?

Log in

Previous 10

Oct. 24th, 2013

Sprial Never Ends

Who's an asshole? I'm an asshole.

It's been days since I've even looked at LJ. I was super late on some response to comments. I had made any comments in days. I'm still here guys. Just been busy. I think that things have calmed down at least for a few days. Probably at least until next weekend.

Went to Panama City last weekend to meet Ann, my Dad's new girlfriend. Couldn't possibly like her more. She's sweet, sarcastic, energetic, artistic, British. She's great. Dad has already moved in with her. He was looking for a place to live and they're pretty much in love already. To you and me it's "WTF are they thinking", but it doesn't matter what we think. They're happy. That's all I care about. They should be headed this way in a few weeks, I'm probably looking forward to their visit more than pretty much anything else. Except for the Florida State Miami game....except for the game. Very nervous about that one.

New toy! I got a fancy E-Cig/Vapor. I busted the fucking tip today. It's still pulls, I just need to get a new tip. The device was about $35. The tip was about $15, came to just over $60 after taxes. The battery and everything is fine, so a new tip won't be much. Might invest in another flavor liquid. There's so much to choose from!

That's all. I'm playing a round of Battlefield 3 and taking my happy ass to bed.

Day 10 of the 30 day blog challenge that I failed
  What's in your handbag. I don't carry a fucking handbag. I do however, have a wallet  with a wallet chain. The wallet says "Bad Mother Fucker" (If you've seen Pulp Fiction, you know the one that I'm talking about)
  Inside my wallet, aint much. My ID, my debit card, a few receipts, smoke shop business card, and a New Berry punch card.

Oct. 18th, 2013

Let me make your mind, leave yourself behind. ...Be not afraid

Just ordered Chinese food. I swear to Christ I'll tip him $10 if he gets here in the next 30 minutes. I'm frigging hungry. That arm is looking pretty good right now.

I'm feeling really good at the moment. Taking a mini road trip to Panama City, tomorrow. There is nothing but fucking woods between Tallahassee and Panama City. Nothing. But. Woods. The two hours that it will take to get there are going to be painful. Not really. Me and Janean will probably talk through a lot of it, and it'll be great.

Should be back in time for NFL Sunday. It's Texans at Chiefs that I've got my eyes on. Houston has to prove that they aren't horrible, and Kansas City is riding an undefeated streak that I'm certain they'll want to continue. I think that it's going to be a close game. Those are always the most exciting.

30 Day Blog Day 6. I read this at first and totally WTFed. That's right, I just used an acronym as a verb. If you can use a noun as a as a verb, I can use an acronym as a verb. Put that in your pipe and smoke it

6. Your five senses.
    1. Sight. This laptop, with a Moes bag behind it, and a glass half full of beer. I can look around and keep typing but it's nothing to really write about.
    2. Hearing- The hum of the Xbox 360 because I haven't turned it off, yet. Otherwise, I'm actually sitting in total silence.
    3. Taste- Beer. Smirnoff Lemon Lime. I have a six pack of that Redd Strawberry Ale in the fridge that I'm excited about trying tonight.
    4. Touch- The laptop keyboard and my Razer Mouse. This mouse rocks. I went the the two buttons on the thumb because much more than that is just silly.
    5. Smell- We have one of those things that spray every few minutes. Whatever Janean currently has in there, it smells like a weird mix of perfume and cinnamon. It's supposed to be seasonal, but I'm not crazy about it.

This was the DUMBEST of this 30 day blog thing, but it gives me a reason to post everyday. By the way, it took me 32 minutes to type this post. No $10 tip for my delivery guy. He knocked on the door as soon as I typed that. I tipped him $6, not bad on an $18 order, right? Food time!!!
Tags: ,

Oct. 17th, 2013

Straight, no chaser

Today was dumb. New female custodian at work. Today was her first day. Come to find out, she doesn't really speak English. I know this because she walked BACK in the bathroom and continued cleaning in the middle of #2. I fucking asked her to leave three times. Not only did she not respond. Not only did she not leave. She just kept cleaning. Made me super uncomfortable. I'll be speaking with our Director first thing tomorrow morning. Also, new temps at work can't get through a single fucking phone call on their own without having to call someone over to ask for help. I haven't heard them complete one call on their own. Not one.

Enough of that. Fun weekend planned. Headed to Panama City to met my Dad's new girlfriend, Ann. She's from the UK. Can't wait to meet her. Also, Saturday is Florida State at Clemson. Big, big game for FSU. One of the most important of the season. Might watch NFL Football with my buddy John Sunday evening depending on when we get back.

30 day Blog challenge time!

5. 10 Songs that you love right now (In no order)
1. Straight, No Chaser by Bush
2. Push, Pull, Destroy by Battlecross
3. I was Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery by Woods of Ypres
4. Domination by Pantera
5. One More Drink by Ludacris feat. T-Pain
6. Country Boy by Aaron Lewis
7. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm by Crash Test Dummies
8. Creeping Death by Metallica
9. One Gun by Lamb of God
10. Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin

Oct. 16th, 2013

The Walking Stick- Part II

Today's subject, keeping in line with the 30 day blog thing, actually ties up with something that happened Sunday night. I was going to post about it yesterday, but I was just too damn tired to rehash it.

4. What am I afraid of.

I'm afraid of all sorts of mundane things. Bees, death, heights, breaking bones in a really painful way etc. What really freaks me the fuck out is the supernatural.

Sunday night, I'm loading some clothes in the washing machine and I swear I saw a human sized shadow pass behind me. I quickly turned around and of course, no one was there. I threw the rest of the clothes into the wash as quickly as I could, without giving a fuck if there was anything in the pockets, and I ran into the bedroom as quick as my feet would take me. I'm certain that it was my imagination, but that feeling... That feeling that something passed behind you and there's nothing there to pass behind you. Just fucking weird. (And yes, I had made sure that the doors were locked a few minutes prior to this)

It's not that I'm afraid of ghosts. I'm not certain that I even believe in them. It's the fucking dreams.

Worse dream I've ever had. Easily 4yrs ago. This dream was seen in that old, yellowish black and white that you would see on pictures from the early 1900s. I was walking on a side walk and I come upon this Victorian Style looking house. Someone said to me "Hey, you want to see a ghost? Come on in". I walked into the house in the middle of what I suppose was a viewing or a wake. There was an open casket. Next to the casket there was a slender, tall female spirit that was floating, doing that crazy violent head shake like the ghosts did in "House on Haunted Hill" and "13 Ghosts".

I heard a soft, female voice in my head that said

"They call it the Walking Stick. It helps them transition to the next life."

I woke up shaking in fear.

Somewhat changing the subject. I had a dream that I had son, last night. I guess I was picking him up from the baby sitter. I picked him up in my arms, as I was doing so he said to me. "I love you, Daddy". I responded "I love you too, Son", and woke up. I want kids.

Oct. 15th, 2013

Come squeeze and suck the day. Come carpe diem, baby

Disclaimer- I haven't made my rounds of comments yet, but it's late. I'm tired. Pretty much ready for bed. This is going to be a quick one. I'll really try and do my rounds of comments tomorrow. I'll probably put some time into making this prettier.

3. Favorite Quote:

 I'm a huge Metallica fan. I've pretty much studied their music. Their song "Carpe Diem, Baby" has always struck a chord with me, to the point that I got a specific line tattooed on my arm a few years back. (I really wanted to take a picture of the tattoo and post it as the answer for the question, but again, I'm just too tired to deal with it) The quote is "Live to win. Dare to fail".

I've never been the type of person that's too concerned about failing. I have failed, plenty. But that fear or concern of failure? I didn't get that memo. I've always been aware that I have to learn the hard way. Trial by fire. Go. Whatever it is, it might be a little sketchy, at first. But we'll fucking figure out because we have to. Dare to fail. I fucking dare you.

Honorable mention- I can't do this and choose just one. (Once you pop, yooooouuuuu can't stop!) This next quote is also another Metallica song, called "Outlaw Torn". To me, this song is about a person searching for what makes him happy. What makes him whole. But he keeps trying, keeps pushing, keeps searching, and never finds it. This used to be the story of my fucking life. The quote is: "You make me smash the clock and feel. I'd rather die behind the wheel. But, time was never on my side. So long that I wait my whole life". Outlaw Torn is by far my favorite song of all time. The lyrics are very personal to me. It has a very dark, very subdued feeling to it. There's this outro(ish) jam at the end of the song. I swear, I can just close my eyes and go to another fucking universe listening to it.

This was longer than I expected... Interesting subject tomorrow- What I am afraid of!

Oct. 14th, 2013

The walking stick

1. Intro and Photo
2. 20 Facts about meCollapse )

Oct. 13th, 2013

Back for the 1st time

I never post when I don't have anything to post about. I had a weekend. It was good. There ya go.

In the mean time, I've been wanting to do this 31 day post thing. Pretty much everyone are recent adds and I'm actually stoked to be doing this!

...Annnd herree wee go;Collapse )

Oct. 12th, 2013

I push my fingers into my eyes

Something that I've struggled with.

I'm originally from Blountstown, Florida. It is a really small town. I've educated myself and got the fuck out of there. I've come to prefer my time to be spent in more populated areas.

In Blountstown, most of the people are blue collar and they work their ass off for everything that they have. On the weekends all the good-ol-boys get together in their trucks and go mudding, drinking beer and camping on a sandbar, blaring good time country music. And it's actually a great fucking time. This really is my kind of fun.

Although these guys really know how to party, they're all a bunch of god fearing, homophobic, racist, far Right Wing, rednecks. Complete opposite of me.

In the city, there's not much mudding or camping or outdoors life to be had. But there is so much more to do, plenty of people that are a bit more like me. We work in offices, we're tolerant, agnostic or atheist or just not religious, very liberal politically. People that spend time inside, gaming, reading, etc.

What I struggle with is I'll want to go party in the woods, but I really I can't stand the people there because of how they are. So the result is that I spend my fun time, in the city, in doors, with my friends that are a bit more well-rounded. But every now and then, I get that itch to go party with the rednecks...

Oct. 11th, 2013

Tales from the break room

Cut for grossnessCollapse )

No real plans this weekend. Florida State is BYE this weekend so I'll probably spend most of Saturday screwing around and gaming.

I'm ranked 3rd in my work Fantasy football league, and I'm playing against the guy that's ranked #1, so I really need to spend some time getting ready for Sunday.

I've got a bottle of home brewed Juniper Berry Meade that's just about ready. I'm opening it on the first legitimately cool evening of the season. It'd be awesome if that was this weekend.

Back to work. Low work load again today. Gotta find something to do to get me to 6pm.

Oct. 10th, 2013

Gluttony

Feeling better. Long story short, we're having car issues. Nothing major, but enough for us to freak out about money. Fucking adulthood.

Things really turned around morale wise, last night. We had dinner, sat on the couch together and watched Face Off. It was nice. Sex afterwards. Good sex makes everyone feel good, right? That, coupled with a simple, but rather nice date today.

We had an Office-wide Chili Cook Off, today.

In our break room, there was easily 10 crockpots full of all sorts of chili, soups, stews, and gumbos.

So what you had was 30-50 people, all scrambling to taste each chili. Everyone trying to find that one chili that they liked so that they fill their bowl and find a place to sit and enjoy it, while also scrambling to grab their soda and condiments so that they can grab a place to sit.

It was nuts lol

Previous 10