This was the day before Angies birthday. I originally wasn't going to come out for this. Although I really really did want to go see her and be there for her birthday, my funds were pretty short and it wasn't a very good idea to take any more time off work, or buy a plane ticket,... Read More
Here's pictures of when me and Angie went and saw Fishbone which I talked about in my previous journal. If you've never seen Fishbone live you do NOT know what you're missing. They are the most awesome band to see live since the swing bands of the 1940s. If you ever get a chance to see them, Do it!
This is a continuation of my last journal, which is a huge entry with a buttload of really kick ass pictures. These ones were taken on April 21st:
I'd never been next to someone that I loved who had as much on their mind and was as anxious as she was that day. Of course I wasn't sure how she'd act but not only... Read More
Last journal entry I said that I was going to post all of the pictures I've taken with my phone in one entry. Instead I decided to break it up into days.
These are from April 19th. Click to view them supersized (and by super sized I mean 3072x2304 (the previews here are 400x300))
For those of you who go into chat you know that I have a PC in my car along with mobile broadband internet and when I'm driving to and from work I usually go into chat and start up Driving Cam. Tonight I was driving to work and needed some food. I stopped off at the Albertsons grocery store by my work and when I... Read More
I hurt. Really bad. You don't even wanna know what I just threw up. I couldn't tell you anyway. But on the plus side, when I lay down in my sleeping bag, my fuckin' body pumps out the BTU's. It feels like my body is over 105deg F. (40.5C). God do I love being warm.
Ya know. Kindo sucks when you realize that your objectives, no matter how efficient and well thought out they be, have no effective audience anymore (including yourself) don't it? Spose in that event it's time to move on to a new audience ain't it?
P.S. This journal is just a random babbling of thoughts.
i think i see where you're going with this. My only question is, who's buying the first round? Sorry, one track mind... I need a night out damnit, and everytime something cool happens... I end up working. This is fucking lame. How is you?
I've decided that from here on out I'm going to comment on every journal I read, which I don't have anything to say in response, with a beppos rockin journal scale of awesomeness: of 1-10. Just to let you know that I've read it.
