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| Sunday, December 6th, 2009 | | 8:15 pm |
| | Saturday, November 28th, 2009 | | 1:52 am |
favorite phrase whilst talking to a battle hardened marine: "not a fan of dancing around the bullshit. Put me in the suck and let me off my chain" | | Friday, November 20th, 2009 | | 12:15 pm |
16 days left. come on world, don't shit on my escape. | | Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 | | 9:05 am |
hahaha. My most recent ex last night asked the reason why we broke up. She was concerned it was because of her bitchiness, emotional inaccessability, or because she was boring, etc. For some reason I didn't want to say boring and her lack of emotions, but there was more to it. "It was not the bitchiness at all. that was exciting. the reason I broke up with you is in part because I would go to parties with strange new people, where you didn't want to go, and I felt alone. It got to me, because doing new things and meeting new people is really part of me. Beyond that it was because of a little bit of inaccessability. Sometimes it was fun but the emotional retarded bothered me sometimes. Then there's the little things, like ever wanting kids, but that rarely bothered me in the now sense. I still think you're beautiful and amazing. But it seems we want different things in life. And that's not your fault. You didn't get asked out by a guy who was going into the marines. that ponders tattoos, kids, and strange adventures. It's not what you signed up for." Once she got that answer, she accepted it rather quickly and said that even though she was pretty sure we wouldn't work out in the long run, I was too good of a thing to pass up. Then she pulled a Houdini routine from high school and said she had to go to bed. At 10:30. I highly doubt it unless she there was a man there too. Which, from recent talks I highly doubt that. | | Tuesday, November 17th, 2009 | | 1:29 pm |
Ubi bene, ibi patria -"Where one feels good, there is one's country." Homo homini lupus est. -"Man is a wolf to man." Ulula cum lupis, cum quibus esse cupis. -"Who keeps company with wolves, will learn to howl." | | 11:20 am |
There's always a downside when sleeping with a girl that may potentially stalk you. Always have an alibi, make sure that your future escapades involve the frequent use of flak jackets, and never lie to them about there being a future. It comes in handy in court, from what my lawyer-ing compatriots say. But, while it lasts, enjoy the crazy girl. Because the more batshit they are, the better they are in bed. And wow, the crazy shit they will do. But on a serious note, something eerily similar to this is happening to me. Not stalking persay. Moreover a girl who is in qualms with her life situation and so I am a vacation from those troubles. penisly speaking. I've made it very apparent about the lack of any future between us ( going of to the military works wonders, even though I didn't plan on using boot as such. It just comes in handy). In my defense, thin paper it will be, she is a very sexual girl. She has no concerns about me as much as she is in a pickle with her friend that she's emotionally close to, that has no way/shape/form to date her, but just spends his time crying and confusing her. I'm not saving her from that, or trying to teach her, mold her, or give her anything other than a good time. but after one day, she's already showing 'danger' signs. Calling me dear, or hun. She already flipped out about it once and tried to press the caring thing.. About not just having sex with friends. haha. Bold and cold statements later, she realized her plight. She still got upset about how she never finds a good guy. She's already been married. All relationships end. Marriage ends in either death or divorce. So either you stay it out, or boot the guy. The alternative is poisoning his meals, but still. Being upset about dating another bad person is like being upset that you ate your lunch. It either goes unused, or it goes away. Maybe that analogy only works because I'm hungry. But if dating someone was drinking a glass, you can sip on it, but eventually the bar is going to close (you die). Drink it and enjoy it. and when it's empty you can reminisce with the glass about good times you've had. Don't get mad and throw it down and regret ever drinking it. Just because there are better drinks out there. This one was there, in front of you. And tasty. Perhaps cheap. But either spend the time getting another drink from the bartender, or enjoy yours. And if you're really smooth, you order another drink and do your best to finish your drink before the other one comes.... Or what I do, is have a few lined up, so you're never empty... huh. haha. And it's better than being bored? | | Saturday, November 7th, 2009 | | 8:59 pm |
| | Thursday, November 5th, 2009 | | 11:42 am |
Happy Guy Fawkes day
After talking to another off kilter woman, (surprised? not so much, I know) who said to me that she wanted to have a firm basis of a friendship before she even considered dating someone, I realized something. If I take away the attractive properties from some girls I've wanted to date, aka considering them merely "friends", then.... I wouldn't really want to hang out with them. Sounds rotten, right? It's just that with some girls I don't find them interesting as people perhaps. When they're too irrational and the problems they concern themselves with are insanely simple, and they have firm held beliefs that a 4th grader can reason out of, I have trouble. So, in some sick perversion, that creature of nonsense is correct. I should observe a person as if I were to never do anything with them, are they still interesting. That's why I have so few friends that are guys. haha. | | Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 | | 1:10 am |
Writer's Block: Last supper
I would commit a some robberies, besides a few gas stations, knock over a jewelry store, liquor store, and drug store. Use all the money from that night (oh, I would start early) on various bars, buying everybody rounds, maxing out my credit cards and spending the stolen money and giving liqour away to parties. I would make sure everybody knew my name. And every beautiful or even homely girl I would give a ring to and tell her how perfect she is. My last supper would be a breakfast, promptly before the sun rose up. It would have everything able to be made breakfast as breakfast, in which I would eat stark naked, vacating the best hotel lobby with my relaxed naked ass enjoying said breakfast. Why you asked? Because everybody's wanted to pull off a heist, buy rounds at drinks, give girls rings, and eat breakfast naked. I may as well do it all and make people jealous of my dead ass. | | Monday, November 2nd, 2009 | | 12:03 pm |
Today I had to jump on my dirtbike as my primary vehicle because my car's gas tank went all sorts of fucked up. Now, without the radio, and in the freezing cold which soon turned into a downpour, I was to meet the tow truck at firestone to drop the keys off and talk to the clerks. I'm cold, and wet, and passing cars going down wealthy and lake (oh, the wonders of having a very narrow profile) that were going slower than me in the inclimate weather. I remembered the lines of a character from the movie "avatar" coming out this December. The character said he became a marine for the hardship. To be able to pass any test a man can pass. I never got what it meant until I was riding through the rain, cold as hell, thinking that most people wouldn't have even dared go this far. How many people would have given up, or called a friend to drive them, or somehow make it easier and pain free. Then I remembered a few years ago. We had to clear out an area for part of my camp, over 100 pine trees ranging from 7-15 feet tall were cut down, and we were told to stack them down this hill. When we were halfway done moving the trees, a wood chipper arrived, and we were told that the trees had to go into the wood chipper. What made it interesting is that all the chips were supposed to be where we moved the trees to. And we were running out of time. So the chipper was turned on, and the guys who brought the chipper were tossing the trees we hadn't moved into the chipper, while my team was going to the ones in the path of fire to bring the trees to be mulched. Often we were walking back and would be hit by the same trees we brought up to be shredded. But we didn't complain, and in some sick way we enjoyed doing it because few would. That's the shit that makes me smile. I may not be the strongest, the fastest, the smartest, or the best at anything. But give me a challenge and I will do my best to achieve it. That's why I run faster when it's raining, cold, and shitty. That's why I smile when people bitch about how much they hate Michigan. I'll swim in frigid weather, I'll camp below zero, I'll sweat the hottest days in a tent, and hump a fucking pack for 16 miles a day. And I like that kind of hell. (maybe that's why I don't mind the idea of marriage or kids either. haha) So, now I have a solid concise reason why I'm joining the USMC. Because it's the challenges and hell that make me smile. It's the hard days and short nights. It's the ability to know how to get the tools to get the job done, the fervor to complete any task put forth, and the courage to accept them. This shit isn't anything at all. I live for this shit. I eat this shit for breakfast. | | Sunday, November 1st, 2009 | | 3:16 am |
I know, I'm a weakass. I put my prof' pic on 'fb to my fire breathing picture. And found a comment that a friend that died that summer left me. Dammit. | | Friday, October 30th, 2009 | | 2:27 pm |
maybe that's my problem. I don't kiss asses and shake hands. When I sit and relax at some venue I don't go up and greet every face I know. I don't mean to be disrespectful, but unless I have something to say besides I know them I don't. Hollow greetings are not my forte. If I acknowledge, it's to join in festivities. Intrigued and always enjoying said presence. I don't know if that's wrong or right. But when I don't it's a secret love to observe someone without their knowing. Maybe that's why I want to go into military intelligence. I could never do it as a hobby, besides circumstance. Granted, I have done it to flirt with a girl, but even that wanes. it's what my father taught me. be able to spot without being spotted. Shake hands where you have need, but besides that don't be showy all the time. You lose the ability to disappear. | | Thursday, October 29th, 2009 | | 4:16 pm |
Dear canada, You know who's better than you? The bahama's. The exchange rate is better, they have prettier money, and people willingly vacation to the bahama's. Stop putting your money in my roll of quarters I get to do laundry. Laundromats hate your coins too. Oh, and apparently coyotes hate canadians as well. http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/Music/10/29/canada.singer.killed/index.html?eref=igoogle_cnnBecause seriously, who gets killed by coyotes? I know there's new breeds of coyote-wolves coming out, but being attacked by coyotes? The news says it was 2 coyotes. Granted, it sounds like she was a small girl. damn. That's a new one. Her music isn't that bad. | | Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 | | 7:28 pm |
I've lol'd my lol until my lol fell off over the last couple lol's. Then, all lol I lol'd and lol'd. It was really lol. Thankfully, I got to get some pretty lol good lol at lol. I was still lol from lol'ing that I went to lol to lol myself another lol. It was pretty lol good. I was asked to lol lol. I lol I knew where lol was. lol lol lol. then, lol lol lol. After lol, lol was there so we lol'd our lol lol's off. The new lol was an lol. He lol'd the lol out of loly. What lol. I mean lol. It was only an hour and a half of lol. So it wasn't that lol. Just the lol in lol was loling a lol lol, because he wants to lol and loly was a lol in lol. Eh, he just lols his lol. I lol down and ate some chocolaty lol at lol's. It was rather lol. Current Mood:  determined | | 8:57 am |
I may have said this before. I know not.
Is longing for that person that goes right to the brink. Letting go of the steering wheel and smiles. Can you relax and stretch as the plane goes down? Can you be with me until the brink. Don't flinch at life. Breathe sulfur and roar flames? Dare to walk to the edge, push farther and not take a cent less. So close. Can you love a tragedy? Can you sail a sinking ship? humans are plagued with the inability to dance to someone elses beat. and all of a sudden, we woke up in a desert of deserts. and the most engaging activity was twiddling thumbs. boring became monotonous. | | Monday, October 19th, 2009 | | 8:36 am |
More proof I am their god
I say odd exchanges from other cultures. The most prime examples are howdy and aloha. People it seems have started to pull out words from their lexicon to compete with my variety. I change people, in sometimes the most subtle ways. Made out with a girl at a party. She was kind of dull, even when slightly intoxicated, and very defensive of her repulsive friend that was her driver to said party. With her general attributes and non-impressive IQ, she shouldn't have been playing hard to get. She was already playing hard to want. | | Sunday, October 18th, 2009 | | 12:59 pm |
It's not that original, or different. But it's stuck in my head. On a sidebar, It's one of my demented life goals to create something better than a toilet. For fucks sake. | | Saturday, October 17th, 2009 | | 2:27 am |
bad men are out there, Generally, sadly, that's the case. That's why (poetically) you carry brass knuckles and mace. She carries malice in her heart that will never cease to be. that in itself is beautiful and good enough for me. She says "A malice in my heart, and a mace in my right hand. I'm a bitter bitch." | | Friday, October 16th, 2009 | | 1:23 am |
And it was at this point that the firetruck itself caught fire.
So, found out during my driving around town tonight two very crucial things: 1) That one of the few girls left that will tell me that they will sleep with me MAY have recently gotten an std (which puts me in the clear, but not re-entering her pants until renovations have concluded) & 2)My brakes went out. With all that, it was a pretty good night, and I'm in a damn fine mood. Go figure. | | Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 | | 9:22 am |
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