I have a lot of beer in my refrigerator.
Maybe it's time to start drinking again.
I don't want to feel this pain.
Right now I just don't feel like dealing.
Fuck it. Just fuck it,
Maybe it's time to start drinking again.
I don't want to feel this pain.
Right now I just don't feel like dealing.
Fuck it. Just fuck it,
"Now tia Maria
She leans on the wall,
Looks in the mirror,
Pukes on the floor.
Tries to remember the cause of it all.
You gave her a drink, so
She gave you a ball.
It's a fair exchange."
A news story caught my attention the other day (it was Katie Couric, so forgive me if my attention to detail is a little fuzzy, It was about a young man who, through a series of trades, bartering it you will, turned a cell phone that he no longer needed into $20.000 sports car, the upshot of that being he currently has no license.
So, if you had something you wanted to trade, what would it be and what would you like to receive (eventually) in return. Again, this is an exercise in the hypothetical and I would be curious to know.
During this exercise, it is strictly barter, no cash will change hands.
Once again, I apologize if the details are inaccurate, but the gist of the premise is solid.
Many thanks to Be Bop Deluxe for the music.
Have a pleasant, or at least minorly sucky Monday. And remember, she aims to please and so does Louise.
She leans on the wall,
Looks in the mirror,
Pukes on the floor.
Tries to remember the cause of it all.
You gave her a drink, so
She gave you a ball.
It's a fair exchange."
A news story caught my attention the other day (it was Katie Couric, so forgive me if my attention to detail is a little fuzzy, It was about a young man who, through a series of trades, bartering it you will, turned a cell phone that he no longer needed into $20.000 sports car, the upshot of that being he currently has no license.
So, if you had something you wanted to trade, what would it be and what would you like to receive (eventually) in return. Again, this is an exercise in the hypothetical and I would be curious to know.
During this exercise, it is strictly barter, no cash will change hands.
Once again, I apologize if the details are inaccurate, but the gist of the premise is solid.
Many thanks to Be Bop Deluxe for the music.
Have a pleasant, or at least minorly sucky Monday. And remember, she aims to please and so does Louise.
Today is probably the hardest blog I've ever had to write....
No, no, no I'm not leaving. It's hard for me to write because I can hardly see due to a honking huge contusion under my left eye (my one good eye BTW) sustained when I walked into a clothesline. My left eye is puffed up from underneath and has pretty much cut off my lower field of vision. My brother restrung the clothesline and neglected to tell me had actually done something useful. So when I went out to hang clothes, I presumed the line was in the same place and well you know the rest.
Today I'm cleaning the mental inbox, so welcome to the completely random me. Enter my brain at your own risk.
1. As I have stated in the past, I have long hair and rather long beard. They both have a huge share of gray in them, some may say white. As I was walking into my local Wal-Mart, a gentleman walking past me said, 'Wassup, Moses?". I may have actually answered him. So you may call me Moses if you wish.
2. When my minibar sentence mentioned only one testimonial, I was just kidding. I didn't know of the others because I never looked and I had not clicked the testimonial button on my profile. I have since read them and I want to say from the bottom of my heart I appreciate the kindness of your words very very much. It means a lot (heaving sobs).
3. This will be the only statement I ever make about religion. After this no more. I am a believer in a higher power. I'm not religious however. I have faith which is by definition belief in things not seen. Religion is an essentially corrupt business specifically designed to exploit faith for financial gain.
I also do not question and will not judge choices others make for themselves. It is not my place. In that sense, as I reject the phrase secular humanist as trite and inaccurate, I refer to myself as a cultural humanist. Basically, to each his own.
4. I've realized that I no longer know how to talk to guys. My friends list has 2 males on it. And as far as friends list goes, I like the size of mine because its manageable and I feel more comfortable that I know who is there. Will it get larger? I hope so. Much larger? I don't know. I do know that I love the quality of the people on it.
5. VonGeek is simply one of the sweetest people anywhere. Anytime, anyplace. I adore her.
My eye is starting to hurt...excuse me for a minute
That's better, but I realize that I'm done. If you've stayed this long, you're in sad need of a life.
"Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, and half shut afterwards" - Benjamin Franklin
I'm off to Hokey Pokey Anonymous- a place to turn myself around.
No, no, no I'm not leaving. It's hard for me to write because I can hardly see due to a honking huge contusion under my left eye (my one good eye BTW) sustained when I walked into a clothesline. My left eye is puffed up from underneath and has pretty much cut off my lower field of vision. My brother restrung the clothesline and neglected to tell me had actually done something useful. So when I went out to hang clothes, I presumed the line was in the same place and well you know the rest.
Today I'm cleaning the mental inbox, so welcome to the completely random me. Enter my brain at your own risk.
1. As I have stated in the past, I have long hair and rather long beard. They both have a huge share of gray in them, some may say white. As I was walking into my local Wal-Mart, a gentleman walking past me said, 'Wassup, Moses?". I may have actually answered him. So you may call me Moses if you wish.
2. When my minibar sentence mentioned only one testimonial, I was just kidding. I didn't know of the others because I never looked and I had not clicked the testimonial button on my profile. I have since read them and I want to say from the bottom of my heart I appreciate the kindness of your words very very much. It means a lot (heaving sobs).
3. This will be the only statement I ever make about religion. After this no more. I am a believer in a higher power. I'm not religious however. I have faith which is by definition belief in things not seen. Religion is an essentially corrupt business specifically designed to exploit faith for financial gain.
I also do not question and will not judge choices others make for themselves. It is not my place. In that sense, as I reject the phrase secular humanist as trite and inaccurate, I refer to myself as a cultural humanist. Basically, to each his own.
4. I've realized that I no longer know how to talk to guys. My friends list has 2 males on it. And as far as friends list goes, I like the size of mine because its manageable and I feel more comfortable that I know who is there. Will it get larger? I hope so. Much larger? I don't know. I do know that I love the quality of the people on it.
5. VonGeek is simply one of the sweetest people anywhere. Anytime, anyplace. I adore her.
My eye is starting to hurt...excuse me for a minute
That's better, but I realize that I'm done. If you've stayed this long, you're in sad need of a life.
"Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, and half shut afterwards" - Benjamin Franklin
I'm off to Hokey Pokey Anonymous- a place to turn myself around.
Today's lesson is mighty important remember:
"Bullwinkle is a dope....
Not that lesson...this lesson...."
Welcome to Dr. Suispud1's Terrible 3 Part Blog
I have three questions that ask you to delve back into your childhoods. To be sure, none of you will need to delve back that far.
1. What is your favorite childhood memory? It can be anything (a favorite smell, TV show, a childhood pal whatever)
2. What is your favorite urban legend? OK. maybe this is not quite a childhood thing, but it's my blog and I make the rules. After all I'm awesome.
3. What cliche did your parents use to get you to do something or to stop doing something? (I got threatened with having my mouth washed out with soap on several occasions for bad language. It actually happened with my little brother. Once. Good times. Couldn't get the taste of Dial out of his mouth for days. I still laugh.)
On a personal note, I'm going to try to stop swearing quite so much. Fuck shit I'm gonna miss it.
May the farce be with you. And remember, hyperbole is the best thing ever
"Bullwinkle is a dope....
Not that lesson...this lesson...."
Welcome to Dr. Suispud1's Terrible 3 Part Blog
I have three questions that ask you to delve back into your childhoods. To be sure, none of you will need to delve back that far.
1. What is your favorite childhood memory? It can be anything (a favorite smell, TV show, a childhood pal whatever)
2. What is your favorite urban legend? OK. maybe this is not quite a childhood thing, but it's my blog and I make the rules. After all I'm awesome.
3. What cliche did your parents use to get you to do something or to stop doing something? (I got threatened with having my mouth washed out with soap on several occasions for bad language. It actually happened with my little brother. Once. Good times. Couldn't get the taste of Dial out of his mouth for days. I still laugh.)
On a personal note, I'm going to try to stop swearing quite so much. Fuck shit I'm gonna miss it.
May the farce be with you. And remember, hyperbole is the best thing ever
All right, all right, all right already. Enough is enough. I've had it. You've finally convinced me. You've worn me down and I can't take it anymore.
You're right. I'm pretty fucking awesome.
I love being me. I can't pass a mirror. I can't wait until tomorrow because I get better looking every day.
There's no one sweeter. Or nicer. Or more modest.
TFPA
(WHAT???? IT'S NOT APRIL 1ST??? FUCK!!!!)
TFPAA
Are they playing your song? And what exactly is 'your song?
You're right. I'm pretty fucking awesome.
I love being me. I can't pass a mirror. I can't wait until tomorrow because I get better looking every day.
There's no one sweeter. Or nicer. Or more modest.
TFPA
(WHAT???? IT'S NOT APRIL 1ST??? FUCK!!!!)
TFPAA
Are they playing your song? And what exactly is 'your song?
