Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright. The finale of the PRIDE GP. It's gonna be the shit. I am so excited. Mostly cause a bunch of fools are coming over to my pad and we're gonna drink margaritas and eat pizza whilst watching the world's best combat athletes beat the shit out of each other for money. I don't think that, for me anyhow life get's any better then this.
Mike Sexton, Evil knows mike. That is, uhm no, it's neither weird nor unexpected. EVIL, what is/was he like. I never knew him as a person, just as an asshole. That last post, the one about Sexton. It was weak. Only cause i blamed him for what was really my fault. Ok, he vicked me. That's true, but i let him and i let it effect me for a long time.
One thing that i know is the the past isn't the future. If i woulda known that at the time then, i guess i wouldn't be in therapy and on pills and all sorts of shit. What i mean to say is that i am the one responsible for all of that shit. I could have let him do his worst, i could have told someone, i could have stabbed him first. I had options and the one that i chose was to be puss. Gotta learn to live with that. What is hard to live with is knowing all that i know now and all the mistakes that i made cause i fell into a pattern of being whooped on. Ugh, i hate to write about this gay stuff. Back to the GP...
It's gonna rule. I should have some pictures tomorrow. Maybe the next day...
Mike Sexton, Evil knows mike. That is, uhm no, it's neither weird nor unexpected. EVIL, what is/was he like. I never knew him as a person, just as an asshole. That last post, the one about Sexton. It was weak. Only cause i blamed him for what was really my fault. Ok, he vicked me. That's true, but i let him and i let it effect me for a long time.
One thing that i know is the the past isn't the future. If i woulda known that at the time then, i guess i wouldn't be in therapy and on pills and all sorts of shit. What i mean to say is that i am the one responsible for all of that shit. I could have let him do his worst, i could have told someone, i could have stabbed him first. I had options and the one that i chose was to be puss. Gotta learn to live with that. What is hard to live with is knowing all that i know now and all the mistakes that i made cause i fell into a pattern of being whooped on. Ugh, i hate to write about this gay stuff. Back to the GP...
It's gonna rule. I should have some pictures tomorrow. Maybe the next day...
Friday, August 26, 2005
If you wrote me off I'd understand it
Cause I've been on Some other planet
So come pick me upI've landed
:ben folds/ landed
I was thinking about this guy Mike Sexton. He was my junior high bully. He started kicking my ass the first day of seventh grade. His bully gimmick was a switchblade that he carried in his coat pocket. He liked to push me up against walls or lockers so he could covertly poke at my, at the time fat belly with his knife without the teachers seeing.
I was terrified of this guy. He was he liked to tell me about how he was going to stab the shit out of me or slit my throat if he ran into me after school. So i'd truck home to avoid being killed. Man, even today i don't know if he was serious or not. The kid was totally fucked in the head. He was one of those cat killing types. I don't know if he ever actually did that but rumors ran rampant about this one time he ran over his cat with a lawn mower. I hope that it didn't happen but judging by what i saw of him it prolly did.
He was in 9th while i was in 7th so he went off to Santa Rosa High after one year of tormenting me. I sometimes wonder what happened to him. I hope it was bad. I think that Mike set the precedent of me being a victim throughout school.
He, and his knife made me weak and i think that the other predators could smell my fear. I was an easy mark. I got used to not defending myself and once that happens it's easier to just roll up in a ball and take the hits then it is to do anything in your own defense. I remember getting picked on by kids smaller then me. I was a broken person. In a lot of ways i still am.
Once i cut my hand but the wound was not part of me/ now i'm a man and there's a wound at the heart of me.
Cause I've been on Some other planet
So come pick me upI've landed
:ben folds/ landed
I was thinking about this guy Mike Sexton. He was my junior high bully. He started kicking my ass the first day of seventh grade. His bully gimmick was a switchblade that he carried in his coat pocket. He liked to push me up against walls or lockers so he could covertly poke at my, at the time fat belly with his knife without the teachers seeing.
I was terrified of this guy. He was he liked to tell me about how he was going to stab the shit out of me or slit my throat if he ran into me after school. So i'd truck home to avoid being killed. Man, even today i don't know if he was serious or not. The kid was totally fucked in the head. He was one of those cat killing types. I don't know if he ever actually did that but rumors ran rampant about this one time he ran over his cat with a lawn mower. I hope that it didn't happen but judging by what i saw of him it prolly did.
He was in 9th while i was in 7th so he went off to Santa Rosa High after one year of tormenting me. I sometimes wonder what happened to him. I hope it was bad. I think that Mike set the precedent of me being a victim throughout school.
He, and his knife made me weak and i think that the other predators could smell my fear. I was an easy mark. I got used to not defending myself and once that happens it's easier to just roll up in a ball and take the hits then it is to do anything in your own defense. I remember getting picked on by kids smaller then me. I was a broken person. In a lot of ways i still am.
Once i cut my hand but the wound was not part of me/ now i'm a man and there's a wound at the heart of me.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
hey, know the other day. How i told you about that hella-copter that was flying around my block? Well some dude wrote into our local paper, The Press Democrat. It's owned by the New Your Times, if that shit matters to you. Anyhow, here is a link to it.... LINK . It's sort of amusing. Considering you know the real story....
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I'm gonna post more on this later. I have some thoughts about Young MC. I see him as an innovator of sorts. Not like GrandWizard Theodore or whatever but i'd put him up there with some people that might suprise you. He's, musically at least as important as uhm, shit, EPMD? Ya, i'd have to say that he's an early innovator in the field of pop rap. Maybe the most important one to come along til Vanilla I-C-E dropped Ice Ice Baby. I mean who didn't like Bust A Move back in the day? It's good. Still good I think. I was just listening to, uhm, I come off? I like that song. The version that i had was sort of sped up a bit. I dug it. I was just dancing around a bit.
Ugh, i think that now my mood is ruining this. I'm going to go and kick my dog. Oola. She deserves it. I'm sure she shit somewhere or did something sometime that i haven't discovered yet. Bitch ass dog.
I saw Young MC once. At Fisherman's Wharf. This was like 15 years ago. 1990? Some shit like that. I was still in high school. I was dating this chick and we went there together. I remember that i bought a hat at this small habidashery. It was blue, the hat. Anyhow, Young was with his entourage and he looked really happy to be at the pier.
I seem to recall that i thought his head was oversized for his frame. I said "Yo, Young Mc" or something like that when he passed. He said "hey". This was after his fame had peaked and passed. He seemed cool enough.
Remind me to tell you about how i called Tom Waits on the phone last week. It's kind of a boring story but worth telling, i guess.
Ugh, i think that now my mood is ruining this. I'm going to go and kick my dog. Oola. She deserves it. I'm sure she shit somewhere or did something sometime that i haven't discovered yet. Bitch ass dog.
I saw Young MC once. At Fisherman's Wharf. This was like 15 years ago. 1990? Some shit like that. I was still in high school. I was dating this chick and we went there together. I remember that i bought a hat at this small habidashery. It was blue, the hat. Anyhow, Young was with his entourage and he looked really happy to be at the pier.
I seem to recall that i thought his head was oversized for his frame. I said "Yo, Young Mc" or something like that when he passed. He said "hey". This was after his fame had peaked and passed. He seemed cool enough.
Remind me to tell you about how i called Tom Waits on the phone last week. It's kind of a boring story but worth telling, i guess.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
this is my closet. It contains my collection of wrestling and MMA tapes. I want to hire someone to label and file them...
Monday, August 22, 2005
wierd. I was taking a poo. I was really cleaning out the pipes as they say when i heard this super loud rumbling. It was an aircraft of some sort. It was really fucking loud. So i hopped off the pooper and ran outside to check it out.
So, dig this. It was some huge ass military helicopter doing doughnuts over this house like, half a block away. The folks who lived there came out and started waving and jumping around and shit. I know them, sort of. So i went down to axe what was up. Turns out that their nephew was shipping out that day and decided to fly his 'copter around Rincon Valley as a way to say goodbye. Zelly really dug it. It was funny, they were waving and showing off their guns and stuff.
Ya know, it would have been a really neat, reckless, hillbilly moment if it wasn't in fact a going away party for some kid who is prolly gonna go and get his scrote blown off by some 13 year old Iraqi who just wants us to bone out of his hood. Wac.
That kind of put a damper on things once i thought about it. What a drag, getting your scrote blown off.
So, dig this. It was some huge ass military helicopter doing doughnuts over this house like, half a block away. The folks who lived there came out and started waving and jumping around and shit. I know them, sort of. So i went down to axe what was up. Turns out that their nephew was shipping out that day and decided to fly his 'copter around Rincon Valley as a way to say goodbye. Zelly really dug it. It was funny, they were waving and showing off their guns and stuff.
Ya know, it would have been a really neat, reckless, hillbilly moment if it wasn't in fact a going away party for some kid who is prolly gonna go and get his scrote blown off by some 13 year old Iraqi who just wants us to bone out of his hood. Wac.
That kind of put a damper on things once i thought about it. What a drag, getting your scrote blown off.
well, this is the new template. I hope that you like it. I d, kind a. Check out over to the left. I put a couple of things on EBAY. I'd like for you to buy something. I need the skrill. Man, i've been a broken person lately. Things are WAY rough around the ranch. Zelly is a dick, Maritza is moody and i'm like inches away from a big time breakdown. I think that i can hold it together. No, i know i can. I think that i'm at the end here. I just need to maintain for, prolly a week or so more. Word.
Saw the UFC the other day. Jeremy Horn got WAXED by Chuck Liddell. I don't think that's a suprise but the ease at which he wooped on him is impressive. Horn is no joke. Chuck must not be either at this point.
We're having a little party next week. For the Pride Grand Prix finale. I'm picking Vanderlei Silva. Gotta go for the champ but i won't be suprised in any way if he loses. Dude, i gotta go. I just didn't want anyone to think i died. I didn't. I just want to.
Saw the UFC the other day. Jeremy Horn got WAXED by Chuck Liddell. I don't think that's a suprise but the ease at which he wooped on him is impressive. Horn is no joke. Chuck must not be either at this point.
We're having a little party next week. For the Pride Grand Prix finale. I'm picking Vanderlei Silva. Gotta go for the champ but i won't be suprised in any way if he loses. Dude, i gotta go. I just didn't want anyone to think i died. I didn't. I just want to.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Bill Stockton's Satirium Satire Humor Parody Satirical Headlines | Photo Gallery of George Bush's Fondness for Bald Heads ugh, what would you do if this cat rubbed your head? Word, i'd be so bugged out. Man, i gotta go to the factory right about now but i have a cool story about this dog we found and reunited with it's owner. Reunited and it feels so good......
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Asking people if they are off their meds is like the new way of axing them if they are all bugged out or what? It's true though, lately if i'm off my meds for a day. Like if i forget to take them one morning then i face the odds that i'm fixin' to be wigged the next day.
That's what happened yesterday. I woke up totally weird. Like confused and jumpy. I had to call in sick to work because i was going to fall asleep and i couldn't control it. I didn't do it though, fall asleep. I got a crappy movie on PPV. (White Noise w/ Micheal Keaton. It SUCKS.) and layed on the couch all disheveled and shit. Then Weiss cam by, then my brother came by so i had to entertain when i could barely keep my eyes open. I think i was allright though, as a host. In my mixed up state i say really funny, revealing things. I was all introspective and gloomy. Dark, bitter and pajama clad.
Well, i'm working at Rinc again in a few, 35 minutes. Everyone there is always late so i might be too. Bad idea really. If i'm late then everyone else will be on time and I'll look bad. How could i look worse?
That's what happened yesterday. I woke up totally weird. Like confused and jumpy. I had to call in sick to work because i was going to fall asleep and i couldn't control it. I didn't do it though, fall asleep. I got a crappy movie on PPV. (White Noise w/ Micheal Keaton. It SUCKS.) and layed on the couch all disheveled and shit. Then Weiss cam by, then my brother came by so i had to entertain when i could barely keep my eyes open. I think i was allright though, as a host. In my mixed up state i say really funny, revealing things. I was all introspective and gloomy. Dark, bitter and pajama clad.
Well, i'm working at Rinc again in a few, 35 minutes. Everyone there is always late so i might be too. Bad idea really. If i'm late then everyone else will be on time and I'll look bad. How could i look worse?
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Well, nothing fun here. Move along. I found out that a 34 year old friend of mine is dating a young man that just this past wed celebrated his 21st b-day. Good for him, and her. She's such a pain in the ass that there is no way in hell that someone in her age group could handle the shit she serves up.Too much energy expansion. Codger would die. DIE. I kid. Kind of. She is gonna read this and get offended. I thought she was done with Halo boy anyway but whatever. It's not my biz. I like to break balls. She has a very small head and weird little feet. Slow whatever, indeed.
Sara is getting married soon. I hope Joe knows what he's in for. With her, not the wedding. Here's my advice. Being married is a matter of years. You'll have good ones and bad ones. Years. Gotta calculate it that way. Gotta think long term. It's the only way to last. Gotta have a joint checking acct. Can't fuck around with that each paying half of the rent shit. You're one person. I like to think of us (Maritza and Me) as a team or a business. Gotta be adults and share. Doesn't matter who makes what. You both share the total. If one makes 1.00 the other 2.00 then you both made 3;00 and take the rent outta that. It's tough. Figure that the person you married isn't the person you'll die with. People change. Drastically. You'll see. That's not bad.
I gotta go.. Be nice
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Sara is getting married soon. I hope Joe knows what he's in for. With her, not the wedding. Here's my advice. Being married is a matter of years. You'll have good ones and bad ones. Years. Gotta calculate it that way. Gotta think long term. It's the only way to last. Gotta have a joint checking acct. Can't fuck around with that each paying half of the rent shit. You're one person. I like to think of us (Maritza and Me) as a team or a business. Gotta be adults and share. Doesn't matter who makes what. You both share the total. If one makes 1.00 the other 2.00 then you both made 3;00 and take the rent outta that. It's tough. Figure that the person you married isn't the person you'll die with. People change. Drastically. You'll see. That's not bad.
I gotta go.. Be nice