My stomach feels like it's going to climb out of my throat and run down the street for help. I can't take this feeling, I can't even put pen to paper and write about it. Misery befalls me and I want to film my reaction with a nice little score and play it back in hopes that through the looking glass I will be able to convey what I'm feeling as I watch it on the screen.
Thanks for the opportunity to understand the term speechless, thanks for blocking all mental/pencil relationships and making me feel like a thoughtless idiot. I do one thing and one thing right and that is insight, I can express my emotions better than a menopausal psychiatrist, but in this moment I am completely dumb.
This is the place God brings you to,when fluffy words and analogies can't dress up your raw emotion, where sarcasm can't stand in front of vulnerability with it's pounding fist. This is where I stand like a child afraid of the slightly opened closet. Except i'm afraid that when I open the closet it will be empty.
GOD Y AM SUCH A PUNK!!!!! YOU GIVE ME STRENGTH AND I KNOW IT. WHY AM I SO AFRAID AND SPEECHLESS. WHY CAN"T I JUST ACCEPT THE DESIRES YOU HAVE GIVEN ME!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
It's Midnight where's your bunny rabbit!!
"Can I come and pick up the computer sometime this week?"
"Sure how about 10:30?"
"GRRRR okay, fine."
Let's stop here for a second. I was scoffing at the idea of waking up at 9 something to go pick up a comp from my bosses house at 10:30, however I was willing to do so. I end text convo with the boss man and I continue to go about my business as usual!! I am of course Ms. Business As Usual according to our most loyal members Shay and Dean!! This would explain my strange face when I get a call at 10:00 PM from Mr. Lindsey.
"Hello"
"Hey....you on your way"
"Uh no, but I guess I will be"
I proceed to pick up my good friend Justin 8months Lewis and head out west....I10 west exit barker Cypress to be exact. I pick up the monster PC and decide that I would much enjoy some Jack N' The Box. So I head to the nearest one and hit it on into the drive-thru. Several conversations and attempts to put germs on each other like the big kids we are later, Justin notices my car smoking. As the car in front of me selfishly checks their bags and sits in the drive-thru, my car shuts it down.
"Ahh s***t this chicks car is smoking like crazy dude, F**k check this s**t out, I'm about to push this effin car with a broke foot, call you back bro, this is gonna make me want to smoke a blunt." Says random tatted white guy. Just gets out an pushes my car to the window and I pay for my food, yes peeps there is a line behind me. I grab my brown bag and hit it to neutral and we take it to the parking spot ahead.
"Blah Blah Blah random babbage about cars.........Blah Blah Blah my effin foot hurts."
"How did you hurt your foot?" Says Justin.
"I was bringin' in this truck and the effin Mexican ran over it, i told him to stop but he kept going, yeah I'm waiting on my effin burger, he better make that s**t to, i don't pay for nothin that guy is my roommate. I used to stay with this other guy BJ the black guy in there.....random other babbage."
"Yeah..." Says Justin.
(to the drive-thru window) "Dude answer the effin Jack N' the Box phoooooooone.....I'll be back, yeah just let it cool off a minute."
So Random Tatted White Guy proceeds to go into the "closed" Jack N The Box. We didn't pay attention to how. We chat and talk and laugh and laugh at the guy who was freaing hilarious. Very Harold and Kumar. We turn around and guy is in Jack N The Box doing kung fu moves with a mop handle. As if he needed any more funny to his reportoire. Several moments later as I am sitting in my car repeating SNL jokes a random freaking rabbit comes trotting by. he stops looks at me with a "Yeah im a rabbit....and?" kind of look and shoots off. Really Bugs at 12AM you're just going to run froma J N B paring lot onto W. Little York and Barker Cypress. Ok then rabbit do what you do!!
Random Tatted White Guy comes out with a huge drink and a burger, eating it like he obviously had the munchies.
"Got your burger" I say.
"Hell yeah had to go and make this mutha effer myself."
"Dude that kind of scares me a little that you went and made that in there yourself" Says Justin.
"Hell yeah he wouldn't do it, went in there dropped the effin potato wedges and made me a burger, no one in there but him and this Mexican chick." says guy.
-side note- does anyone see the bridge between dropping the wedges and a burger getting made? And he really likes to call people by their ethnicity.
"The real scary part is, I got a key to this bit** and I don't even work here............"
WTF MATE!!!!
"Sure how about 10:30?"
"GRRRR okay, fine."
Let's stop here for a second. I was scoffing at the idea of waking up at 9 something to go pick up a comp from my bosses house at 10:30, however I was willing to do so. I end text convo with the boss man and I continue to go about my business as usual!! I am of course Ms. Business As Usual according to our most loyal members Shay and Dean!! This would explain my strange face when I get a call at 10:00 PM from Mr. Lindsey.
"Hello"
"Hey....you on your way"
"Uh no, but I guess I will be"
I proceed to pick up my good friend Justin 8months Lewis and head out west....I10 west exit barker Cypress to be exact. I pick up the monster PC and decide that I would much enjoy some Jack N' The Box. So I head to the nearest one and hit it on into the drive-thru. Several conversations and attempts to put germs on each other like the big kids we are later, Justin notices my car smoking. As the car in front of me selfishly checks their bags and sits in the drive-thru, my car shuts it down.
"Ahh s***t this chicks car is smoking like crazy dude, F**k check this s**t out, I'm about to push this effin car with a broke foot, call you back bro, this is gonna make me want to smoke a blunt." Says random tatted white guy. Just gets out an pushes my car to the window and I pay for my food, yes peeps there is a line behind me. I grab my brown bag and hit it to neutral and we take it to the parking spot ahead.
"Blah Blah Blah random babbage about cars.........Blah Blah Blah my effin foot hurts."
"How did you hurt your foot?" Says Justin.
"I was bringin' in this truck and the effin Mexican ran over it, i told him to stop but he kept going, yeah I'm waiting on my effin burger, he better make that s**t to, i don't pay for nothin that guy is my roommate. I used to stay with this other guy BJ the black guy in there.....random other babbage."
"Yeah..." Says Justin.
(to the drive-thru window) "Dude answer the effin Jack N' the Box phoooooooone.....I'll be back, yeah just let it cool off a minute."
So Random Tatted White Guy proceeds to go into the "closed" Jack N The Box. We didn't pay attention to how. We chat and talk and laugh and laugh at the guy who was freaing hilarious. Very Harold and Kumar. We turn around and guy is in Jack N The Box doing kung fu moves with a mop handle. As if he needed any more funny to his reportoire. Several moments later as I am sitting in my car repeating SNL jokes a random freaking rabbit comes trotting by. he stops looks at me with a "Yeah im a rabbit....and?" kind of look and shoots off. Really Bugs at 12AM you're just going to run froma J N B paring lot onto W. Little York and Barker Cypress. Ok then rabbit do what you do!!
Random Tatted White Guy comes out with a huge drink and a burger, eating it like he obviously had the munchies.
"Got your burger" I say.
"Hell yeah had to go and make this mutha effer myself."
"Dude that kind of scares me a little that you went and made that in there yourself" Says Justin.
"Hell yeah he wouldn't do it, went in there dropped the effin potato wedges and made me a burger, no one in there but him and this Mexican chick." says guy.
-side note- does anyone see the bridge between dropping the wedges and a burger getting made? And he really likes to call people by their ethnicity.
"The real scary part is, I got a key to this bit** and I don't even work here............"
WTF MATE!!!!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Worst Blogger in History
Lets see who is the worst blogger to ever sit down to a computer. That would be me. Dude I used to blog like everyday all the time. And though my life does not lack interest, I just don't get inspired to write about it. I think I am more inspired to live more as my life shapes and forms and molds I want to live my words out loud.
Let's bring it back down out of the profound clouds a bit. But seriously I just don't get inspired to write. Okay also maybe because at this point I've lost a blog following, so i'm just writing for my self and why do i want to read what i write all day.
Just how I feel, although maybe if I write something interesting people will read it. Hmm that's a thought.
Let's bring it back down out of the profound clouds a bit. But seriously I just don't get inspired to write. Okay also maybe because at this point I've lost a blog following, so i'm just writing for my self and why do i want to read what i write all day.
Just how I feel, although maybe if I write something interesting people will read it. Hmm that's a thought.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Let's Catch Up
So.....after many conversations with my good friend Jon....wait let's the start with the fact that when I write about my life or thoughts I always start with "So" what is that about. Anyway...so...hehe.... He keeps asking me "Seriously...when ar eyou going to start blogging this stuff.
Why you ask? Well I'm most ecstatic that you inquired my friends. In my "normal" day to day, life. I swear the most ridiculous things happen. And maybe it's because I see life through these twilight zone like glasses, so i notice the weird and quirky. However there are somethings that just happen.
Case and point. Im riding down Fondren and for 4 lights I have to sit next to Navigator full of very drunk Hispanic guys that decide it would be a chance missed if one of them didn't express his undying love to me in spanish with the song on the radio. he proceeded to hang out of the window blowing kisses and singing loudly in spanish, only taking breaks to ask me for my phone number and blow more kisses. 4 lights guys really?!?!
Or, my experience at the movies to see Dark Night which was just frekaing amazing and a half!!!! Now homie and I decided, lets find the "perfect seating" 7 rows up front a center, got there 2 hours early just to get prime sesating. And let me tell you, it was prime. We go about 7 seats in or so and i sit off center to the right and he sits dead center to the left. Then he decides, wait Im going to move slightly off center to the left one more seat. I move dead center to the right, we both enjoy this prime view. Then we realize, this is the 12:01 showing of Dark Night, every seat will be full it's a sold out show, darn we have to sit by "people". Not a fan of people obviously especially in movies or traffic. No one can ever do anything right in either situation.
Well within 2 hours we realized that our "pefect seating" had turned into a classic Christopher Guest film. More on this in another blog. I need to go back to work.
Why you ask? Well I'm most ecstatic that you inquired my friends. In my "normal" day to day, life. I swear the most ridiculous things happen. And maybe it's because I see life through these twilight zone like glasses, so i notice the weird and quirky. However there are somethings that just happen.
Case and point. Im riding down Fondren and for 4 lights I have to sit next to Navigator full of very drunk Hispanic guys that decide it would be a chance missed if one of them didn't express his undying love to me in spanish with the song on the radio. he proceeded to hang out of the window blowing kisses and singing loudly in spanish, only taking breaks to ask me for my phone number and blow more kisses. 4 lights guys really?!?!
Or, my experience at the movies to see Dark Night which was just frekaing amazing and a half!!!! Now homie and I decided, lets find the "perfect seating" 7 rows up front a center, got there 2 hours early just to get prime sesating. And let me tell you, it was prime. We go about 7 seats in or so and i sit off center to the right and he sits dead center to the left. Then he decides, wait Im going to move slightly off center to the left one more seat. I move dead center to the right, we both enjoy this prime view. Then we realize, this is the 12:01 showing of Dark Night, every seat will be full it's a sold out show, darn we have to sit by "people". Not a fan of people obviously especially in movies or traffic. No one can ever do anything right in either situation.
Well within 2 hours we realized that our "pefect seating" had turned into a classic Christopher Guest film. More on this in another blog. I need to go back to work.
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