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| hmmm |
| 05.21.04 (7:53 am) [edit] |
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:( :x :shock: :idea: funny thing happened the other day. i mentioned to my red machine that i have a blog. well in the course of explaining the word since many english speakers don't know the word she stopped me and then proceeded to ask a million questions on it like, why didn't i know this before etc etc. she's pretty demanding but strangely i like em that way. but after she read it she wasn't too happy. well on the positive side of things i did read the entries to her. i enjoy reading to her although i don't think she enjoys it as much. o well. i just started my dishwasher for the first time since i've been in my apt and it smells like sulfur. maybe i'll have to run it more than once a month. today's be interesting. while i was cutting my hair i messed up and grabbed the wrong toothbrush to clean the clippers out with. but on the positive side i noticed before i had really soiled my good toothbrush. so it's probably not wise to kiss me at the moment but then again i have to save that kiss for my red machine. she wasn't too hppy after she read my blog. can't blame her but what can i say or do? cease to write? then i would have everything bottled inside and be ready to explode again. i've cut back on biking which isn't good but i'll have to start back soon. got a new job and will ride my bike there unless it is raining and even then i might consider riding. i got a good lock and i will keep it well oiled. just have to find a place to lock it up at and hope no one flattens my tires. or decided to cut the lock and walk off with it. the only problem is the 11 pm ride back home. there aren't any bad neighborhoods just i don't have a light for my bike. maybe i'll get a flashlight of sorts. i'm looking to purchase something big in a few months just hope my red machine is supportive of it. she seems so so far. well i'm off to an orientation and then to make the long drive to my parents' home. will be there for the weekend...
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| wondering |
| 05.19.04 (6:16 pm) [edit] |
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:evil: :twisted: :roll: i feel like driving my car off a cliff right now. actually i woke up sorta strangely feeling like death. or a bad something would happen. so i sit and await that something bad. sadly my upset red machine decided to go out drinking after being in an upset mood. i hate it when she drinks like that but what can i do. it seems like the times are becoming more and more frequent. sometimes i worry about her being a fish. feels like she creates a reason to down the heavy drinks. maybe i'm wrong, but what can i do? i try to express my sentiments on it and get about as far as the stop sign on the corner goes everyday. maybe he goes further. so the solution to the problem? i don't haveone because i don't want to discard my red machine just yet. hopefully never. so the best thing i can do at the moment seems to be sleep my life away. sounds good by me :)
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| crapella |
| 05.18.04 (4:34 pm) [edit] |
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:cry: sometimes i get sad when i think of my big red machine. why do i want her so much but can't have her as much as i want her? je veux une panacea de qq sorte mais je ne sais pas où je le trouve. dans la mort, non parce qu'elle ne me suit pas dans la mort, elle me suit un peu dans la vie. si ça c'est vrai pourquoi est-ce que je penserais autrement? parce que je suis fou. bien un fou, toujours un genie. maybe i should develop a philosophy that will stand the test of time. but wait, it does. we do bizarre things for no apparent reason without knowing why. sometimes i wish i could have changed some of the things in the past. i think one would is to hold on to the thing i was born with to give it to that someone special. as a gift of life. all i can give now is a worn out frame that was at one time brand new. yep the bug has infected me well...
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| one of those days |
| 05.17.04 (9:18 pm) [edit] |
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:roll: :oops: one of those days again. not too many events happened. talked to my baby, today i don't know what happened. we were talking and i asked her to turn down her music some because i didn't like it. she interpretted as turn your music off, then proceeded to show who wears the pants for 15 minutes. i never said turn the music off. cds flying everywhere and me about ready to walk away. but walking away wasn't the great idea of the moment. sometimes i feel like distance is the major impedance in it all. other than that i really want her although there's a close tie for first her. her or my bike. because one does one thing the other does another thing. so they can't be compared. the rewards of one and the rewards of the other. incomparable. life, play in the dirt dragged through the dirt...
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| say it ain't so |
| 05.15.04 (10:26 pm) [edit] |
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:roll: :evil: :twisted: :D :?: :idea: :cry: :P ok looks like i went happy picking faces but it's my mood at the moment but to be honest the faces are lacking i need about 300 others. all because of one individual. what happens when you meet the point where you get so frustrated with something then you want it so much the next moment? what if you know that something had the potential to be the most dangerous thing you've ever known? more dangerous than the weapons used in killings. more dangerous than the speed from your dragster. more dangerous than the sharpest knife. what if you know this thing would probably mean your end? but without it you would meet your end as well. what if it turns you every which way but loose and then leaves you hurt begging for more? shuffle your feet and you lose your seat. inescapable even if one tried but once escaped there is a potential to be broken. crap, broken either way i go. busted ribs, bruised tailbones...
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| here...somewheres |
| 05.14.04 (9:01 am) [edit] |
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sorry i haven't been around. been packing and unpacking and relocating. hope all is well out there. i'm back i think once i find a JOB
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| hooked |
| 04.26.04 (3:28 am) [edit] |
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well as you all know i haven't been around much due to one thing, a wonderful crafty woman. not sure what got me out of the slum but somehow or another she did. the world outside of our world i think no longer exists. i've fallen into the pit of crap somedays i think. :cry:
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| reddish-pink hole |
| 04.23.04 (11:57 am) [edit] |
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:cry: there are times in life when you get ahold of something that is potentially bad for you and other times when you get ahold of something that's good for you while sometimes being cajoled into a certain chemin of thinking with the potholes and what not that comes along with this chemin and you in your wagon with the non-pneumo iron hoop wheels. so what do you do when you get on the chemin that might lead to doom and destruction. best thing to do is ride the wagon and see where it's going to fail. if it ffails before you are ready to hoild on then you end up broken, if not then you might walk away with minimal damages. so what if you escape unharmed? what is life without its ups and downs? what is happiness without it's nemesis of sadness? can we appreciate ice cream if it didn't give us the brainfreeze from eating it too fast? any the sunny days with out the rain? maybe it depends on what you enjoy. i enjoy the rain so sunny day aren't that great...
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| elle se prend pour une autre |
| 04.18.04 (12:01 pm) [edit] |
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:x so i have my moments of anti-female sentiments. recently i'm having moments of anti-portuguese maybe because the populice is boosting me up to vote against them. once burnt, twice burnt and maybe a possible thrice burnt coming. if life could be simple then there would not be a need to build walls. there would not be a need for weapons and there would not be a need for tissues. gold would probably be a valueless thing seeing how the most valuable is the ability to trust another and to be honest and frank would be the most valuable things of them all. so what can one do in a worl where h doesn't belong? what sort of exchange does he use in order to interact with that world? and the sentiments grow not only from one bad seed but from a 3 out of 3 percentage working against him it's not good. what does one do?...
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| freedom |
| 04.16.04 (9:16 pm) [edit] |
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:shock: what's the news here? lots of news. i'm taking on a new personality because of one person. one, i've bought a digital camera. maybe some day i'll learn to work this and put some ugly mugs up to scare the rest of the ppl off with, major purchase for me, i downloaded msn messenger also. another major move for me because A) my workhorse computer didn't like the old version and still doesn't like the new version of it. talk about crash city. B) on my gaming computer which was set up for gaming only but now has a firewall, skype, winzip, and a few other bogus programs that are weighing down my slim trim machine. my sleeping pattern has changed because everytime when i am about to sleep she wakens me, i've bought alot of new music lately. o well. maybe it's a change for the better. :roll:
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| world of photography |
| 04.14.04 (4:36 am) [edit] |
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:shock: it is amazing the number of people around the world that don't like taking pictures that are at the same time very beautiful people. maybe even more beautiful and attractive than the most attractive person known. besides beauty being in the eye of the beholder and it not going past skin deep. i am taking of just simple physical beauty. the traits that are universally desirable. but at the same time different people have different ideas on what is beautiful and what is not. at the same time i think many people also reject that which they find desirable in a fear of rejection among peers. for example why is the pencil thin model usually accepted by american and european males more times than the well proportioned model? pencil thin is definitely not the most fertile of the two. yet there are examples of those pencil thin models that have surgery done to enhance their features to give thm a more fertile looks, like the lips are injected with fat. some of them look pretty doggone doggish like that too. maybe like the rearside of a dog if the homosexual dog gets ahold of him. well just remember next time you ask for a photo and the person didn't have one, that person might be really attractive and just never takes pictures...
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| les sites du cul |
| 04.12.04 (6:56 pm) [edit] |
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:cry: today went well. until i downloaded something i shouldn't have. well i'm happy i did but at the same time it made me aware of too many faults with my system. while looking at les sites du cul i encountered the problem of too small of a monitor, lots of scrolling or maybe trop de cul on the monitor. ok i can live with that just choose les culs qui sont moins grands. so with that said i'm beginning to change my taste some instead of the full sized mares i like i'm taking to shetland ponies. only bad thing of shetland ponies is they lack meat. so with that said and me missing my big slabs of meat, 100% horse, i ran across another problem. téléchargé le skype, and my computer treats it like msn. there are some programs the arrogant little rascal just doesn't like and as i thought skype would be one of them. but that's ok. for some reason mon ordi est comme les filles que j'aime, pompous, arrogant, high strung but i have no complaint in that nature. so ma machine de cul isn't anything special. i'll probably cause some laughter when i label the specs but when new it was the top of the line. the specs are: pentium III 450 Mhz (i think it is the first build of these before the socket change), now it has 256 Mb of RAM pc133 but was 64 MB of pc100, hitachi 2500 dvd-rom drive and a memorex 48x 24x 48x 16x burner dvd-rom combo with superdisk and 10 Gb of disque dur. the graphics card is good enough to play freecell and screamer 2 but movie play i have to shut down everything in order to have a smooth running dvd.there's a 10/100 ethernet adapter with a decent modem that's not even v.90 nor v.92 technology. but it's sorta like my baby. with a 15 inch monitor. my new one is a little bit faster. shoot i havethe time i'll describe it. it's more like me i think. doesn't shake too often. o yeah the original i am still running broken windows 98 FE. so the new one is an AMD athlon XP 2800+ barton with an xfx A24flh motherboard with an XFX graphics card. geforce fx 5900 xt, 2 sticks of crucial 512 Mb of RAM pc2700, sony 48x24x48x16x burner dvd-rom combo, ahanix floppy, 120Gb of western digital 7200 rpm. very nice piece of equipment, now just need to find me a beefy compliment for myself like that, then who needs the monitor when i have two half gone eyes...
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| cheating part 2 |
| 04.08.04 (1:03 pm) [edit] |
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:shock: :x as promised i'll start on what i understand on the other sex. the backward of the two. yeah yeah yeah whatever this is my opinion :P so what causes them to cheat? well first we have to understand some of the basics and i know alot of people will disagree with what i have to say but o well... as we know the male is a hunter needs quick instincts. so what is it the female needs? primally she is/was set up to cope with children besides that gathering. gathering doesn't require much fight or flight processing so as she evolved she lost most of this type of reasoning to pick up the conversation. so in the conversation she can gather information on the berries nuts and fruits and legumes she picks up to see if they will kill or make extremely ill. so by talking to other females she gathers this and different ways to prepare such foods along with what is the best way to deal with baby and etc. emotional bonding grows also inplace of the lost reasoning so you have an attachment to baby and what not. ok so we have a family oriented carebear here that is building which isn't bad, better than a hunter. we might have more cannibals if she wasn't. so with carebear lady she wants to have a better position in the tribe and the two main things that state that is th more powerful male which according to some old tribal traditions was the better hung guy and the guy with the most wealth, whether it is shells or cash money. now why does she choose another to cheat with is a great question. maybe the other has more of something the first doesn't have. so what does she want out of this person? maybe better genes for the offspring and satisfaction for both her and the offspring. a better hunter. he always catches something even if it is something terrible. with that said you ask where is the evidence. well i do have genitical evidence. well at least bio that leads to geno. women during climax with a partner that isn't her regular tends to have more and faster pulsations in her cervix leading to a higher amount of sperm that are permitted to enter in where as poor guy she is commited to gets fewer and slower pulsations out of the cervix. so you have the bio evidence there. as far as the social status, how many rich women like poor men? zero, how many poor women would rather have a rich man? a large number. there's nothing wrong with this, it's understandable. maybe one day i'll have myself a rich woman and can say rich women adore poor men but until then i'll keep with the argument of rich women hate poor men. so for the poor guys out there like myself, if you think about things we end up being more loyal to them anyhow because we save our best shot for them yet they still hold back for than johnny hippocket muledick out there. crappy if you ask me...
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| cheating part 1 |
| 04.08.04 (8:14 am) [edit] |
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:?: :x why does someone cheat in a relationship? a question that is seemingly simple yet can provoke so many different answers. to develop a panacea for the question is impossible but i'll do the usual and give you what i think. man cheats on his mate, why? depending on the situation he is probably acting out his naturalistic impulses. a girl appears with spread legs it takes alot to make the animal disappear and keep on walking, then when she applies the moves it takes even more to walk away. wait a minute let me back up and define cheating. to some people cheating can be something simple as hugging a member that the mate might find attractive to doing the actual act of sex with that person. i'll define it as the actual act of sex and not just masturbating while thinking about this person. you notice it doesn't take much for a guy so it is not always him that initiates the contact. yet at the same time it is usually guys going after girls. but did you know that being in a relationship changes the glow of the skin causing one to be more attractive. i mean it is not going to make a walking ugly stick into a pretty plant but it'll at least help out. so if you have potential partners falling all over your stud then it's probably due to you giving him the wonderful glow. one of the main points is if a guy is too pooped to pop then he'snot going to have much success, so leaving him in this state will lessen the chances he'll be popping around those unapproved characters. it also boils down to the communication differences between the two sexes although it would seem like a homosexual relationsip would be ideal but i really don't think homosexual brains process information as heterosexual brains do causing a gap to still be there within the communication. to a guy, sex is just like playing football. you score a touch down or a lay. a goal is a goal. both feel good and a missed opportunity sucks also. guys who are set up to be the hunters of the human pack, have to think quick with very little emotional clouding. think about it if years past caveman went hunting and thought about how the family of the animal would feel if he killed the animal to give to his family. i am sure the other part would kick in of if he came home emptyhanded once more, he would have an unhappy mate.. not a pleasant thing to go home to. so in order to avoid this punishment of the emptyhandedness after a long day of sitting in the mud and muck for this mate whom he thought the world of he decides to go home elsewhere where he might be better appreciated. well one things lead to another and he's in a predicament that is irreversible. he still has to go back to the one he loves, who somehow smells the foreign musk on him and blames him for rolling around all day instead of hunting so they could eat until he can say nothing except leave. so the pointof the story is, either way our savage man went he still got the short end of the stick. going home emptyhanded without having his stress reliever versus going home emptyhanded afterwards. i'd honestly pick the second choice because i know i would probably be in a better state of mind. what's the best thing for a guy to do before he goes on a date or take a test? masturbate. it clears the brain of male thoughts and for a few minutes there i swear you almost feel feminine. sex is the last thing on your mind instead of the first. pretty amazing how that happens. maybe next go around i'll take the female part of it. but also i'd like to add, keep in mind that while that sweetheart is away, the male produces less sperm than when sweetheart is near. for example sweetheart goes on a business trip, the male even when masturbating produces less sperm per shot versus when sweetheart and he are together. but it has to be the one with whom he holds the most interest. on that note. be prepared for number two...
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| end of the day remarks |
| 04.06.04 (8:28 pm) [edit] |
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after yesterday meeting with team members in a presentation that i had to do today, i realised that i'm not on the same level as most everyone else here at my school. simple things like the women we prefer are different. just because i don't want a twig nor a beanpole doesn't mean i'm radically different than the ordinary. does being a beanpole or twig really say that one is fertile? not at all. it signals that there might be trouble with providing for offspring. so when i see a meaty arse with meaty thighs i guess i become sprung because that is what really signifies fertility. another funny argument brought up by a fellow american. she yes a female was saying to me that "muslim" culturs are restrictive because they make their women wear the head covering. someone please give me the proper name for that. anyway it is not all and i don't really see how it is an opressive thing. you know one can commit a sin by thought word or deed and what better way to stop the thoughts which lead to the rest than hide the cause of the thought? it is like the fanatico-christians saying the best way to stop masturbation is to keep your mind on god and everytime you touch your self there say a prayer or something like that. how bogus! but it makes since i guess. if you think of zeus and lightening bolts then your hands wouldn't go down there for the normal functions anyhow. she was saying how the head covering made the women sex objects and baby factories. well let's see you have some bundled object that you guess is a woman, are you going to be thinking about sex when you see only her hands and feet? only if you have a hand and foot fetish which yeah i do like a nice set of hands but if that's all i see i'm not going to be thinking of babies or sex. just wondering who that is. ok so you havethe american culture in which this lady lives in that has preteens and worse wearing skimpy clothes. bellys, asses and tits hanging all over the place. what are the three most important places for fertility? belly which provides muscles to push and a fat reserve ass which is fat reserve and pelvic power for thrusting during sex, the same reason women like men with a supple arse, and breasts for milk production. if they are large (the american obession) then they are well fat for great milk production. geez this skimpy clothes wearing youngster is starting to sound like a dairy cow or piece of meat or something on the chopping block. so what does the male thing when he sees seams wanting to burst from the yeast infection tightness of those jeans on the girl in front of him in the checkout or the head covering wearing lady at the cash register? probably the exploding ass. he's just thinking about how he's going to peel those pants off without taking skin. but at the same time if everything wants to get out can anything get in? geez even in writing this i can't think straight. today while in the checkout a gal was in front of me with the cameltoe cutters on. and i must say even though i don't like blondes i did want to take her back to the store room to show her some merchandise in hopes of a sampling or three. she wasn't really that pretty either. did i care what her name was? no. did i care what her interests were? no. i was just wondering one thing, is that ass as smooth when it's not underpressure. shit i didn't even notice if she had panties on or not nor what color her eyes were. luckily i noticed she had blonde hair. of low quality. not a good sign. well there's your proof, woman with clothing on that shows off her goods is not much more than a baby factory to a guy...
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| emotions |
| 04.05.04 (7:12 am) [edit] |
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:shock: :idea: bingo i think i have the reason why being started to be put back in the shed is such a crappy thing to do. well the act of doing such in itself is crossing the line into lying. you have the action/intent satisfying your mate and then decieve him/her into believing that and end it all by saying no. it's lik hitting a brick wall and honestly if someone doesn't get knocked into themiddle of next week you better thank that person later on in life. there's a thing of intimacy there, a sharing of the deepest darkest fears and secrets for a connection physically and emotionally even spiritually. in the connection o the three parts, triangle being the strongest geometric shape in the universe, the displacement of that stable object can cause quite an upset. it's worse than questioning someone's belief system. maybe one has to have a well developped trinity in order to experience the idea. but in the same respect the location of one's values also is involved. being linked in a couple is more than being two individuals out for hook-ups and good times. it is a commitment even when it hurts and maybe also an attempt to understand that which is not accessible learn something about your self and your mate. don't forget to glance at march 31 post and put in a comment :roll: ...
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| prince of persia |
| 04.02.04 (8:03 am) [edit] |
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if you are looking for an interesting game i would suggest prince of persia. i'm slightly addicted to it seeing how i squandered about 2 hours just now staying in the same damned room getting my ass kicked. i am a poor video game played anyway. hand eye coordination is terrible. this is why i don't play ball sports nor anything that would require alot of that type of coordination. my gaming system consists of an xfx motherboard with nforce2 400 chipset mcp southbridge, xfx geforce fx 5900 xt with 128 MB and 256 bit performance, 1024 MB of pc2700 RAM, AMD athlon xp 2800+. right now everything is running stock speed and i must say it's faster than anything else i've seen. using a nyko airflo gamepad. it's a nice machine and maybe one day i'll crank it up full blast to see what i can get out of it. no problems as of yet with running games such as blocky graphics and pauses do to slow processing speed. enjoy the day...
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| power part 1 |
| 03.31.04 (4:40 pm) [edit] |
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:shock: :evil: :twisted: irony of irnoies. there are americans as bad off as the "fanatic" groups they try to combat. they trust too much in the media. well i have a concept question and if you are reading this i want you to post your little answer to the question because i want to compare apples with the rest of the fruits out there. the situation is you and your significant other ar together, your significant other spends some time in getting you sexed up then when the two of you are about to release the built up tension that's mounted from a nether region your significant other says "no, i have a headche...i don't want to do this" ok part one of the question: what do you do? part two: how do you feel? leave your answers in the comments...
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| i want to ride my bicycle |
| 03.30.04 (9:51 am) [edit] |
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8) i feel like queen and all i want to do is ride my bicycle everywhere i go. buxom beauties on bicycles too. why should i even bother with going to class when i can ride my bicycle. today in class i thought about that as once again my train of thought is far from the norms. i think i hate the word "tension" if's a good for nothing that is vague. what exactly does it mean? there are many type of it so when one says tension why doesn't he specify what type? a taunt string is experiencing some tension but not the same tension as a bridge with a load of 18 wheelers nor the same kind of tension as a stressful work day that causes psycho holidays. how does one determine which culture is pure and which is dirty? i want to sleep also. i haven't really felt sleepy in the middle of the day in awhile but it has been hitting me lately. maybe i am experiencing tension both hypotension and hypertension. so what action gives in during a tense moment the lack of tension or the overload of tension? alors ça se depende du genre de la tension...
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| bizarre |
| 03.29.04 (2:33 pm) [edit] |
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:shock: i don't know how much you know about my habits or parts of my life but i'm generally far from human contact. by almost any method which the bestway to find me would be through email. well after returning from work today the strangest thing ever happened as i sat down and cranked up my music. the phone rang. the last time it rang was on march 17th when a pal left a message of which i recieved the 28th so if that's any indication on my phone usage and how often the ringer works i don't know what would be. i'm surprised it still knows how to ring at times. i bought a cheap phone so i am really wondering what will happen. will it last a long time because it is never called/activated or will it die quickly because the unused circuitry? it's one of the phones you get from kmart made in god knows where for less than 10 bucks. yes that includes tax. i wanted a cheaper one but couldn't find one. i don't like the glowing keypad feature. they could have kept that. when it is dark i sleep. so with that down my thoughts on a cell phone a few years back makes me wonder why was i thinking such? it would be a waste of my time and money. to be honest i will probably work for a company that recommends one but i really say if they want me to have one then they can pay the bill because i am not going to lose a few peas out of my plate for that piece of technology that would probably fail before i ever used it. yeah i go out in the woods and do things like bike on off road trails, go to the rifle range etc etc and i never think about having one of these useless contraptions. if i'm shot in the back if three quickly burst rounds don't succeed in locating some help then i guess i should bleed to death there where i lay. if i fall off my bike and break something and can't drag myself maybe the wolves will pick me up and won't be starved. we have a new public safety officer here and she lives with a phone stuck in her ear. it's pretty funny. she's fairly cute with rather large ears (not a bad thing) but that damned phone is enough to scare chicapoo and attila the hun away. well i'm off to daydream. it's better to be creative than to have someone implanting thoughts in your own head...
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| yo! |
| 03.28.04 (3:20 pm) [edit] |
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:oops: sorry i haven't been around much lately. as you probably already know i'm a moody person and as my mood changes i change. with that said that accounts for half my absence the other half is due to vacation. vacation was great. i broke a few laws (riding on a closed trail because it was "healing") but hey what can i do? i'll address that issue of irresponsibility here and now. being the tree hugger that i am it is a dumb thing to ride on a trail that is closed due to healing but in the same respect if you tread lightly then the damage you do can be negligiable. i didn't remove anything although i did disturb a pool of molting insects. it was probably the cesspool of life creation there. 15 years from now i will probably see the effects. maybe it'll cause the butterfly ripple effect and 3 years from now the typhoon will cause kerry to push the nuclear button and it'll start the big nasty war of the world. if not it'll cause enough greenhouse gases to effectively make my children to be born wearing oxygen masks. if i could have avoided the puddle/primodial soup i would have. so when all this crap comes to pass you can thank me for being moody, and riding my bike on a closed trail. some tree hugger i am :cry:
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| the park |
| 03.13.04 (6:48 pm) [edit] |
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:x i went to the park today. whoopty doo. so while sitting there i saw one pretty girl. out of 6 hours, one pretty girl and she regarded me as if i was dog doo sitting on a park bench. i didn't even say anything yet i get to the level of being dog doo. does my forehead say something bizarre on it that i don't see? was my smell that bad? i took a shower before going to the park. if my smell was thatbad i must admit never buy lever 2000 because that is what i was using. and i'm sure after 10 minutes worth of biking during a cold morning i couldn't have worked up enough sweat to smell that bad. i guess next girl thatgives me this look will recieve the shake down. i want answers and i'm taking names. so if you get shaken down by a strange guy asking you a million questions, you know who it is... :twisted: :evil:
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| funny |
| 03.11.04 (1:56 pm) [edit] |
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:evil: spanish bombs always get linked to ETA for some unknown reason. granted they might have knocked off a few people in the course of their protests but this doesn't mean the group is a terrible set. personally i think they should have their own lands and i don't know why they turned down the offer of spain in the 70s on becoming their own place but like a spanish colony. maybe because it would still have spanish influence. so you point fingers at a set of people that were silent and now they will not be happy with that. arabs don't speak eskura although how do you determine if the planted evidence is as obvious as it is? i can plant a bunch of chinese literature in a vehicle that detonates but that doesn't mean a chinese group did such. while there's nothing humorous about people dying especially when they die in vain but what is the real purpose of us filling a space? living to be dying, dying just to live...
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| birds of a feather |
| 03.10.04 (4:33 pm) [edit] |
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:x why can't this statement be true for bikers? i can never seem to flock with those people of my own speed and ability. either far below or slightly above. i came to learn today that my legs are pretty much tireless. the rest of my body can't really keep up with them. well it'ssomething i've always had problems with. i can ride all day if i can find a saddle that is comfortable enough but i have doubts if i will. not sure if i need a wider one, a harder one or a smaller one. it always hits me in three points. my hip sockets and the one-eye. after i ride 30 minutes feels like he's been sitting in a bucket o ice for a few days and he's blue in the face too. doesn't feel bad until the blood comes back. i can think of fifty better feelings than this and one includes having my wisdom teeth pulled with two shots while listening to the sound of the roots being broken as they separate from the jaw bones. crunch crunch cccccrrrrruuuuunnnncccchh hhkkkkkkk. yep just like that. if you knew me in person i would make the exact sound for you. when i was younger i wanted to do the sounds for special effects. have you noticed some of those sounds? they are pretty far out there. maybe i would have too many sick people from the intenseness of the sounds. so in the meantime i'll draw up the screenplay for one of the most violent movies imaginable without a plot just different things break, spliting, ripping, exploding. you ticket comes with a movie theater sickness bag. thank you for enjoying the movie, if you faint the movie will continue. i looked at my calender and st patricks is next wednesday. i'll probably do my usual. nothing at all. just remember about birds of a feather... *yawns*
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| the seeds to retain |
| 03.08.04 (5:59 pm) [edit] |
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sorry i haven't been around much. been wrestling a tough issue of which i gave into a few days back. i gave her a call. well it was the longest 5 minutes of my life and maybe the most difficult because of the unknown. lucky for me she was in a good mood and didn't chap my ass too badly. she seemed happy that i called. so friday when she gives off work we are going to the beach for a weekend together, without alcohol. i'll go to her place tomorrow to make sure she hasn't been living in a shithouse, full of beer cans and bottles. she was actually sober when i called too. maybe because it was sunday. i think while i am there i might as well make her a hot meal then leave before she gets back. so what's a good thank you meal? sorta special like a last meal but not exactly a last meal idea...
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