So I'm back in civilization again for a couple of days anyway. My new job is okay, but it would be better if my house would sell back home. Then the wife and kids could come down here. I do miss them so. Can you tell I’ve made wholesale changes to my blogsite? Tell me what you think of the scheme. I will be changing it as my mood changes, but I’m not in a green mood anymore. Now I’m onto an evil purple. Oops, Lost is on... will be back to post...
Okay, sorry. I am addicted to that show. Have been from the beginning. Missed last week's episode but I'll watch it online tomorrow. Anyway, I have ranted enough for now and played Drake’s Guilty or Not guilty thing already, so now it's time to flashback to fourteen. Also known in my mind as the year that started it all for me...
So I was still bumming at the start of 14 about my best friend, Chris, moving away to Virginia. I didn't go and hang out with anybody and as a result, I gained some weight. A lot actually. I did walk to and from school with my friend, K, but she was very heavy and lazy as well, so that didn’t help me any either. The one thing I did do was get a new job, which I did every day after school. And I was also heavy into my school studies. This was a good thing because I had been slacking off for a while. Now I was a freshman. There was another town who had a school for 1st through 8th grade and then the students came to our school for 9th through 12th. Well, I spent half of kindergarten in that other school and actually the kids in that class and I remembered each other. It was a good time, but still nobody on the same level as Chris was. And although I had a girlfriend already by this point (I can't believe I forgot to mention it in my earlier posts. Okay, now i"ll devote a whole post in the near future just for her and our pathetic relationship), I still was no Casanova. The preppies (who used to be my friends but then turned preppie on me) wanted me to become a prep and I'm sure things would have gone easier for me if I was in with the “in” crowd, but I still just did not want to be that kind of person. They seemed so fake. Even some of the new old friends were normal at first, but quickly fell into the prep fold. One girl, Liza, actually went to a dance with me (she asked me) in the early part of the year, but within weeks, had begun to treat me like the outsider I had become. Anyway, my way of escaping having no real friends was to dive into comic books (I know, I know, even nerdier than Transformers). I had been reading them since Chris introduced them to me 2 years prior, but this was hardcore, like 80 a month type of obsessed. Let's add one more thing to the nerdiness... I was still very big into the band. In the 7th grade, I was playing 1st chair. Real good, right? Well, except it was on the flute! I was on my way to being the world's biggest geek. Bill Gates woulda said "That kid's a nerd!" Looking back, I can't believe I was ever like that. Wow.
Then something happened. A girl outside of band class actually talked to me. I had no idea who she was, but she was in most of my classes (all but band). The honors classes were a small community all to themselves. We had kids come and go, but for the most part, I was with the same kids from K to 9th. This girl was different though. We'll call her Maddy (not her real name). Maddy was very nice looking in a girl-next-door pretty kind of way. Average height, average build. And man, she had certain assets that stood out even when wearing a sweater. Strangely enough, though, even though she had quite the chest for a 14 year old (the kind most teen boys and a few senators would drool over), it was not the first thing that I noticed. Her face was so pretty. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were exactly the perfect shades to accentuate, but not overpower her face. And the beauty was just magnified when she smiled. Her eyes just sparkled when she laughed. I mean, you would have expected nothing but honey and roses to come out of her mouth when she spoke. And her voice did give off that impression too. I am a huge sucker for a pretty voice, and sucked in I was. Because the first time we ever talked, she flirted with me. I was taken aback. She actually flirted with me. Time and time again. We were like flirt buddies. She really taught me how to talk to a girl in a flirtatious way. It was just harmless talk because I knew she had a boyfriend who was older. So we just kept it friendly. Real friendly. Walk arm in arm kinda friendly. As the months went by, however, and she confided in me how she would argue with her boyfriend and such, I began to fall for this girl. Hard. New feelings had emerged. Was it love? Who can ever know if you've never been in it before? I figured it must have been. But there was that pesky boyfriend thing. For weeks, I tried to play it off like I was just her happy-go-lucky friend like always, but inside it was killing me more and more not to tell her and hopefully take it to a new level. To walk arm in arm with my girlfriend. Especially when she would turn to me and cry cuz of her boyfriend yet I could make her laugh by the end of our conversation.
For my birthday, I had a party at my house and there were just a few people that I invited. So there were like 3 boys and 3 girls total. It was such a cool party (remember, I was a geek now). We were playing 2 minutes in the closet (which led to nothing, but was a vital part to becoming comfortable with girls. Then somehow the party turned into a lights out wrestling match in which I accidentally got a feel of one of those perfect breasts. It’s funny how a guy can go his whole life never having touched a breast, and then in total darkness, touch one unwittingly, and know EXACTLY what it was that he had just experienced. Wow. They felt just as great as they looked! I may not have remembered to mention my first girlfriend, and I can’t remember the name of the girl I lost my virginity to (I’ll try real hard cuz I’ll need it for the next chapter), but I sure remember what that felt like. But as I already said, it seriously was an accident.
Anyway, after a while, the feelings had become so unbearable that I had to start drawing in on myself when we were together. She immediately sensed something was wrong and asked me about it. I told her it was nothing. This was only a temporary fix, cuz she bugged me about it all the time. I lied to her for about two weeks. Then she said she was gonna stop talking to me if I kept up being like I was. I told her I would tell her later that day. I had come to a crossroads. On the one side was me stepping aside so I would not be in agony and she would remain with her boyfriend. On the other side was me being bold, coming clean with her and letting the pieces fall where they may. I, in my infinite wisdom, chose the second path. Not for my personal gain, but because I value friendship so much that she deserved for me to tell her the truth. I told her I liked somebody and she could not figure out who. Then after a while stalling, I took a deep breath and told her it was her...
I had not been shot down before. And I really wasn't looking forward to it. But shot down I was. Strangely enough, it didn't hurt. She was so gentle about it. I guess I was more happy that she treated me like a real friend also. She didn't laugh or say "eeww" or anything like that. She just explained how she thought of me more like a brother than anything else. It was okay. I put myself out there for the first time and lived to tell about it. Looking back, a fourteen year old girl who could have her choice of many different guys will never pick the chunky nerd. At least she was civil about it.
So I owe Maddy so much. It was my first step to not being a total nerd. We remained friends, but really , after a while, the friendship fizzled. Today, I cannot remember why it fizzled. I know she didn't avoid me or anything. I guess our paths no longer shared a common trail and they veered off, mission being accomplished. Two years later, I moved away from the town I had grown up in and I have never seen Maddy again. I just hope that during our brief time together, I did something for her to help develop who she has become today. It would be the least I could do to pay her back. And I also pray that she has become the great person that I saw have so much potential so long ago.
What’s so funny is my oldest son has told me of a girl he likes. He went on to say that it’s because of her smile and her voice and because she is so nice to him. I guess it’s all in the circle of life. I wonder when I told my step-dad if he had a memory surface of his similar moment. I also know that he was brave enough to tell her and that she responded that she only wants to be friends. Funny how things go. I just hope in the future that he can look back and appreciate the friend who helped him take his first step.
Damn, I write way too much.
Well, sorry folks, I wanted to get into more, but 14 covers a good amount of stuff. I'll continue it in the future, I promise.
B'gye,
Dirty
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Guilt or Not Guilty
Guilty or Not Guilty?
1. Dated outside your race? GUILTY.
I know for a fact that there are beautiful women of all races (except for one).
2. Singing in the shower? GUILTY.
I get a bad case of “last song-itis” when I’m in the shower. The worst was when my wife came into the bathroom and pointed out that the kids could hear me singing “It’s raining men”! A second close would be Barney or Thomas the Tank Engine songs.
3. Spit in someone's drink? NOT GUILTY.
And I hope it was not my drink that Drake Cyanide spit into… gross!
4. Played with Barbies? GUILTY.
My cousin had a buncha Barbies and I undressed them of course. Imagine my disappointment upon discovering that I could learn nothing about anatomy from those stupid dolls.
5. Made someone cry? GUILTY.
My wife, my kids, my friends, my co-workers. I just have the gift I guess. In the Navy, it was almost mandatory to make someone cry daily. I’m not proud of it, but I am an Aquarian, so we have no concept of others feeling or our own for we are extremely logical.
6. Opened your Christmas presents early? NOT GUILTY.
I have extreme patience for things like that. One year I stumbled upon a Xmas list of what I was getting and I was sad that the surprise had been taken out of it.
7. Lied to a friend? GUILTY.
Sometimes that’s what being a friend is about. When I lie to a friend for their sake, it’s a good thing. When I lie to a friend for my sake, then I’m not a friend at all. I know this first hand (I reference question 5)
8. Watched and cried while watching a soap opera? NOT GUILTY.
Not even when Bo found out Hope had died!
9. Played a computer game for more than 5 hours? GUILTY.
From asteroids on the atari as a kid to xbox with my boys now. Once you start, it’s hard to stop.
10. Ran through the sprinklers naked? NOT GUILTY.
Why would I do that?
11. Ate food that fell on the floor? GUILTY.
I fully believe in the 5 second rule unless 5 seconds has passed, in which case it becomes the 5 minute rule.
12. Went outside naked? GUILTY.
It involved lots of alcohol, a hot tub, and good friends (a story to cover in future posts!)
13. Been on stage? GUILTY.
Let’s see, church play, band concert solos, and as a lead singer of a rock band.
14. Been on stage naked or close to it? NOT GUILTY.
Again, it makes no sense to me to even think about that.
15. Been in a parade? GUILTY.
Only in band (a coupla stories of which will be upcoming chapters as well)
16. Been in a school play? NOT GUILTY.
They said I had too much testosterone to be in a school play. I’m kidding. The truth is I’m not talented enough to pretend to be gay.
17. Drank beer? GUILTY.
Since the age of 14 until 21. Then dry till 24 (stoopid Navy). And now just occasionally. Hard English Cider is a completely different story now!
18. Gotten detention? GUILTY.
Let’s see… New Jersey, 80’s, Headbanger, Smart mouthed. Hmmm, yeah, I had detention a few times.
19. Been on a plane? GUILTY.
Too many damn times! Like 50 times in the past 14 months.
20. Been on a cruise? NOT GUILTY.
Unless the luxury of being aboard a Naval vessel counts.
21. Broken into a house? GUILTY.
I can’t remember doing it illegally except for an abandoned motel once. It’s okay though because it turned out to be a history lesson. There was a room full of Humphrey Muskee pins in there. We researched it and it turns out that’s who ran against Nixon back in the day! So we had an little gang recognized by our Humphrey Muskee pins. How dorky. Other than that, just my house or houses of friends and neighbors (who ask me to)
.22. Gotten a tattoo? NOT GUILTY.
Always wanted one, never wanted to pay the prices.
23. Gotten piercings? GUILTY.
When I was 14, I had been bugging my mother for months to get an earring, but whenever we went to the mall, I would puss out at the last second. One day, my mother didn’t let me wimp out. She dragged me into the store and told me I was getting my ear pierced whether I wanted to or not! Not many people can share that kinda story, but I’m glad she did cuz it went with my headbanger image a few years later.
24. Gotten into a fist fight? GUILTY.
Been a while though. The funniest was when I was 12. I was walking home from school in a bad part of town when a kid, sitting on his porch, yells out “Hey, you wanna fight me?” I was in a bad mood that day and without stopping, said “sure”. Next thing I know he was on top of me. It turned out to be just the thing I needed to feel better, cuz I kicked his ass! That is until like 10 family members came out and threatened to kill me. That, combined with me feeling better, made me then decide to run for my life! There’s a few more since then, but not as funny.
25. Gotten into a shouting match? GUILTY.
Hello, I am married to a Jersey girl! Sometimes you’ve just got to be heard. And for some reason, Drake, when drinking, tends to turn converstions into shouting matches. But then we realize we are shouting over something completely stupid and we laugh. And others around us disperse bummed out cuz there was no fist-fight.
26. Swallowed sea/pool water? GUILTY.
Hate the taste of both.
27. Spun yourself in circles to get dizzy on purpose? GUILTY.
Is there any cheaper form of entertainment?
28. Laughed so hard it hurt? GUILTY.
That’s the coolest time. To be laughing so hard that your cheeks hurt, your side hurts. And I don’t know about you guys, but I can never laugh that hard alone. There has to be someone else there to feed off of (whether they be sharing in the laughing or as the reason for the laughing)
29. Tripped on your own feet? GUILTY.
Especially when I’m tired I can’t count the number of times I’ve lost cool points because of tripping over these damn feet!
30. Cried yourself to sleep? GUILTY.
Yes. Weird thing is, tears don’t roll. I have not had tears fall in 13 years. I’ll well up, but they don’t break the seal. Must go back to the Aquarian thing
31. Cried in public? NOT GUILTY.
Can’t do it. It’s not a macho thing either. I’m just not that emotional.
32. Thrown up in public? NOT GUILTY.
I cannot throw up. I’ve tried. I’ve had my stomach pumped from trying. It’s been 19 years. Wait until my year 14 post.
33. Lied to your parents? GUILTY.
And I do not even feel bad about it
34. Skipped class? GUILTY.
Of course. Especially my senior year when I left home. But the funniest was when I was in the 9th grade. There is a big festival on the beach in NJ the Friday before Memorial day (cuz Memorial Day is the start of having to pay to go on the beach). It’s full of music and alcohol. And every year, unannounced would be Bon Jovi or Bruce Springsteen or such. Well, I took the day off from school and had a blast! The next day, my Mom asks me if I went to school on Friday. I said “of course, why?” So she shows me on the front page of a section in the newspaper me holding a beer with a girl in a bikini on my shoulders. Oops. Busted. Don’t care, it was a good time.
35. Cried so hard you threw up? NOT GUILTY.
What? I don’t believe this question really should exist in our universe. I say we vote to ban it into some other dimension or something. (I hope I haven’t made anyone else cry by saying that!)
Friday, October 20, 2006
A departure from the norm (some of my inner anger comes out!)
(So, here I am, working at a remote location somewhere in Texas. I have, as usual, been extremely busy. But I have quite some time to type this evening (hoping nothing breaks of course). I would continue my childhood story, but Drake Cyanide has tagged me to answer a whole buncha questions, so I'm gonna do that in a minute. Some quick notes first...
- The three of you who actually read my blog may be thinking why am I writing about my childhood? Does he have issues that need to be resolved via the blog? Is he looking to find people that went through similar situations? The answer is I'm writing about my childhood to initially collect my thoughts for a book. I have done so much in a short time span and overcome so much to be where I am today. I just want to write notes down to collect them later. Will people want to read it? I think so. Some day I am going to be very famous. That's as far as I'll go with that for now. Just realize that someday you'll read a book about someone famous and it'll click..."I used to read his blog!". And don't worry, it'll be for a good thing, not an infamous thing.
- Things that have irritated me recently... 1) too many people killing children. Lancaster PA, Florida turnpike, etc... why do people do that? And I guess equally disturbing is why I can accept adults killing adults (not really accept... just that it doesn't tug at my heartstrings as much as...) but I cannot stand to hear how people kill kids. Especially when it is a family member or friend of the family. The little kids are so trusting. They have no idea until the last minute. Just the thought of what their faces must look like when they realize what is going to happen. Terrified... Confused... Alone. Why do we have to live in times like these? Why are we allowing this to happen while we police other countries? Why are we allowing our governments to spend our money for all the wrong reasons? Where in the world does our money go? Property taxes. Sales taxes. Income taxes. All to do what? Do you realize we spend 10,000 dollars per student annually in this country? If you take all money collected in taxes on all levels of government and divide it by the number of kids in grades k-12, it comes out to 10,000 dollars per child. Unbelievable. Our nation, as a whole is dumber than ever! In the 90's, it was the first time in the history of our country that a graduating class was not smarter than their parents generation. Where is this money at? Why do we have overcrowded classrooms, shared textbooks? Why can the schools not afford field trips anymore? Why have we allowed the No Child Left Behind Act to still be in effect? Maybe because nobody understands it. Well the president says it's good, hell that's good enough for me! Do the research people! Teachers hate their jobs! Why? Because they do not get to teach. They have to teach to a federal test. If the kids don't do well on the test, the school does not get as much federal financial support the next year. Public schools have become a business on a federal level. And we live in fear that we need that money. I say we don't. I say a community should get together, decide what curriculum to have in their own schools, and have at it. If done properly, it would benefit everyone in the community. Teachers would be happy, therefore the classrooms would be happy. Kids would have positive attitudes and not want to go on a shooting spree ...
Sorry. I know I'm living in a dream world to believe that it would happen. Most world dominating empires throughout history have lasted no more than 200 years. Why is this? Here's my theory... 1. people rise up against the oppressors and obtain freedom or they just top the big dog and become number one. 2. a proud nation passes on to the next generation the beliefs, the feelings of what it took to be number one. 3. so on and so on this passes from generation to generation until noone wants to hear it anymore. They don't know what it's like to not be number one. from birth to death, it's just the way it is. 4. As content as can be, the people of the number one nation don't realize what's going on until it's too late and then BAM! someone else who wants to be number one hits them like a train. 5. Those people are the new number one and are a proud generation, wishing to pass on their stories to their children. Guess how long we've been a nation. Officially, 230 years. At the 220 mark, we had a generation that could not find central america (the majority of those tested pointed to Kansas). Those people are adults now. I heard on the radio today that 70% of american adults in a recent test could pick out the pacific ocean on a map. I read that as 30% can't find the Pacific freakin' Ocean! We are sitting on our couches, watching our big screens. Remember life before cable? 3 channels, maybe 5 max. Now we can watch anything. and we don't stop there. we want more. I think we need a haircut channel. all haircuts, all day. i'm kidding, of course, but if they created it, people would watch it. to me, it's no different than the food network, travel channel, or the golf network. Anyway, we are chilling, not a care in the world, rallying to "support the troops" and feel good about ourselves for saying we support them cuz we bought a yellow magnet. First of all, why do we need to let everyone know that we paid money to show our support? Secondly, where does the money go? Take it from a person who was in the military... wanna show support? Send a care package to a total stranger in the armed forces. Lead a classroom or sunday school activity and have the kids create cards to the soldiers and sailors. Buying a yellow ribbon doesn't mean shit in the real world. Sorry, straying again... so we are chillin, watching our big screens, eating cheetos, and thinking we are the big dog and will be forever. No need to work for it. Guess what? That train is coming to hit us. There are people working their asses off to be the big dog. And they are very close to accomplishing it. We will not even resist it. We will roll over in shock and suddenly be in a very foreign position... scared. I don't mean the type of scared created by the news channels who work hand in hand with the government to boost ratings (they are more about money and success than reporting any shred of true journalism. And I am the only one who thinks this? Nope. Apparently those who run this country and the armed forces think so too. Don't know what I'm talking about? Tired of my ranting? Fine, here's stuff you can read and watch elsewhere...
The first one is the one you must start with. It is 80 minutes long, so set aside the time. Do not allow yourself to get distracted (even if rachel ray is about to cook some miracle meal in less than thirty minutes while in London and going against the Iron Chef). It all builds from the beginning to the end, so pay attention (ADD or not). I am not here to tell you it's correct. I'm just showing you the other side. The side you won't see on the cable news networks. Watch and you decide. Oh yeah, tell your friends too (I could use the increased blog visitors). Here it is...
http://www.loosechange911.com/
then you can go to these sites:
http://dc911truth.org/index.php?p=evidence1a
http://www.infowars.com/
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4757274759497686216
http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/ (there are adverts at the top, just scroll down to the headlines).
Ok, I am going to post this now without editing it. I want to come back to it and see what was going through my mind while everyone else in the world was sleeping.
I will do the Drake's tag tomorrow. I promise no more morbid stuff for a while. I just had to get that off my chest I guess. Thanks for reading.
B'gye,
Dirty
- The three of you who actually read my blog may be thinking why am I writing about my childhood? Does he have issues that need to be resolved via the blog? Is he looking to find people that went through similar situations? The answer is I'm writing about my childhood to initially collect my thoughts for a book. I have done so much in a short time span and overcome so much to be where I am today. I just want to write notes down to collect them later. Will people want to read it? I think so. Some day I am going to be very famous. That's as far as I'll go with that for now. Just realize that someday you'll read a book about someone famous and it'll click..."I used to read his blog!". And don't worry, it'll be for a good thing, not an infamous thing.
- Things that have irritated me recently... 1) too many people killing children. Lancaster PA, Florida turnpike, etc... why do people do that? And I guess equally disturbing is why I can accept adults killing adults (not really accept... just that it doesn't tug at my heartstrings as much as...) but I cannot stand to hear how people kill kids. Especially when it is a family member or friend of the family. The little kids are so trusting. They have no idea until the last minute. Just the thought of what their faces must look like when they realize what is going to happen. Terrified... Confused... Alone. Why do we have to live in times like these? Why are we allowing this to happen while we police other countries? Why are we allowing our governments to spend our money for all the wrong reasons? Where in the world does our money go? Property taxes. Sales taxes. Income taxes. All to do what? Do you realize we spend 10,000 dollars per student annually in this country? If you take all money collected in taxes on all levels of government and divide it by the number of kids in grades k-12, it comes out to 10,000 dollars per child. Unbelievable. Our nation, as a whole is dumber than ever! In the 90's, it was the first time in the history of our country that a graduating class was not smarter than their parents generation. Where is this money at? Why do we have overcrowded classrooms, shared textbooks? Why can the schools not afford field trips anymore? Why have we allowed the No Child Left Behind Act to still be in effect? Maybe because nobody understands it. Well the president says it's good, hell that's good enough for me! Do the research people! Teachers hate their jobs! Why? Because they do not get to teach. They have to teach to a federal test. If the kids don't do well on the test, the school does not get as much federal financial support the next year. Public schools have become a business on a federal level. And we live in fear that we need that money. I say we don't. I say a community should get together, decide what curriculum to have in their own schools, and have at it. If done properly, it would benefit everyone in the community. Teachers would be happy, therefore the classrooms would be happy. Kids would have positive attitudes and not want to go on a shooting spree ...
Sorry. I know I'm living in a dream world to believe that it would happen. Most world dominating empires throughout history have lasted no more than 200 years. Why is this? Here's my theory... 1. people rise up against the oppressors and obtain freedom or they just top the big dog and become number one. 2. a proud nation passes on to the next generation the beliefs, the feelings of what it took to be number one. 3. so on and so on this passes from generation to generation until noone wants to hear it anymore. They don't know what it's like to not be number one. from birth to death, it's just the way it is. 4. As content as can be, the people of the number one nation don't realize what's going on until it's too late and then BAM! someone else who wants to be number one hits them like a train. 5. Those people are the new number one and are a proud generation, wishing to pass on their stories to their children. Guess how long we've been a nation. Officially, 230 years. At the 220 mark, we had a generation that could not find central america (the majority of those tested pointed to Kansas). Those people are adults now. I heard on the radio today that 70% of american adults in a recent test could pick out the pacific ocean on a map. I read that as 30% can't find the Pacific freakin' Ocean! We are sitting on our couches, watching our big screens. Remember life before cable? 3 channels, maybe 5 max. Now we can watch anything. and we don't stop there. we want more. I think we need a haircut channel. all haircuts, all day. i'm kidding, of course, but if they created it, people would watch it. to me, it's no different than the food network, travel channel, or the golf network. Anyway, we are chilling, not a care in the world, rallying to "support the troops" and feel good about ourselves for saying we support them cuz we bought a yellow magnet. First of all, why do we need to let everyone know that we paid money to show our support? Secondly, where does the money go? Take it from a person who was in the military... wanna show support? Send a care package to a total stranger in the armed forces. Lead a classroom or sunday school activity and have the kids create cards to the soldiers and sailors. Buying a yellow ribbon doesn't mean shit in the real world. Sorry, straying again... so we are chillin, watching our big screens, eating cheetos, and thinking we are the big dog and will be forever. No need to work for it. Guess what? That train is coming to hit us. There are people working their asses off to be the big dog. And they are very close to accomplishing it. We will not even resist it. We will roll over in shock and suddenly be in a very foreign position... scared. I don't mean the type of scared created by the news channels who work hand in hand with the government to boost ratings (they are more about money and success than reporting any shred of true journalism. And I am the only one who thinks this? Nope. Apparently those who run this country and the armed forces think so too. Don't know what I'm talking about? Tired of my ranting? Fine, here's stuff you can read and watch elsewhere...
The first one is the one you must start with. It is 80 minutes long, so set aside the time. Do not allow yourself to get distracted (even if rachel ray is about to cook some miracle meal in less than thirty minutes while in London and going against the Iron Chef). It all builds from the beginning to the end, so pay attention (ADD or not). I am not here to tell you it's correct. I'm just showing you the other side. The side you won't see on the cable news networks. Watch and you decide. Oh yeah, tell your friends too (I could use the increased blog visitors). Here it is...
http://www.loosechange911.com/
then you can go to these sites:
http://dc911truth.org/index.php?p=evidence1a
http://www.infowars.com/
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4757274759497686216
http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/ (there are adverts at the top, just scroll down to the headlines).
Ok, I am going to post this now without editing it. I want to come back to it and see what was going through my mind while everyone else in the world was sleeping.
I will do the Drake's tag tomorrow. I promise no more morbid stuff for a while. I just had to get that off my chest I guess. Thanks for reading.
B'gye,
Dirty
Friday, September 22, 2006
13 (Caution: two F bombs in this post!!)
Hi all. It's been a week now, but that's better than a month, right? I'm in a green mood, so the blog background and text have changed to reflect that. Not sure what it means. Maybe it's like the green M and M's thing. I have been away from my wife for two weeks now!
Anyway, I have been busy as usual in the past week. I spent last weekend getting smashed with Drake Cyanide (one last time for old times sake). I also lied to a woman last week (which is something I've deeply regretted since the words came out of my mouth). I then travelled to Oklahoma on Sunday and have been here since. It also looks like I'll be here for at least three more weeks. It's been two weeks since I last saw my wife and children. I miss them a lot, but we all know this is what has to be done for now. And as others out there can attest to, it sure beats a six month deployment out at sea. The good news is I made quite a few friends in the past two weeks, which is always a good thing to do since we are all the future of this company. It will be a lot smoother since we all get along (for the most part anyway). You guys can't even imagine how tough it is to be a New Jersian in Oklahoma. Maybe I should've started that last sentence with "Y'all" instead of you guys. Sorry, I'm just not up to snuff on my Redneck Etiquitte. As if there is such a thing. So, anyway, all week, there's been this guy who has been very outspoken and picked on people in good fun. I've kinda sat back and seemed passive all the while. It's my style. But today, it was the last day and I showed him how to really pick on people, in good fun or not. He never saw it coming. Our in structor kept saying "uppercut, jab, knockout", etc... as I let loose my volley. The poor guy didn't have a chance. I had quite the reputation on my boat to make over 100 grown men cry with the things I can say, so I know a thing or two about a battle of wits.
Okay, a few of the people did bug me over the past two weeks. A sample...
A guy from Mississippi t h a t t a l k e d t h i s s s s l l o o o o o w........ A couple of times I asked him if there was a speed selector switch anywhere on him.. It was like listening to a 45 on 33 1/3 speed (did I lose any CD babies out there? If so, come on over and I'll play some vinyl for ya).
A guy who was like the Texan Redneck version of a crack addict. He made no sense, was always sleeping, and spent some time in Iraq. Dude was whacked out! One time, I was telling someone that I was from Jersey and he blurted out "Jersey?! Are you the guy what goobled rin by doctim Missouri speeg fum? I swear it started out okay, but then something misfired upstairs, and alien talk came out. So I answered "no". Wrong answer I guess, cuz he just looked at me like it wasn't a yes or no question. Oops. My bad. So I tried another approach... I said " okay, I'll be honest with you. I don't know what the fuck just came out of your mouth". Somehow, that answer was more acceptable, cuz he fell back asleep at his desk after that.
Then there's the military guy who spent so much time in that he doesn't remember a world before the military. Never let a person like that know you have time in. They will share every expounded story with you and it will force you to give a courtesy smile in lieu of a full laugh about every 5 minutes or so. If you're like me, you don't even listen. Just have an internal clock. Nod every now and then, and give the smile every five minutes (on the second). It's almost like listening to a spouse (Hey, that joke is for the ladies too. Like you really care what we did at work all day long!)
Lastly, a guy who is 35 and looks like mini-me. He thinks he's so cool, but he's like 4'6", round like a basketball, and shaves his head on purpose. But he's single cuz he doesn't want to be weighed down. I was always told that if you tell yourself something enough times, you will tend to believe it. Here is theory proven.
Okay, enough of that stuff. So I also talked to Drake a few times over the week. Funny how I always had to initiate the conversations. Hmmmmm.... it's almost as if he has things to feel guilty about. Just when you think you know a guy... okay, once again, just kidding! And I will leave the others in the dark. If you want them to know, then you can post it.
Wow, I type as much as my wife talks! But I'm not done yet. I need to put enough down so you read this until my next post! Let me get through 13 at least...
So I was 13, voted most popular in my class (I couldn't believe it either!), and was living on top of the world. See, I knew that the only way I was going to wear cool clothes was to buy them myself. So I got a job at a deli stocking the shelves and cooler. I was making 3.15 an hour (minimum wage at the time) and could finally not be picked on for my clothes. My parents had a rule for me that I had to put half of everything I made into a savings account. Noble of them, right? Just wait until I talk about 16. Anyway, I bought Bugle Boy jeans and shirts. I bought Kangaroos sneaks! I bought parachute pants and a pleather jacket with zippers all over! I was the shizzle. I remember asking for Kangaroos prior to this and getting yelled at by my step-dad. He was standing next to a bin of sneakers saying Kangaroos cost more than $5 and to get over there and find a matching left shoe to the right that he was holding up. So I was really living it up and doing it all on my own. Then a new kid came to the school. Everyone made fun of him. I couldn't figure out why. I guess it was because they were just jerks. These are the same kids that turned out to be preppie snobs in HS. I hated preps! So fake. But I'm straying... so I befriend him. And in turn, lost all popularity. It was a decision I made and was glad to do so. It was then that I decided it was better to have 1 or 2 true friends then 100 that will turn on you in a heartbeat. His name was Chris. And we hung out all the time. Now that I had clothes to wear, I could spend my money on other things. Like Transformers! I bought a new one just about every week. Between Chris and me, we had hundreds to play with. And play we did! All over town between his house and mine. What dorks, one might say, but to this day, I do not regret it. It was fun . Then came my first almost sexual encounter...
Chris and I were flying our Transformers from my house to his (a.k.a. walking down the street) when this black girl called out to us with a "Hey!". We stopped and turned to find an older girl (like 15 or 16) laying on a pool chair in a bikini getting a tan. We said "yeah?" and then she yelled out "Do you two wanna fuck me?"! Wow. Pretty bold, eh? So Chris and I talked it over like this:
"What do you think?"
"I dunno. How about you?"
"Well, it would be cool to say we're not virgins."
"Yeah, I guess, but what about the battle?"
"True, we are in the middle of a cosmic battle and the Decepticons are winning."
"We couldn't possibly leave the battle until the Autobots win."
"Right."
So, we turn back to her and shout out "No thanks!" and walk on to continue our battle.
Sorry, I need to pause here a moment..............
Okay, I'm back. Was that pathetic or what? Unbelievable! It would be cool to say I wanted to save myself for the right girl (not true), or that I'm not into black chicks (also not true), or that I am mentally handicapped, but no. It was because I was playing with my toys! Arrrgh! Anyway, during this time, Chris and I were also hanging out with a third friend, a girl named K. She was definately nothing more than a friend (my standards were wayyyyy too high for her to achieve). I mention that cuz Chris moved away (his dad was in the military) when I was 14. A very dark time for me. I had no best friend anymore. Just K for the time being. I got a bit heavy cuz I didn't do anything for months, just sat around and dove into my studies. Luckily for me, it was not long after that period that I started to look at women in a whole new way, but that will have to wait for the next post!
So I hope I wrote enough for you guys and that it was a nice mix of present and past. I just realized I put no future in this post! Okay, here's the future... Drake will tell you all about what he did to me, but he will twist it to make it so that he did nothing wrong and will further twist it to make me be a bad guy. Oh yeah, also, the antichrist will rise from a European country and rule the world for seven years (that will happen sooner than you think).
That's all for now folks. Have a great time until next we talk!
B'gye,
Dirty
Anyway, I have been busy as usual in the past week. I spent last weekend getting smashed with Drake Cyanide (one last time for old times sake). I also lied to a woman last week (which is something I've deeply regretted since the words came out of my mouth). I then travelled to Oklahoma on Sunday and have been here since. It also looks like I'll be here for at least three more weeks. It's been two weeks since I last saw my wife and children. I miss them a lot, but we all know this is what has to be done for now. And as others out there can attest to, it sure beats a six month deployment out at sea. The good news is I made quite a few friends in the past two weeks, which is always a good thing to do since we are all the future of this company. It will be a lot smoother since we all get along (for the most part anyway). You guys can't even imagine how tough it is to be a New Jersian in Oklahoma. Maybe I should've started that last sentence with "Y'all" instead of you guys. Sorry, I'm just not up to snuff on my Redneck Etiquitte. As if there is such a thing. So, anyway, all week, there's been this guy who has been very outspoken and picked on people in good fun. I've kinda sat back and seemed passive all the while. It's my style. But today, it was the last day and I showed him how to really pick on people, in good fun or not. He never saw it coming. Our in structor kept saying "uppercut, jab, knockout", etc... as I let loose my volley. The poor guy didn't have a chance. I had quite the reputation on my boat to make over 100 grown men cry with the things I can say, so I know a thing or two about a battle of wits.
Okay, a few of the people did bug me over the past two weeks. A sample...
A guy from Mississippi t h a t t a l k e d t h i s s s s l l o o o o o w........ A couple of times I asked him if there was a speed selector switch anywhere on him.. It was like listening to a 45 on 33 1/3 speed (did I lose any CD babies out there? If so, come on over and I'll play some vinyl for ya).
A guy who was like the Texan Redneck version of a crack addict. He made no sense, was always sleeping, and spent some time in Iraq. Dude was whacked out! One time, I was telling someone that I was from Jersey and he blurted out "Jersey?! Are you the guy what goobled rin by doctim Missouri speeg fum? I swear it started out okay, but then something misfired upstairs, and alien talk came out. So I answered "no". Wrong answer I guess, cuz he just looked at me like it wasn't a yes or no question. Oops. My bad. So I tried another approach... I said " okay, I'll be honest with you. I don't know what the fuck just came out of your mouth". Somehow, that answer was more acceptable, cuz he fell back asleep at his desk after that.
Then there's the military guy who spent so much time in that he doesn't remember a world before the military. Never let a person like that know you have time in. They will share every expounded story with you and it will force you to give a courtesy smile in lieu of a full laugh about every 5 minutes or so. If you're like me, you don't even listen. Just have an internal clock. Nod every now and then, and give the smile every five minutes (on the second). It's almost like listening to a spouse (Hey, that joke is for the ladies too. Like you really care what we did at work all day long!)
Lastly, a guy who is 35 and looks like mini-me. He thinks he's so cool, but he's like 4'6", round like a basketball, and shaves his head on purpose. But he's single cuz he doesn't want to be weighed down. I was always told that if you tell yourself something enough times, you will tend to believe it. Here is theory proven.
Okay, enough of that stuff. So I also talked to Drake a few times over the week. Funny how I always had to initiate the conversations. Hmmmmm.... it's almost as if he has things to feel guilty about. Just when you think you know a guy... okay, once again, just kidding! And I will leave the others in the dark. If you want them to know, then you can post it.
Wow, I type as much as my wife talks! But I'm not done yet. I need to put enough down so you read this until my next post! Let me get through 13 at least...
So I was 13, voted most popular in my class (I couldn't believe it either!), and was living on top of the world. See, I knew that the only way I was going to wear cool clothes was to buy them myself. So I got a job at a deli stocking the shelves and cooler. I was making 3.15 an hour (minimum wage at the time) and could finally not be picked on for my clothes. My parents had a rule for me that I had to put half of everything I made into a savings account. Noble of them, right? Just wait until I talk about 16. Anyway, I bought Bugle Boy jeans and shirts. I bought Kangaroos sneaks! I bought parachute pants and a pleather jacket with zippers all over! I was the shizzle. I remember asking for Kangaroos prior to this and getting yelled at by my step-dad. He was standing next to a bin of sneakers saying Kangaroos cost more than $5 and to get over there and find a matching left shoe to the right that he was holding up. So I was really living it up and doing it all on my own. Then a new kid came to the school. Everyone made fun of him. I couldn't figure out why. I guess it was because they were just jerks. These are the same kids that turned out to be preppie snobs in HS. I hated preps! So fake. But I'm straying... so I befriend him. And in turn, lost all popularity. It was a decision I made and was glad to do so. It was then that I decided it was better to have 1 or 2 true friends then 100 that will turn on you in a heartbeat. His name was Chris. And we hung out all the time. Now that I had clothes to wear, I could spend my money on other things. Like Transformers! I bought a new one just about every week. Between Chris and me, we had hundreds to play with. And play we did! All over town between his house and mine. What dorks, one might say, but to this day, I do not regret it. It was fun . Then came my first almost sexual encounter...
Chris and I were flying our Transformers from my house to his (a.k.a. walking down the street) when this black girl called out to us with a "Hey!". We stopped and turned to find an older girl (like 15 or 16) laying on a pool chair in a bikini getting a tan. We said "yeah?" and then she yelled out "Do you two wanna fuck me?"! Wow. Pretty bold, eh? So Chris and I talked it over like this:
"What do you think?"
"I dunno. How about you?"
"Well, it would be cool to say we're not virgins."
"Yeah, I guess, but what about the battle?"
"True, we are in the middle of a cosmic battle and the Decepticons are winning."
"We couldn't possibly leave the battle until the Autobots win."
"Right."
So, we turn back to her and shout out "No thanks!" and walk on to continue our battle.
Sorry, I need to pause here a moment..............
Okay, I'm back. Was that pathetic or what? Unbelievable! It would be cool to say I wanted to save myself for the right girl (not true), or that I'm not into black chicks (also not true), or that I am mentally handicapped, but no. It was because I was playing with my toys! Arrrgh! Anyway, during this time, Chris and I were also hanging out with a third friend, a girl named K. She was definately nothing more than a friend (my standards were wayyyyy too high for her to achieve). I mention that cuz Chris moved away (his dad was in the military) when I was 14. A very dark time for me. I had no best friend anymore. Just K for the time being. I got a bit heavy cuz I didn't do anything for months, just sat around and dove into my studies. Luckily for me, it was not long after that period that I started to look at women in a whole new way, but that will have to wait for the next post!
So I hope I wrote enough for you guys and that it was a nice mix of present and past. I just realized I put no future in this post! Okay, here's the future... Drake will tell you all about what he did to me, but he will twist it to make it so that he did nothing wrong and will further twist it to make me be a bad guy. Oh yeah, also, the antichrist will rise from a European country and rule the world for seven years (that will happen sooner than you think).
That's all for now folks. Have a great time until next we talk!
B'gye,
Dirty
Friday, September 15, 2006
The early days
Okay, let me start off by apologizing to everyone out there (especially Drake Cyanide, who has hyped me up a bit only to be dissappointed up to this point). I have been looking hard for a new job lately while working my current job, and although I would love to tell you all about it, I'm gonna save it for another post.
I gotta tell ya how ironic life is... so, years ago Drake Cyanide and I would hang out in various places in the world, and there was nothing I wouldn't say, nothing I wouldn't do (within marital laws mind you). And Drake was much, much more reserved (he had his shining moments though, don't get me wrong). Anyway, just this past Tuesday I came to his town and we got together and went out for some beers. How things experienced in life change a person. He has become me and I am now who he was. He flirts, he gets laughter, he is so outgoing now. I am much more introverted now. Shy to talk to women, not willing to tell a joke for a laugh, etc (although I have my moments every now and then). I guess what I'm saying is (in my best and very apt Fat Bastard voioce)...
Give me back my mojo, Drake!!!!!!!!
Okay, not really. Keep it. You've seen me. I have no need for it anymore. Go forth and flirt. You are no longer a Padawan. Good luck.
Oh my. I sound so depressed. Maybe I am. Drake has told me to vent in the posts and it will help. So I have begun to do so down below. There is a summary of things. I'm not sure what all of you will be interested in hearing, so I just touched on things here and there, If you want to hear more on anything particular, let me know and I'll elaborate. I could also use some help/new friends to help me out of this funk I'm in. Also, ask any questions that you want to about me. Nothing offends me (even though I'll pretend a bit every so often). Enough of this rambling, let me start with the early years. I will try to do all the history posts in chronological order, but this post is to sum up my first 12 years. It all started in the womb...
Okay, so maybe not back that far. Let me start by saying I grew up poor. Really poor.
My parents met in High School in New Jersey back in the 70's. My mother was 16, my father was 21 I think. They got pregnant, but she miscarried. You'd think one of 'em would have been scared into learning a lesson. But nope, she was pregnant at 17 and had me at 18. Oh yeah, she didn't finish High School either. Things were rough but at least we were a family. Three years later, they were separated. He didn't want any more kids, my mother got pregnant against his wishes. It was not the only reason, but it was the final straw. So from 3 to 6, it was the three of us (mom, me, brother). I have very few memories from that time frame. I remember acting older than I was (after all, I was the man of the house). I remember learning to ride a bike (also the first time that I learned to walk away when frustrated, cool off, then try again). I remember my baby brother cracking open his skull by falling down steps (as if that wasn't funny enough, the day he got out of the hospital, my babysitter was carrying him on her shoulders, tripped and my brother reopened his skull. Too funny). Lastly, I remember one night in particular. My mother was working that evening and I did something to get yelled at by the babysitter. She sent me to bed early and for some reason I took it hard an d felt very unloved. So I laid there with my head at the foot of my bed, sad as can be. My babysitter came in to check on me and I pretended to be asleep. She moved me around to be in bed the right way and gave me kiss on my forehead. As you get to know me through the future blogs, you'll realize that I am not very emotional. I don't know how to be. My mother was a closed bottle and my father wasn't really there, so I was raised to have thick skin. So it was really weird that my guard was down that night. And even weirder that all it took was a kiss on the forehead for me to feel loved.
So, as I turned 6, my mother was telling me that we had to find a new place to live. I assumed it would be with her boyfriend, a guy who owned his own pizza joint. When he asked her to marry him though, she ran from him. My hopeful future was gone. At 6. She instead started dating an auto mechanic and after two dates, we all moved in with him. This was the end of any chance to have a good life. I knew there was something different about him. He was completely different than the pizza joint owner, and that can't have been good. Although I had a bad feeling, I didn't let on to my little brother about it (I still felt like the man of the family, a role I've had for 3 years now). My brother and I shared a bed in our bedroom. We would wake up and find slugs on our walls and floor. He refused to let her work, so we lived on his meager salary. We often went without hot water and other stuff, but this guy always had his cigarettes, coca cola (at least 2 liters a day), and marijuana. Within the first week, we had gotten into it as I was running water for a bath. Fully clothed with my back to the tub, he pushed me as hard as he could. I fell back into the tub and hit my head on the tiling hard anough to crack it and put a huge knot on the back of my head. It was at that point that I first hated him. We moved again when I was 8, then again when I was 10, and again when I was 12. All within the same town and so I got to stay in the same school. Here's a bright spot to my childhood up to this point... After kindergarten, my teacher recognized above average intelligence in me and I was bussed to a school for an honors program from the 1st grade on, so no matter where we moved within the town, I was bussed to the same place. Other memories... I had to write a 50 page book reort on England and France in the 19th century. When was this? The 6th grade (We had a school strictly for the 6th grade and we were separated my abilities. Somehow I ended up in the top class and we got our asses worked off). I also broke both of my wrists at the same time in the 6th grade while playing football. And I think that's enough of the early years. There really is more than 2 paragraphs worth of stuff in the first 12 years of my life, but I've bored you all enough (especially since you know nothing about me in the present).
All of the good stuff started when I turned 13. But that's for another time.
Thanks for stopping by and getting all the way through this very boring post. Please drop me a comment letting me know you were here and say anything.
B'gye
Dirty
I gotta tell ya how ironic life is... so, years ago Drake Cyanide and I would hang out in various places in the world, and there was nothing I wouldn't say, nothing I wouldn't do (within marital laws mind you). And Drake was much, much more reserved (he had his shining moments though, don't get me wrong). Anyway, just this past Tuesday I came to his town and we got together and went out for some beers. How things experienced in life change a person. He has become me and I am now who he was. He flirts, he gets laughter, he is so outgoing now. I am much more introverted now. Shy to talk to women, not willing to tell a joke for a laugh, etc (although I have my moments every now and then). I guess what I'm saying is (in my best and very apt Fat Bastard voioce)...
Give me back my mojo, Drake!!!!!!!!
Okay, not really. Keep it. You've seen me. I have no need for it anymore. Go forth and flirt. You are no longer a Padawan. Good luck.
Oh my. I sound so depressed. Maybe I am. Drake has told me to vent in the posts and it will help. So I have begun to do so down below. There is a summary of things. I'm not sure what all of you will be interested in hearing, so I just touched on things here and there, If you want to hear more on anything particular, let me know and I'll elaborate. I could also use some help/new friends to help me out of this funk I'm in. Also, ask any questions that you want to about me. Nothing offends me (even though I'll pretend a bit every so often). Enough of this rambling, let me start with the early years. I will try to do all the history posts in chronological order, but this post is to sum up my first 12 years. It all started in the womb...
Okay, so maybe not back that far. Let me start by saying I grew up poor. Really poor.
My parents met in High School in New Jersey back in the 70's. My mother was 16, my father was 21 I think. They got pregnant, but she miscarried. You'd think one of 'em would have been scared into learning a lesson. But nope, she was pregnant at 17 and had me at 18. Oh yeah, she didn't finish High School either. Things were rough but at least we were a family. Three years later, they were separated. He didn't want any more kids, my mother got pregnant against his wishes. It was not the only reason, but it was the final straw. So from 3 to 6, it was the three of us (mom, me, brother). I have very few memories from that time frame. I remember acting older than I was (after all, I was the man of the house). I remember learning to ride a bike (also the first time that I learned to walk away when frustrated, cool off, then try again). I remember my baby brother cracking open his skull by falling down steps (as if that wasn't funny enough, the day he got out of the hospital, my babysitter was carrying him on her shoulders, tripped and my brother reopened his skull. Too funny). Lastly, I remember one night in particular. My mother was working that evening and I did something to get yelled at by the babysitter. She sent me to bed early and for some reason I took it hard an d felt very unloved. So I laid there with my head at the foot of my bed, sad as can be. My babysitter came in to check on me and I pretended to be asleep. She moved me around to be in bed the right way and gave me kiss on my forehead. As you get to know me through the future blogs, you'll realize that I am not very emotional. I don't know how to be. My mother was a closed bottle and my father wasn't really there, so I was raised to have thick skin. So it was really weird that my guard was down that night. And even weirder that all it took was a kiss on the forehead for me to feel loved.
So, as I turned 6, my mother was telling me that we had to find a new place to live. I assumed it would be with her boyfriend, a guy who owned his own pizza joint. When he asked her to marry him though, she ran from him. My hopeful future was gone. At 6. She instead started dating an auto mechanic and after two dates, we all moved in with him. This was the end of any chance to have a good life. I knew there was something different about him. He was completely different than the pizza joint owner, and that can't have been good. Although I had a bad feeling, I didn't let on to my little brother about it (I still felt like the man of the family, a role I've had for 3 years now). My brother and I shared a bed in our bedroom. We would wake up and find slugs on our walls and floor. He refused to let her work, so we lived on his meager salary. We often went without hot water and other stuff, but this guy always had his cigarettes, coca cola (at least 2 liters a day), and marijuana. Within the first week, we had gotten into it as I was running water for a bath. Fully clothed with my back to the tub, he pushed me as hard as he could. I fell back into the tub and hit my head on the tiling hard anough to crack it and put a huge knot on the back of my head. It was at that point that I first hated him. We moved again when I was 8, then again when I was 10, and again when I was 12. All within the same town and so I got to stay in the same school. Here's a bright spot to my childhood up to this point... After kindergarten, my teacher recognized above average intelligence in me and I was bussed to a school for an honors program from the 1st grade on, so no matter where we moved within the town, I was bussed to the same place. Other memories... I had to write a 50 page book reort on England and France in the 19th century. When was this? The 6th grade (We had a school strictly for the 6th grade and we were separated my abilities. Somehow I ended up in the top class and we got our asses worked off). I also broke both of my wrists at the same time in the 6th grade while playing football. And I think that's enough of the early years. There really is more than 2 paragraphs worth of stuff in the first 12 years of my life, but I've bored you all enough (especially since you know nothing about me in the present).
All of the good stuff started when I turned 13. But that's for another time.
Thanks for stopping by and getting all the way through this very boring post. Please drop me a comment letting me know you were here and say anything.
B'gye
Dirty
Friday, August 25, 2006
The first (of 3) stupid posts
'ello all!
Welcome to my first ever post. Exciting, isn't it? Like the title says, this is only the first stupid post. Two more will appear at some time in the future. I know, I know, you want them now. Well, too bad. You're just gonna have to suffer with non-stupid blogs that I post until then! Trust me, I have a War and Peace novel's worth of good stories for everyone out there and my life is not even half-way over (what, you don't know when you're gonna die?). Well, I gotta go for now. Will write extensively later. Just drop me a hello if you've stopped by.
B'gye
Dirty
Welcome to my first ever post. Exciting, isn't it? Like the title says, this is only the first stupid post. Two more will appear at some time in the future. I know, I know, you want them now. Well, too bad. You're just gonna have to suffer with non-stupid blogs that I post until then! Trust me, I have a War and Peace novel's worth of good stories for everyone out there and my life is not even half-way over (what, you don't know when you're gonna die?). Well, I gotta go for now. Will write extensively later. Just drop me a hello if you've stopped by.
B'gye
Dirty
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