This past weekend was very cool. I spent alot of good quality time with my parents. Me and my mom went through a ton of photos, me and my pops reminisced about the good old days of “The Beast”, Clovis, life … all that good stuff.

On my last night home, we put in one of the greatest cd’s ever. George Thorogood’s Greatest Hits: 30 years of rock, and we rocked out. This is me and my dads song, makes us laugh. When all my hair fell out for chemo and my head was as bald as Mr. Clean, he started to sing this song and it’s stuck ever since. So we sang out loud, and as the part, “oh my god” would come on we’d shout it out, afterwards we laughed our asses off with the Japanese Human Tetris.

Great song. Great memories. Great vacation.

 
 
 
 

 

HAHA, ok, well I’m out, I’ll post more later and know that my “skipped” days were justified, and I’ll make it up to myself and my two stalkers somehow someway.  But until then … crank up the volume and speakers and sing with me dammit!

I was a rebel from the day i left school
Grew my hair long and broke all the rules
I’d sit and listen to my records all day
With big ambitions of where i could play

My parents taught me what life was about
So i grew up the type they warned me about
They said my friends were just an unruly mob
And i should get a haircut and get a real job

Get a haircut and get a real job
Clean your act up and don’t be a slob
Get it together like your big brother bob
Why don’t you get a haircut and get a real job

I even tried that 9 to 5 scene
I told myself that it was all a bad dream
I found a band and some good songs to play
And now I party all night, I sleep all day

I met this chick she was my No.1 fan
She took me home to meet her mommy and dad
They took one look at me and said (“oh my god”)
Get a haircut and get a real job

Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job
Get a real job, why don’t you get a real job

I hit the big time with my rock ‘n’ roll band
The future’s brighter now than I’d ever planned
I’m ten times richer than my big brother bob
And he, he’s got a haircut he’s got a real job

Why don’t you get a haircut and get a real job

I even tried that 9 to 5 scene

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Shout and scream my friends, connect with me and we’ll pretend
this night will never end (wo oh) this night will never end.
Just let go you’ll see together we’ll do anything
this night will never end wo oh this night will never end.

 

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then my flickr account could write a lengthy book, and probably a couple more. What’s scary and unknown to me is what my book would portray. Would it be a romance novel, action adventure, drama or a horror, a comedy even? Would it be a best seller? Meh, to most not really, but to family and friends I could see how it could fit the bill of toilet material.

The latest chapter of my life would be a very succesful holiday/mini vacation. Of course it’s not over yet, but getting there. Before I know it, I’ll be on my way back to Denver. Like I usually do, I’ll go home a changed individual. I’ll try to be a more civilized responsible adult, go to bed earlier, do the little things that make a big diffrence like picking up after myself, buying toilet paper without feeling embarresed, filling my fridge with edible(read: non-science project) food, you know, the normal adult things to do. Of course this will only last for so long, then I’ll be going back to being my normal irresponsible self.

 I’m ok with that I guess. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be doing it right?

 Meh, I’m ok with that. I’m a law biding citezen, I pay my taxes and I’m not out to harm anybody.

Drama. Another chapter in my book. I’ve had alot of it latley, and none of it really involving me, but people that I’m friends with. Not much I can do about it, although I’m not a fan, and I am sorry if I distance myself from all of it, and for those that look for me for words of advice or guidance, I apologise if I haven’t been there for you. I try to distance myself from those things that are distracting and oh, I dunno, depressing and chaotic.

Love. I’m sure a few of my chapters would consist of love. The lack of love. The Misused and abused love. Lust and all that good stuff. One thing is for sure, I was feeling really “un-loved”, if that’s a word, before my trip. The last time I came home at this time I was happily taken, and would make a phone call back home every night to let my loved one know I was still breathing. This time my trip was by myself with no phone calls home, or phone calls to somebody who was waiting for me when I returned home. This time it’s diffrent. I’m going home to an empty house, she won’t be waiting for me, she won’t be making sure I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere.  It’s all very sureal. Being a bachelor, feeling very un-loved.

However, now that I’m home, I do feel really loved, even if it’s a diffrent type of love.

Even if it’s from the many many text messages and voicemails I recieved wishing me a happy thankgiving. To my aunts cat that is so lovey dovey with me,who won’t stop following me around as if I’m the best thing since slice bread. To my alarm clock which is that of Kaylee and Max who wake me up with a shower of kisses each morning that I’ve been home.

 I feel loved once again, something I haven’t felt in a very long time. 

That so far has to be the best chapter of my book, and something that I have been very thankful for.

 

Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
One look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I’ll never understand why you hang around
I see what’s going down.
Cover up with make up in the mirror
Tell yourself it’s never gonna happen again
You cry alone and then he swears he loves you.

Great song. Reminds of my neighbor and her boyfriend that beats the holy hell out of her

Anyways …

Mom is snoring. Dad is snoring.

To say that it was a great Thanksgiving would be an understatement.

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So please believe that I am shy in my defeat. you know,
I’ll say that i’ve been fine, but no, i’m lying through my
Teeth. I need a spark, I need a fire, I need confetti from
The sky, I need you here, tonight, these broken ribs are
Biting me inside.
It’s pretty cold outside. I know this because the cold cut through my cheesy windbreaker that the local news station told me I would need to get through the day.

Liars.

Its suppose to snow tomorrow, which I’m keeping an eye on. Normally I wouldn’t care but at 5 in the morning(yes, /ugh, in the AM) I’ll be driving home to Texas for Turkey Day. Last time I drove to Texas for turkey day, I was driving back into Denver with over 3 foot of snow. It was crazy to say the least.

For a change I’m actually looking forward to my 10 hour drive. I have had a hard time going to sleep at night as of late, my mind racing so much, and when I drive it usually gives me a chance to think about it all. On top of that, it’ll be one of the last time that me and Betsie get to make the trip together. I can’t beileve its been six years since I first got her … wow. How does time fly by so fast? My sister tells me it only gets worse as you get older.

I feel old.

I felt old today two fold.

Did you know that for a gallon of Chocolate Milk is about five bucks? Five bucks! Man! I could drink that in a sitting …. five bucks! In shock, I kind of said it a couple hundred times to the lady at the cash register, until I realized she was probably no older than 17 and thought I was crazy. I remember mom would take us to Allsups, and she’d give me two bucks and say

“If that’s not enough, come back and I’ll give you another quarter.”

/rant
*snatches the damn quarter* I never understood why she didn’t give me the bloody quarter to begin with. Needless to say I always looked like a broke white trash idiot, although I was only 6 or so …
/endrant

So milk is making me feel old. Another thing is I bought George some extra food while I’m away on my mini vacation, and of course I went to PetSmart. Now before I say anything, I have to say that I LOVE PETSMART. I could spend all day there, even if it was sitting at the door looking at all the doggies that pass by. Every time I buy something, I always donate a dollar(and for you PETA folk that pass through here, I don’t care if that extra dollar ends up in the CEO’s bank account used for late night hooker sessions, it makes me feel like I gained a browny point to get into the pearly gates one of these days …).

But today, it was like wow.

I saw this 90 year old lady grabbing carts. Normally that’s fine, but I walked in and she had two carts, and by the time I got done she had about 10 carts trying to push them into petsmart. Come on petsmart, don’t make a 90 year old lady grab carts! Bastards! Needless to say she had a hard problem pushing this mass of carts up into the store with one hand(other hand she was holding a cane).

Of course, I felt weird helping a grandma do her job … but I felt obligated.

I pushed these carts up into petsmart and as I pushed, I felt every bone in my body POP.

Old age is catching up to me. /ugh.

Anyways …

One thing I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving would have to be George. He’s got to top my list somewhere. He makes me want to come to an empty home. It’s depressing enough as it is, but he adds a little spice to life and I’m for sure thankful. I always knew this, given we eat together, he’ll crawl around on my desk while I play video games. He’s a good listener too. I can vent to my heart’s content and he doesn’t mind. Every now and then he’ll look at me as if he wants me to shutup, but besides that, overall I’m very thankful.

It hit me when I was at petsmart though. I was buying all this stuff for him. Extra water dishes, extra food, ect … I bought two extra water dishes and thought to myself, “Should I buy him a bigger cage for all these water dishes because he won’t have enough space to stretch his legs! Will he have enough food? Hopefully he doesn’t die of some sort of separation disease.” Shutup already kc! Geesh .. you sound like a dad.

Then it hit me. And then it hit me again …

Long story short I got renters insurance because of some punk kids in my apartment complex. Lets just say I wouldn’t be surprised if I came home to an empty apartment(tv, video games, computer, laptops, cameras and all …). So I bought insurance.

But what about George? Insurance I’m sure I couldn’t get George back if somebody did something to him.

I’m sure I’d take a bazooka to somebody’s face if something happened to him.

I know what your thinking, crazy lizard guy.

To you he’s just a gecko, but to me, he’s George.

After petsmart I had to go to target to get some last minute supplies. By supplies I mean Dr. Pepper for my mixed drink, lighter fluid for tonight’s stogy, and an 8 pack of this fantastic depression medication… errr … drumstick ice cream cones. Nothing soothes a cold and congestion and depression/solitude like the ice cold vanilla filled, chocolate covered(with almonds), waffle cone encased vanilla goodness as good as one of these bad boys.

So I drive into target and I’m about to pull into this parking spot where out of nowhere this bunghole ass munch pulls out in front of me and steals it. BASTARD! That was MY spot, I had my blinker on and everything.

I didn’t get mad, I realized it’s Christmas time, it’s the holiday seasons.

/ugh. Now I know ….

And so it begins….

Here is to you twat, who sits in her car waiting for my parking space while not giving me enough room to back out. To the grandma who wants to race me to the express checkout line, or the dumbass who waited until Christmas Eve to buy his kid a Wii when they’ve been back ordered  since august and  creates a scene at the local Gamestop. Here is to the assmunch who drives a 100mph in the parking lot just to get the up close spot while nearly killing 100 pedestrians in the process.

In my deepest, thickest New York Accent, and those that know me, know it.

Merry Fuckin’ Christmas, and happy holidays.

There, I said it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the holidays. I wouldn’t be traveling home tomorrow if it wasn’t for the holidays. I just hate people who do the mentioned above.

I’m really looking forward to my drive tomorrow. To see my parents, my puppies. I’m feeling a wee bit home sick. I can’t wait to take a billion and one pictures of max and kaylee. Of my folks. Of my home. I can’t wait.

I will have to wait …

Here it is midnight, and I can’t get to sleep. /ugh. I doubled up on the alcohol tonight too and still I can’t get to sleep.

I should be going … I have a long day ahead of me. A long night ahead of me for that matter. I just bought 30 bucks worth of music. I’ll tell you something, this Single File – “No sad face” I bought a while back, I can’t get it out of my head. Every song is awesome. If you don’t have it as part of your collection, go get it. Now. It’s only 6 bucks, can’t beat it.

Anyways, I should be going though. If you don’t hear from me the next few days, it’s because I’m trying to escape reality, and if you do end up hearing from me it’s because I’m trying to escape my family.

/ugh.

G’Night All, and sorry for my “R” rated ramblings.

Well i know it’s circumstance alone that we speak of,
Today, when tired hearts are burried in the mud and barely
Beating. we’ll find a noble reason to follow through, we
Always do. we’ll fake a smile and leave to lick our wounds…

“September Skyline”~Single File

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“Now, I’m gonna go out, and I’m gonna get the world by the tail, and wrap it around and put it in my pocket!!” Well, I’m here to tell you that you’re probably gonna find out, as you go out there, that you’re not gonna amount to Jack Squat!!” You’re gonna end up eating a steady diet of government cheese, and living in a van down by the river!

Now, young man, what do you want to do with your life?

(I’m a wee bit intoxicated. By wee bit, well hell, that’s an understatement.)

A swift kick in the butt, good advice, a motivational speaker or even a good laugh. Things that I need to cope with life from time to time and things I need to get me back on the right track in life. What’s weird is it’s all usually always ends up comes from myself. Whether it’s me taking my own advice, me giving myself the “You can do anything” pep talk, laughing at my own stupidity, or purposefully landing on my tailbone just so I know that I’m human.

Yes. Believe it or not I’m human. Just like yourself. Bound to make stupid mistakes, bound to make the same stupid mistakes and eventually, given enough time and mishaps, learn from those mistakes. Its said that given enough mistakes, it can build character, and can create an adventure. I need more adventure in my life, and I could use alot more character.

So what do I want to do with my life?

I want to make mistakes. All kinds of mistakes. Big mistakes, small mistakes. You name it. Bring on the van down by the river.

I guess I’m hoping my next mistake is about 5’9, intelligent, blonde hair’d blue eyed beauty, Although I’d be ok with the mistake of winning the Colorado lottery too … Either one. I’m not picky.

I need a good laugh. A good kick in the ass. Maybe I’ll even give myself a pep-talk. Get out of this funk I’m in. I need something.

I think today though, this video did it for me. Made my day.

Hope it makes yours.

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