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are ringing and now my heads full of better off dead... [02 Jan 2009|04:55am] [ mood | crushed ] [ music | "godlovesugly" atmosphere ] Ive experienced alot of things in my life...but none compare to the ones i experienced last night. I am lucky to be alive...or am i? I passed out in a ditch in freezing weather, and woke up with a bloody nose, vomit all over myself, and skin irritated from the cold. I dont want to go to far into the details of the evening, but in the end, I did something i never thought i would do...and i cannot apologize enough. I think back to all of the things i did before i drank, and i missed them. I think of all of the lonely nights i spent home on the weekends in high school when nobody invited me to parties because i wasnt a drinker, and i wanted to feel that hurt all over again. That hurt was way better than this one. People ALWAYS drink for the wrong reasons...and i know that now. I started drinking because i felt alienated, and i wanted to be part of the crowd. As of last night, i feel like i never want to be in with the "in crowd" ever again. The real me is back. The me that didnt care that people thought he was a pussy for not drinking. My heart hurts so fucking bad right now...i just want this to go away. Heres to hoping.

are ringing "Man, aint nobody do nothin' on sunday!"--josh guthrie [29 Apr 2007|09:39am] [ mood | like a wkend warrior ] [ music | "i knew you before" dustin kensrue ] Holy shit, an update. The only reason is because I couldnt be bothered with hassle of trying to build a new livejournal, xanga, or blogster page. Just too lazy, so I guess im sticking to what works. Its been a long time since ive posted or even logged in, so i want scale back through the weeks as I feel every detail leaves nothing thought and concludes that i am in fact a boring person. Anyways, right now I am currently in Hutchison, KS...Last night, we played over in Salina. I got up about 15 minutes ago because someone in the house can sleep through their alarm clock thats been going off for over an hour. The band is divided 3 ways at the moment, davey and josh in salina in a cheap motel (weird), Adam in wichita, and dylan and I in hutchison. Thank god we'll have a new van next week. No more car caravans. Anyways some amazing shits happened in the last few months...but thats a story ill tell u in person i guess. Im just saying, im back. Thank christ someone finally shut that alarm off.

5 Chimes are ringing Its been a long fucking time... [15 Dec 2006|02:30am] [ mood | confused ] [ music | "birth of a fish" eyedea and abilities ] Its been far to long since Ive posted here. Since ive been away in my own world ive decided more and more changes are in order. The move to lawrence is becoming more and more real. Tattoo and I just spent the weekend in our soon to be home town looking around and catching a show. I must say if you havent seen Amon Amarth live, do so. They are vikings. No shit. Its becoming more and more simple for me to leave by the day. Bret and Raul are 16 hours away in Phoenix. My mom and dad are insane. Sarah and I hardly speak these days. JT is here every now and then but is still technically gone. Sean and I are hanging out again, but most often just at work. Stana and I see less and less of each other by the day. Katie is in topeka. Alex is in Greeley. Joey is at El Con or wherever Joey goes. Jennifer hates me and I have myself to blame. The falke and I are almost fucking strangers. Emma is in Texas. Matt Huber is in Oklahoma. I never see Kelcy. Never see Trey. Never see the Cap himself. Never see Theo. Only see Alex Palomarez drunk. Buck is gone. I talk to amber only in emails. To krissy in mostly texts. Everyone is on the go, going or gone. What the fuck is that shit? Everyone is beginning their lives past the now, and I admit...I dont like it too much. Times were once simple and fantastic at the same time. Last year seems epic in my head. Hanging at addisons, playing shows, waking up in the afternoon and watching movies with stana till all hours of the morning, driving around with bret and stealing donuts at the store, throwing shows just so everyone could hardcore dance, Hanging out with sarah even through the ups and downs, making racist jokes with michelle, the late night vent sessions driving around with joey or jt, my easy fucking job, the comfort. Its all behind me. As JT used to tell me "Its all part of gods cruel design." Leaving seems like the answer. Ive never wanted to leave somewhere so much in my life. I feel like I am on a sinking ship and I have to decide to abandon ship or go down with it. If any of you read this, message me. Call me. Email me. Whatever. I fucking love all of you so much, and I dont want to lose any of you...but id rather not lose myself. Heres to venting.

are ringing everybody is half win and half lose... [06 Nov 2006|01:47am] [ mood | I'll miss you seth. ] [ music | "demons away" matt skiba ] Long time no see. Tomorrow morning they will bury Seth Algrim, the quiet kid who sat behind me in math class. A kid who had his life together in such a perfect manner. A person who did everything right because he was tired of being wrong. I'm really going to miss seeing seth around. He was one of those people you just cant forget. One of those people who would just say hello to you for no reason, and ask how youve been. I think its true...The good do die young. But why? Im out.

are ringing [09 Oct 2006|09:39pm] [ mood | chiefs won a fucking game. ] [ music | "dont move (live version)" butch walker ] I just wrote a long letter to kyle bayens from glass houses sink ships after receiving one from him earlier today. It was good to hear from him. Ive decided that any person I have something i need to say to, or any person who I havent talked to in forever will be getting one of these letters from me. Dont think ive lingered on old shit or anything...I just think for my own personal well being I need to say everything. Dont ask me why, I just have a gut feeling. Who knows, maybe ill die in a week or something. Weird. Ortiz/Shamrock tomorrow night after class! 9pm! Get ahold of me.

are ringing "Is this girl dating this guy, or does she just voluteer & take retards to shows?"--Joey Irsik [05 Oct 2006|05:06pm] [ mood | mongo sees a raccoon. ] [ music | "belly full of hell" planes mistaken for stars ] Im in dire need of an update. Here it is, in all its glory. Its been a couple of weeks since I got back from boulder, but rehashing the story still hasnt managed to wear out its welcome. Joey and I left late on a friday night. I pounded a mixture of tylenol, tea, robitussin and herbal coughdrops to combat a flu-like bug that had seemed to hit me earlier in the morning. The drive to Burlington wasnt a long one at all. It went quickly and smoothly. I talked to Jenna on the phone for the first time in a year during this time. Good things aside, I still get a nervous feeling in my stomach everytime we pass Goodland, where we were once lost two tires and 150 dollars in repairs. Fuck the small businesses of America. We arrived at my good friend Leevi's house around 130 am, mountain time. Thats right, Leevi with two E's. His last name is also Nesbitt which also makes me laugh. I just had to make note of that. Back to my story... Joey and I crashed on a wrap around couch watching family guy. The first time I woke up, I was choking on a coughdrop i fell asleep with in my mouth. Luckily, I didnt die...and crashed for a few hours more until joey woke me up. After we had all woken up, Joey, Joe, Leevi and I got something to eat and toured the three blocks that make up bulington, colorado. I was relieved when Joe suggested we all go to Jordan and Christians house and jam out. It was fun to play with Blood To Avail. Of all the bands we ever played with last year, i made the most close friends out of blood to avail. Anyone who is willing to let me crash at there house is a friend. Anyone who buys me and my friends pizza is an even better friend. Anyone who punches me in the junk for making fun of them is my really good friend. I love those burlington kids. I havent met one person from there that i dont like. And on we headed to Boulder... We arrived in denver in time to beat the shitty gridlock traffic, and it was smooth sailing the rest of the way. We checked into the motel (which misadvertised there pool as being swimmable) and got ready for the show. After an unsucessful search for Chipoltes we settled for a dairy queen on the same block as the Fox Theatre, that way we could be close to the show. Upon entering i began to notice that this was possible the worst diry queen in history. This was the menu: Barbeque Sandwhich Dorito and BBQ Chips...They ran out of BBQ chips in our presence. 2 types of blizzards Soft drinks EXCEPT Pepsi That was it. After our shitty meal i considered burning the place to the ground. I admit saying a little prayer hoping the rest of the night wouldnt leave a bitter taste in my mouth as the 12 time reheated BBQ sandwich had. We waited outside. I was feeling stupid for not grabbing a zipup. I began to notice that of all the people in front of the Fox theatre, i was maybe one of 5 that were 21 or under...I am definatly not used to that. It was good to see a show with more people my age. Less bickering and bullshit made for a good show. Our first encounter with a kid named josh was during the in between set karaoke. Josh karaoked whitney houston. Glorius. It was definatly better than the opening band, who i give credit to for playing with pnemonia and having there guitar player playing with a broken foot. Still...horrid. I was already sick enough without having to watch a pink spiders ripoff play with pnemonia. Butch Walker and The Lets Go Out Tonights played next. It was easily one of the best shows ive been to in the last few years. We met a girl named amber and some weird kid who was tagging along with her. I knew he wasnt all there when he asked us how the drive from kansas through wyoming was. Somehow we managed to meet back up with them during our hour and a half post-show wait for butch walker by the tour buses. I also met a colorado version of gator, but he was a bit scarier. Afterwards we got dennys with amber and the chump joey and i have dubbed Mongo, since we didnt bother to learn his name. Devil-beard kid showed up. So did karaoke josh who turned out to be in a pretty good band called Handicapped Love Affair (check them out). All in all it was nice to talk music and talk shit with cool people. Even mongo. The next day was simplistic. Woke up. Hit waxtrax in denver. Ate Chipoltes. Drove through gridlock. Hit independent records. Drove to burlington. We then realize joey had left his pillow at leevis house in burlington... In trying to get joeys pillow back from leevi, things once again got eventful. Leevis girlfriend answered the phone during sex and i couldnt make out what was going on. So of course, i called back. Then Joey called back, then i called back each time sounding as if they were running a decatholon and both talking incoherently. We caught on then...and it was confirmed later. Wow. After our unintentional bout with phone sex...we got joeys pillow, and headed for garden city. Closing the book on another trip leaving the bar high for the next. Im so tired of livejournal now. Though I will try and update more often.

2 Chimes are ringing "I havent had anything to eat besides some mcdonalds i found in the trash..."--JT Wohlenhaus [14 Sep 2006|12:46pm] [ mood | vast improvements. ] [ music | "queen of pain"--the alkaline trio ] Days off havent exactly been the glory they once were. Especially when your woken up EARLIER than days you have to be at work or school. JT was in town the other day. We ate some golden dragon for a bit until I had to be off to school. It felt like i hadnt seen JT in years. Its starting to feel that way with alot of people, places, and things. Anyways. Ive reminded myself that I should focus on only good things rather than questionable ones. Things like writing, school and the girl fight. Yes. Other than that...uhhh...i saw to black guys get into a fight at the college the other days. It was neat. Ive also gone to titling all of my LJ entries with the best quotes of that day. Boulder, CO this weekend for butch walker. Burlington, CO for company. Word.

are ringing "Man, that sucked; I kept getting only guy channels..."--Derik Delgado [05 Sep 2006|04:21pm] [ mood | amused ] [ music | "farewell note to this city" converge ] There is no reason for me to EVER navigate while someone else is driving. I hold the map wrong, dont watch exits, cant tell you east from west, etc. Wichita was no exception. Finding the venue become an hour long process on friday...but in the end the show was worth the bother. I hadnt gone to a show with a group since last year sometime with Bret, Addison and Party man...and even then we didnt get into that show. After Darkest Hour, we checked into our motel..Derik, Raul and I in one room...Gill, Kaleb, Tattoo and Dylan in another. Im sure it was a horrible trip for tattoo...as he was already pissed at kaleb and dylan. We slept in the next day and left wichita around 11:45. I was scheduled to work at noon...so needless to say i was late. Sometime around Dodge, Derik blew his transmission and we were stranded near a wind farm surrounded only by corn and milo fields. This is the 3rd time this has happened to me in my life. A-Rod made the save and risked his job to drive us home. All in all...good and bad, it was memorable. That aside.. I think the real lesson we learned this weekend is that no matter how many tokens you put into a porn booth machine...your only going to piss away your time avoiding the gay porn and tranny channels...Right Derik? Class tonight. Work tomorrow. Off on thursday. Someone call me.

2 Chimes are ringing "Pinky promise me that you will take this class, dummy"--Stana Rose [31 Aug 2006|09:58pm] [ mood | ready for the show ] [ music | "the last dance massacre" darkest hour ] Things are going extremely well. Tomorrow night is a night ive waited for since I missed them in march. Yep...Darkest Hour. Wichita. Not much else to speak of...Stana tricked me into enrolling in another college class. Its cool though, tattoo is in there as well. Ive been writing songs like crazy trying to get prepared for recording early next year. Im glad people are excited about the new record...some even more excited than i am. Thats a good feeling to have. Anyways...im heading to timeout with the guys tonight. Yeah. I know JT. Say it. Anyways Ill update another time.

1 Chimes are ringing she said "im sure you do this all the time, right?"... [23 Aug 2006|01:49am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | Raul playing a get up kids song. ] Ive come to realize that I have been an asshole for so long now that people have a hard time acceptinging that ive changed alot of those formulas to make myself a kinder person. Sure from time to time I will lash out and go off on a deserving shithead or two, but things are really different now. Sometimes, i dont return calls. Sometimes I dont text you back. Sometimes I get off msn without saying goodnight or talk to you later. Sometimes I dont hang out with you for weeks at a time. Sometimes I break dates or dont make it when i say i will. Shit happens. This doesnt mean i hate you, this just means im a self absorbed prick who has stopped to concern myself with my life for a moment or two. Leave me be. I was happy to find out that bret is doing well in arizona. I will more than likely spend thanksgiving in Mesa this year much to the dismay of my family. They have had me around for 20 of them already. They can spare at least one for bret. The girl fight is recording a new record in a few months. This has me excited. I cannot wait to be playing again, especially with my best friends. There is no better feeling. Tonight raul and i walked through the cemetary for no particular reason other than boredomn. We stopped and made dylan give us something to drink on the way. Its good to hang out with Raul again, it had been awhile. Im glad everyone is back to getting along. I love my college classes by the way. I love the challenge they are presenting. I have met quite a few new people as well which is cool. Im stopping here...because i sound like a piece of shit teenage girl just going on about her unimportant life. Im going to put a gun in my mouth now. Kiiiiiidddddddddiiiing.

are ringing Sometimes I want to stab you and sell you in parts. [18 Aug 2006|02:13pm] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | "fucking fight" planes mistaken for stars ] All the wrong people are moving away to continue there lives. Bret. JT. Katie Bell. Jared Law. Katie and Jared both left this morning; Katie for topeka...Jared for manhattan. Who knows if i will see or hear from either of them again. I feel like I had alot more to tell them than good luck and be safe. Thats the way the world works sometimes. You say goodbye without knowing its goodbye.

1 Chimes are ringing [08 Aug 2006|06:58pm] "Dont Kill Them With Kindness, Use Guns." ----------------------------------- Take deep breaths and hold them. Your face a pale white scene. Paying compliment to shores washed clean. The lids close in casket blinks. Even catholic eyes can be honest. Dusk paints us in chalk. Circling gunless are the lessons. A last chance given. The lids close in casket blinks. Lifetimes have past the party, but not without a drink. One more drag and you're done. Black kiss passing smoke between breath and tounge. Smoke rings circle your finger calling engagement to failure. This room of strangers just background noise. Let me hear your recital. You're in there somewhere. You've said to me that you save my letters. Your face a failed white scene. Paying compliment to shores washed clean. Familiar pose. The oh so familiar pose. "You Never Once Asked Me What Happened In Chicago" ---------------------------------------------- Handguns down she held her breath. His bright mind drew her in drastics. Silent couples converse as strangers. No one confesses quite like she does. Triggers pulled in moments oppurtune. Watch our years fold to circa. Shots sing tonight in falsetto. God allows visible breath. Dance without a partner. Name this instance after me. Calmly cross a flatline. Through your chest where rythmn keeps. My eyelids propose. Dead eyes over white cheeks. Date without a kiss. The ironic say goodnight. Pistol, do you hear?. Kiss the cheek as I once did. When this dance is over, You'll know I exist. Her face in drastics. On paramedics matching a pulse while dancing in flatlines. You never asked me of that night in the windy city, where snapped poloroids could have easily been necks. My steps are drowing in these great lakes in tune with the plot and its twist. Her face the drastic. Mine wearing the glitz. The glamour lost under breath held at gunpoint. "A Melody Of Girl And Place" ----------------------------------- Delicate fingers thread the syntax without a thimble. Take her hands and break the digits when you can no longer count on them. Know me before you try to find another day of your life through my eyes. We are the wake and the calm watching the sun set between us. We are the fallen writers scribbling notes on paper and fabric. Our words read aloud at the funeral to a cathedral setting. I have collected our moments in volumes while weighing our lives in words you have seldom considered. Days pass without you completing them. This is me admitting. I see I was the fall between your thoughts.(People should not promise if they lack it. One more day. Not much life to save) Your words begging me to apologize in public forum. Your promises become so choked up that they strangle my being. People cannot promise if they lack it. I'll die with this rift between us if we let the sun set to many times. Lets complete one more day. Not much life left to save. Hand the depth over. I still mean the words i sing to you. You were worth every breath i took. "Efforts All To No Avail" -------------------------- Picture perfect never framed. Our time in segments still indecisive. Desert like are the sands of time. Built around you are my words sung slow and pretty. I hope tonight is not goodbye. You sing to my ecclectic taste. Rounds of black paint my eyes. I want today to be more than our dramatic anchor. I felt the need to tell you solemn, rather than face you from the other room. Our words in porchlight will be the beginning of the end. Tonight I favor the promise I made to you. Scale peaks of time and tread. Natures calm with soft rhetoric. Stories script these wordless chapters. Reminders play above my headboard. The bow breaks for me in dreams. Missing you though you've yet to leave. Sketch the plight atop this notebook. Face misplaced in hindsight. We turn away with our efforts. I felt the need to tell you solemn, rather than face you from the other room. Into the plight commemorated go our efforts, all to no avail. "Quincenera Sword" ------------------ Touch the base on the body, beautiful. Our heads high as ornaments. Gods let the winds die crafted with all the foretold secrets under silk dress. Hands slipping under touching skin into impression. The graceful mark these fingers leave is a look thats all its own. Will he love with the same expression that he brought you lovingly in whispers to trick you, virgin? Strangle the fact with features. Girl cries in running mascara black and bleeding. She reflects a grotesque pose in stained glass. At least it keeps its color. Hair tangles the tact with leisure as she brushes it back to beautiful. God was watching all he took away from her. She tells her story in a special fashion to four walls and a stranger. A confession in a kissing booth. Is this a confession or a kissing booth? You tell me. "Two Minutes For Slashing, Two Minutes For Hooking, And Lets Not Forget My Personal Favorite; Two Minutes For High Sticking....." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Your neckline aches for the hairline cracks in collar bone. Arms will continue to break and wear this cast of characters. Roleplay an elevator pulling me to your floor. The hallways cant get any whiter than your ghost. No need for nurses to pass me this verbal note. Woven in your last words, I found a four letter word for you. Love. Woven in your last words anxious to find rightful ears. Left of dishonesty I hear the champagne talking in a womens voice. Her celebration patterns out and palms the truth. Tell your lies as eyes paint the floor. Oh rightful ears say your open to suggestion. Strong and proud stands the angel as the wings are sheared so delicate. Beleive my truths; I beleive in you. But god refused. You will not make it through another night. Prayer will palm the injury breaking silence bright. Beleive my truths; I beleive in you. God refused. You will not make it through another night. Sheared wings so delicate have stopped your flight. Follow the light my friend. Woven in your last words were four letters. These hallways cant get any whiter than your ghost. No need for nurses to pass me this verbal note. I already know. Im woven in your last words.

are ringing Even shadows have shadows.... [05 Aug 2006|05:31pm] [ mood | aunts, uncles & cousins; bleh ] [ music | "papercuts" gym class heroes ] Im off work for 2 days straight. Much needed. I have nothing more to say. I feel like all of the eyes are off me for a minute or two. Thank christ. Its hard to breathe in sync with everyone else. Get ahold of me. text: 620 290 9318 call: 620 275 6415

1 Chimes are ringing All hope has been abandoned like ballots drifting into the ocean... [04 Aug 2006|04:31pm] [ mood | Sharks circling 4 the feeding ] [ music | "Miami" Against Me! ] Bret called me from arizona to tell me he purchased the movie the wizard for .89 cents at a pawn shop last night. Is that noteworthy or what? We almost spent 15 on it at a shitty movie store in east albaqurque last year. It pays to wait for the bargain. Thats all I have to add. And in case some people are wondering if im avoiding them... Yes. Our best days are behind us...you suck at life...you are a behind the back person, and i wont let you be an eventual knife in the back person. So yes. Leave it at that. Stop texting me. Calling me. Caring. ETC. Oh and we are coming up on the anniversary of Egg Shens death. That means corpse jokes from JT. Word.

2 Chimes are ringing The thin line between depth and ignorance... [01 Aug 2006|04:04pm] [ mood | we move on. ] [ music | "dont lose touch" against me! ] What a week. After getting back from the warped tour things took a turn, but i cannot decide what turns went for the better and what turns went for the worst. Bret and I are back to our old selves. The problem in that case is he left for school in arizona early yesterday morning. I always wondered what it would feel like having really close friends move away from you. I now know how tremondously horrible it is to have to watch that happen. Bret down, JT to go. What a fucking month. Two for one sale. School is only a few days away and im excited to be heading back. Im anxious to learn again, but not as anxious as I am to block out what is going on around me. Thinking leads to putting things off. Ive procrastinated on my actual enrollment long enough that I cannot get into all the classes I wanted, thus making for a light semester. Fine by me. Work. School. Figure shit out. That is the order of things. Hopefully derik, tattoo and I continue to develop an online zine. Distraction is a big part of me right now. Like I said, as things keep being wayward...I continue to feel closure and happy with everyones outcome. Strange, isnt it?

1 Chimes are ringing [25 Jul 2006|08:09pm] [ mood | ty law is a kc chief ] [ music | "my apology" the get up kids ] Best weekend ever. Friday night all ties that were once severed mended well and unexpected. The Girl Fight played a set at the show. All of us. Addison. Bret. Davey. Me. I havent felt that good about anything in a long time. We didnt do to bad considering we hadnt practiced in 3 months. I was happy and shaken at the same time. Not just because the surreal feeling of getting back what i so easily lost...but finding out the Gregg Rosales formally of evident truth had passed away due. Im still shaken. Its scary knowing someone my age passed away, but its even scarier knowing it was someone I knew fairly well and even considered a friend. The Girl Fight is billed for his memorial show in dodge this weekend as well. I thank Liam for bringing me and my friends together again. Closure at last. Saturday brought the journey to warped. The drive seemed short. We stopped in burlington and bullshitted with Joe for awhile ; arriving in denver around 330am mountain time. We slept for a bit and headed to invesco early enough to beat the crowd. After a couple of hours of listening to music in the car and watching the vault girl pass out energy drink, we met up with Raul, Jacob Gill, Jon D., Gabe and waited in line, once again, cutting almost all the way to the front. Then came warped. Heres who i watched in order. ----------------------------- Helmet Saves The Day Ludo Against Me! Shanti 30 Seconds To Mars Alexisonfire Gym Class Heroes The Bled Bits and pieces of other sets....Possibly the most fun ive ever had at a warped tour. On the way home we stopped in burlington again and crashed at joes house. Got home with a sprained ankle and knee. But nonetheless awesome. Word.

are ringing scrape the guardrail from our teeth and start again... [17 Jul 2006|10:25am] [ mood | please be friday already ] [ music | "the ghosts of who we were" adair ] Nothing much to speak of for at least another week or so. Everyone is doing there vacation thing this week, it seems. Liam and them will be in Garden friday playing a show, we leave for warped on saturday, and then warped is on sunday...obviously I am excited for the weekend and all it will bring. Past that...Not a whole bunch else is going on. Good friends are moving in hoards next month. Not to excited about that, but i am very proud of them for what they are doing. I really cannot wait to leave town for warped and further clear my head. I kind of feel like a death cab song sounds right now.

2 Chimes are ringing Talking to no one while on hold... [09 Jul 2006|08:44pm] [ mood | shamrock lost to tito ] [ music | "in hope" boysetsfire ] Sometimes I wonder how things can be one way for so long, and then all of a sudden end. JT is moving to colorado. Bret is off to college in arizona. Addison is different in good ways, but still hes different. Stana and I dont talk much anymore. Sarah and I havent talked in a month. A handful of people other than that and I dont talk...still. The Girl Fight has been over for months, and already im gearing up for the first show of a new band. There are so many people i STILL havent talked to many people i need to see to before i go insane. I dont quite understand myself and why things are so. I still need to call bret. Its been forever. Fuck.

are ringing rewind the clock and attempt a playback.... [02 Jul 2006|01:19am] [ mood | whats my next move? ] [ music | "The night hank williams came to town" johnny cash ] Tyler is home from rehab, and is almost a completly new person. I am proud of him. Addison and I have hung out the last couple of nights doing nothing in particular other than talking about where life is heading. Tonight we played ball with his nephews and shot off some lame fireworks. Nothing to overzealous, but still fun nonetheless. With the 4th of july approaching I cant help but think maybe this years will be more important than the others. Thats probably horse shit. I wish I was in amarillo right now. Yeah. Anyways. Ive got no compass to direct me into a conversation, so as many things I start, you are on hold for the evening. Goodnight.

1 Chimes are ringing as i roll along with her severed head.... [27 Jun 2006|04:15pm] [ mood | spreading rummers in a hummer ] [ music | "Dhusty Rhodes" The American Black Lung ] A few days ago at work an old woman came in to the store being sterotypical in every single way possible. Bad posture. Slow moving. Hands crippled by palsy and arthritis. She couldnt read prices because she was an inch from blindness. She thought 1.25 was to much for juice. On top of that...she wanted to pay in change. Penny after dime she counted a pile of change into the amount. $8.03. When she reached five dollars in change she stood up straight, coming out of her slouch, and began speaking in a normal tone. She scraped all of the change back into her oversized, ancient purse and simply laughed and said... "Im Just Fucking With You, Son..." she said smiling gathering her groceries. "Have a nice day" I said in awe as i handed her the last of her bags, ironically containing a tube of fixodent denture glue and three books of crossword puzzles. The moral of the story... Im not quite sure. I judged a book by its cover...and there was more to the story. Or she was just a sneaky con artist. Either way, this was more amusing than saying i went to work and hung out. True story.

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