I was just gonna wait till i got back to update but i thought well; it's been a long time. I tried to last night actually but it didn't go through.
So lets see if I cna partially recreate what I put down last night.
Right now I'm typing from Sacramento from my uncles house chillin with his dalmation. Lance.
I came up here yesterday morning with the parental figures at 3:30. I haven't been up that early in years. I've been up that late but not that early. It's funny how that works. One way it's "Igot up at" the other way it's "I stayed up till".
I think I have adult a.d.d. . Wait what was I saying?
So last night thanksgiving was good. We ate at my uncs girlfriends house. I had never met her family before. Right off the bat what I heard was from her brother " Yah my dad was in World war 2 and I was in Vietnam". Then the older guys all started talking about landing airplanes on certain airfields and how this one on Catalina island was tricky. "how the fuck did they all know about that one airport?" I was like umm yeah " I don't think I'll have to much conversation with these guys". It was all good though; i conversated a little; listened to stories. I talked to one of the guys about Martial Arts and women and such. I guess my point is that the awkwardness was funny. I haven't been to a larger family gathering in a while.
Last night when I came in here to update, my uncle was right next to me using his H.a.m. radio. I was like "yah, I'm just gonna use your computer a little " So I came on here and tried to log in all fast just to cut out the preview of the nude ladies. It's just kinda weird when youu haven't seen your uncle in a long time and then you use his computer to go on a partial porn site: and when he's in the same room. Ha haa but he caught out of the corner of his eye and was like" what the hell is that". I lauged; "oh it's like an online community with nude models". He told my mom today " your son was on some weird website last night" . Good shit , good shit.
So I'm going back over to the same place tonight and hang with the war veterans. Tell them my stories about dragging myself through the bombed out trenches of modern day society.
So yah; check out my favorite artist. He's a tattooer and and a painter. I like his piece titled "force" a lot
POOCH
Drop it like its hot~
So lets see if I cna partially recreate what I put down last night.
Right now I'm typing from Sacramento from my uncles house chillin with his dalmation. Lance.
I came up here yesterday morning with the parental figures at 3:30. I haven't been up that early in years. I've been up that late but not that early. It's funny how that works. One way it's "Igot up at" the other way it's "I stayed up till".
I think I have adult a.d.d. . Wait what was I saying?
So last night thanksgiving was good. We ate at my uncs girlfriends house. I had never met her family before. Right off the bat what I heard was from her brother " Yah my dad was in World war 2 and I was in Vietnam". Then the older guys all started talking about landing airplanes on certain airfields and how this one on Catalina island was tricky. "how the fuck did they all know about that one airport?" I was like umm yeah " I don't think I'll have to much conversation with these guys". It was all good though; i conversated a little; listened to stories. I talked to one of the guys about Martial Arts and women and such. I guess my point is that the awkwardness was funny. I haven't been to a larger family gathering in a while.
Last night when I came in here to update, my uncle was right next to me using his H.a.m. radio. I was like "yah, I'm just gonna use your computer a little " So I came on here and tried to log in all fast just to cut out the preview of the nude ladies. It's just kinda weird when youu haven't seen your uncle in a long time and then you use his computer to go on a partial porn site: and when he's in the same room. Ha haa but he caught out of the corner of his eye and was like" what the hell is that". I lauged; "oh it's like an online community with nude models". He told my mom today " your son was on some weird website last night" . Good shit , good shit.
So I'm going back over to the same place tonight and hang with the war veterans. Tell them my stories about dragging myself through the bombed out trenches of modern day society.
So yah; check out my favorite artist. He's a tattooer and and a painter. I like his piece titled "force" a lot
POOCH
Drop it like its hot~
[Edited on Dec 02, 2003 7:23PM]