wow.. i was a tad bit angry last posting...
but at elast i was being honest.. it's always weird reading the words you have written.... it's liek reading anovel and you sit ther ewith our head tilted to the side wondering, where did this emotion come from. who's teh writer.. the CLICK.. you brain takes back over and goes "you ya dork".. ohh...
well x-mas wasnt nearly as bad as i thought it was going to be.. it still hurts knowing i cannot see my daughter just yet.. just a month more to go.. and i'll be there to stay.. or until i get snached again to go [arade around in my uniform acting like im "the shit".... greeaat... yeah well ummm how about no..
i finally met a girl i can really get along with... and her best friend is even better.. they have no inhibitions.. and they have such an innocence in their eyes, it makes apart of me feel like a blender.. swirlign around with their every laugh...
it's been an while... it definatley feels good to not be bitter or or sit there and tilt my head with this distorted look of annoyance on my face when someone speaks...
definatley feels good...
i got my car payment due in a few days... i really hate how slow the mail and people are during the holidays.. i really want this guy to pay me...
i "adopted" a new truck the other day... it's more of a charity job then anythign else.. but there's this weird feeling stirring in my chest and teh back of my head... the way he speaks to me while im doing the work on it (and 83 K5 blazer ohh hehehe) oh how good the workmanship is on "my" vehicles... im like "it's yoru truck" and he's always delayed on the "i know".... wher eis he going with this.. it (somedays) feels like.. im getting a free truck out of the deal.. why pay me... he sold me one when i was 16 for a dollar... it was a nice truck.. it took alot to kill the bastard... and that happened loong after i made 3999 profit off of it.. well that's a diffrent story..
hmm the more i talk to peopel now the more i analyse everything... the more i realize... nothign really is predictable.. there's always a chance... that somethign may happen.. but the "X" factor in life.. keeps me interested.. i swear I will be the old man on the park bench staring into traffic tryign to figure out the algorithm for predictable car accidents... who slowly goes insane from smelling the exaust fuems, perfume, and bird crap floating in the air....
i think im done tonight.. i will see you all soon...
dont have too much fun without me.. if so.. send pictures wooo.>!
but at elast i was being honest.. it's always weird reading the words you have written.... it's liek reading anovel and you sit ther ewith our head tilted to the side wondering, where did this emotion come from. who's teh writer.. the CLICK.. you brain takes back over and goes "you ya dork".. ohh...
well x-mas wasnt nearly as bad as i thought it was going to be.. it still hurts knowing i cannot see my daughter just yet.. just a month more to go.. and i'll be there to stay.. or until i get snached again to go [arade around in my uniform acting like im "the shit".... greeaat... yeah well ummm how about no..
i finally met a girl i can really get along with... and her best friend is even better.. they have no inhibitions.. and they have such an innocence in their eyes, it makes apart of me feel like a blender.. swirlign around with their every laugh...
it's been an while... it definatley feels good to not be bitter or or sit there and tilt my head with this distorted look of annoyance on my face when someone speaks...
definatley feels good...
i got my car payment due in a few days... i really hate how slow the mail and people are during the holidays.. i really want this guy to pay me...
i "adopted" a new truck the other day... it's more of a charity job then anythign else.. but there's this weird feeling stirring in my chest and teh back of my head... the way he speaks to me while im doing the work on it (and 83 K5 blazer ohh hehehe) oh how good the workmanship is on "my" vehicles... im like "it's yoru truck" and he's always delayed on the "i know".... wher eis he going with this.. it (somedays) feels like.. im getting a free truck out of the deal.. why pay me... he sold me one when i was 16 for a dollar... it was a nice truck.. it took alot to kill the bastard... and that happened loong after i made 3999 profit off of it.. well that's a diffrent story..
hmm the more i talk to peopel now the more i analyse everything... the more i realize... nothign really is predictable.. there's always a chance... that somethign may happen.. but the "X" factor in life.. keeps me interested.. i swear I will be the old man on the park bench staring into traffic tryign to figure out the algorithm for predictable car accidents... who slowly goes insane from smelling the exaust fuems, perfume, and bird crap floating in the air....
i think im done tonight.. i will see you all soon...
dont have too much fun without me.. if so.. send pictures wooo.>!
i'm here until the 2nd... not long enough at all
[Edited on Dec 26, 2004 3:40PM]