the fresh shit out of my draws, we chatted. He said that there was a board meeting a couple of weeks ago and there were comments made about my drawings, the fate of which had recently been alterred. In my branch my station is near the door as you come in, next to a big barren wall, so I had done some drawings and hung them, I got alot of positive feed back and some commissions from them. Drawings that technically should not have been hung in the first place, so I was nervous as to where the conversation was headed. Recently the bank made some good copies of historic photos depicting our town and had them framed at a cost of about three hundred each. I asked what was said about my pics, beginning to sweat as I said it. He told me that a couple of the board members said that they liked my pictures better and wanted them back up, GULP, I didn't know if he was going to be pissed or what? I got quiet so he stareted in, "We want to commission you to draw our new Shrewsbury branch" he paused "We're also going to take down these pictures and put a few of yours up." I almos shit again, these were fifteen hundred bucks worth of pictures that were bought like a month prior, and the BOORD MEMBERS told him that they wanted mine, ouch. So I'm going to do it, and make some serious lira, and get some exposure, so now I'm excited, no, I'm ecstatic.
I should probably have my car on the road this week, so all you fiiiine bitches watch out, I'm on the prowl.
To recap, helping refugees, drawing for money, humpin and porkin and doint it and lovin it.....any thoughts?

Long ass work in progree, there are esome parts in the middle I'm still editing so please be patient, but tell me what you think.....

The Peddler and the Rose

The moon casts silver dew
To tease the velvet skies
The stars seem to quite gingerly
Humbly let it try
The trees in slumber dreaming dreams
Of springs and falls to be
Leaves rustling as they snore aloud
In early morning glee
Nearby the regal mountaintops
Their peaks encapped in snows
Slump down on cumfy foothills
With heads lost in repose
The owls coo their lullabies to allay the restless rills
Who sleepwalk through the valleys
And saunter betwixt the hills
The slight-crisp air caresses
While nightingales in tune
Lead us of in fantasies
Beneath the harvest moon
Breathless veils of frosty clouds
Through coal and royal skies
Lumberring quiet ‘cross the lands
As somnolent stars arise
Each smiling pinprick from above
Lights the way to joyous dreams
Deep below the predawn night
We see a modest town
From flowing hills its spires jut
As its dormant crown
Somewhere two men in taverns light
Have conquests to compare
And children’s dreams and fantasies
Dance through cool night air
With frost on wings of winter’s breath
Nature dusts each frigid pass
It glows from every leave and twig
and fetters earth with shattered glass
smoke which dances above the rooves
sultry, silky, soft
the only sign of warmth of life
lost to stars aloft
A world in which a man can’t weep
Won’t bear to hear his cries
A world in which a beggar’s pleas
Aren’t seen by blinderred eyes
Peering down amidst the roofs
With chimneyed gabled peaks
Our weary traveler stammers now
Been hobbling on for weeks
This pious man steady walks
A pauper amongst kings
Day in day out alone he moves
Peddling his things
With heavy pack and heavy heart
Tired feet resign their game
As broken body and blistered back
Resolve to do the same
With nights slight frost upon his back
And hand upon his chest
The lures of night have broken him
Now his time to rest
A satchel full of trinkets
Slumps down upon the stones
Coddled by the meter
Of cracking creaking bones
Chapped and crusted lips smack
Upon sparse and pallid teeth
Tousled brows unfurl their rifts
Upon stubbled cheeks beneath
His sunken chest collapses
With a wheeze and burbled moan
With hardened body enshrouded
In hands as cold as stone
Who stretched and strained in times of strife
And were marred and creased by wretched life
Forced to grab and smash
To pry and hold
Through calloused cuts
Their pain is told
Ten tired brothers
Each slowed with age
Furrowed fragile
Coarse and sage
Two have gone
Forgotten friends
Through bite of winter
Lost their ends
One stead soldier
Stern and braced
Stuck as stone
Austere and chaste
Seven siblings left to fend
Frail with age and stiff to bend
Their burden born
Of years of toil
Tired and mired
By blood and soil
Their time is late
Their use is waning
Their structure weak
Their color draining
ever be they shadows
ever losing will to fight
never feeling passion
while decend, they, into night.
As weary lids unite in vain
Upon crimson swollen eyes
By want, they shut to lose in dreams
The cadence of his cries
His loves mnemonic beauty
Is quick to come to thought
With it brings listless comfort
Which in dreams he sought
Her eyes the purest clearest blue
To guide the birds in flight
Her heart could warm ten thousand men
Through bleakest sable night
Those eyes hid many beauties for
A libidos thoughts to pine
The perfect gate through which
Her perfect soul could shine
Her platinum locks caressed the breeze
Like a sirens song of sight
Beckoning toward ceaseless love
From which no want of fight
Her smile could crush the coldest heart
With its persuasive might
It was that which made the heavens dare
To mistrust their own pure light
The crystal lips through which it shone
Were to be reveled by the gods
With tender lips and perhaps a kiss
Ones heart was put at odds
It was in her endless poetry
In every tiny part
That he saw himself forever gone
Embridled by his heart
She was royalty of innocence
Atop a throne of white
And only by untimely death
Robbed of that birthright
The brackish wells with which he sees
Spill forth their wretched prize
His heart by lovers passing gone
He sleeps he dreams he dies
Every night like that before
He rests his somber head
Haunted by the same cold past
The torment to which he’s wed
A wistful lover alone does lay
Disdaining all the morrow
Broken beaten battered by
His ceaseless pain and sorrow
In somber silence summer sails
As rust and bronze, engulf the trails
And leave the brooks bare and browned
While trees in passing fetter the ground
With armied leaves in relentless droves
A rhythmic din through sleeping groves
Leaves which fall single sowing
Soldiers on the blustery blowing
Trees tire sun will gray and pass
Lakes and ponds now casks of glass
Casualties of fall inhumed in white
Give beauties glow to callous night
By mornings break the sun is guised
By bleak and darkened air
The peddler trounced by nature’s ire
But he too tired to care
This somber hamlet caught amidst
The tempests raising cane
A crash of thunder breaks the roar
Of cold remorseless rain
This one vile day although to ask
To him like all the morrow
Find he a token of his love
Amidst his pain and sorrow
A tiny ember amongst the ash
Of his dying heart
A swell of joy a flash of tears
Ignited by in part
A tiny rose diminutive
Much smaller than the rest
Lost betwixt the leaves and twigs
Barely a rose at best
Precisely at that moment
As beauty reigned supreme
The fates took pity upon this man
Through the rose’s holy beam
His tears like rain on cobblestones
Do slip betwixt the cracks
The rose’s glow does bring such warmth
Which his sorry body lacks
His stiff knees crack to meet the dirt
To partake of this prize
And as he’s reaching out for love
This somber stranger dies.

Ok so who wants to give me a lap dance.....

....c'mon I'm bored.....

....pleeeeaaasssseee, I'll be your best friend?


Ok, so I was going to post some scans of some of my drawings but I can't find my sketch book, the book containing a sketch someone offerred me $1,100.00 bucks for. So I'm kinda pissed, at me. Otherwise I'm just bored, nothing happenning this weekend, just a waiting game. Please allow me, if I ain't gettin a lap dance, to live vicariously through you, what did you do? Did you make an attempt at the life of a head of state, did you perhaps see a new movie, did you play with your boobies, did you head up covert-ops for the Thaiwanese government, stealing secrets from North Korea in an attempt to rechrystalize Thaiwan's knowlege base of North Korean nuclear options? Maybe you ate alot and took a big shit, go ahead, give me every nasty detail....