Long, long, long, long time.... No Blog.

It's been years since my last blog. The original inspiration for my creating this blog, Megan, has been taken from this earth. After literally 2 years of attempting to regain access to this account, I found a notebook containing the login and password. I am grateful and truly lucky. I am blessed to have survived to post this.

Taco Bell

So I stopped at Taco Bell tonight during my lunchbreak and ordered an assortment of burritos from the value menu as I usually do. As I was diving in to my second or maybe third burrito I picked up a sauce and was just about to open it when I was struck with a serious moral dillemna. "I'm mildly retarded" was written on the front of the packet, only retarded was spelled with three r's... and they were all backwards... and somehow a 'w' had been snuck in the word as well. Somehow I just didn't have the heart to open that little packet up. On my way out of the dining room I tossed the packet back in with the other unopened packets and I thought to myself, "Man that little packet is destined for a lifelong career in the fast food industry."

A random thought...

If your best friend is anenome you should probably get off the reefer...

Excerpts from Notebooks

The whole format of this blog is a little weird so, in keeping with the weirdness theme, I present to you my beloved person who cares... Excerpts from my Notebooks/Hard Drives!

This is a little journal entry type thing I wrote when I was feeling a little emo on Thanksgiving... it sums up, for the most part, how I feel about women and responsibility. It's tenative title is...
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"I'm Sorry"

“Take good care of her.” That’s the last thing he said to me before I left, actually before he left… What I’m trying to say is that’s the last thing he said to me before he died… “Take good care of her.”

“I promise I will”. My response… the last thing I said before I left, the last words we exchanged before he died just a few weeks later. Now, nearly 4 years later, I still remember… of course I remember, I made a promise, and just like every other promise that I’ve ever made I intended to keep it. It was almost as if he knew that his days were numbered and he had to fast forward to the wedding vows that would have been much farther into the future than his remaining days would allow him to see. In lieu of “I do” I said “I promise I will” and I meant it.

Now I remember a dying man’s wish, a promise that I made to a good man, standing at his grave at 1 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning. I haven’t seen “her” for almost a year now, we’ve been split up for over 2 years, she has been living her new life long enough now that it would seem I am nothing but a distant memory. With enough beer, she becomes a distant memory to me too. But I’ll never forget that I promised I would take care of her and now I can’t, she’s gone, she’s a big enough girl now to make her own decisions and she decided to leave. So instead of letting myself die right along with my memory in her mind, I drove to his grave, and with the same raw, genuine emotion that spilled over from my heart when I first promised I would take care of her I said, “I’m sorry, I have to move on.” I had to apologize, not because I don’t love her anymore, Lord knows if she would have made the same promise to him we’d probably be married by now, I apologized because I have too much love left inside of me and I must move on to share it with a woman that will return my promise. “I’m sorry.”
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... I'm not gonna lie, I think I may have been on another emo tangent with this one... maybe drunk too, judging by the handwriting? I don't know... It's written in rhyme form as kind of an ode to the couple of summer romances that have left my little heart shattered on the floor through the years... This is a really rough copy, maybe I'll fix it up a little bit and repost it later...
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"Jenna's Poem"

I remember the look in your eyes
As we laid in the grass on that cool summer night
Laughing innocently as we gazed into the starry night skies
Forgetting the world, just you and me, as I held you tight

I remember driving for hours just to keep you by my side,
Watching the sun rise over gravel roads and rolling hills,
And I remember thinking that you'd make a fine bride,
If I only could have found a way to make time stand still

I remember the summers end, the time we both knew was coming
Autumn briskly falling upon us, you were due back at school
The summer is always too short for children and loving
And through loving learning that fate can be cruel

I remember the look in your eyes when it came time to leave,
I sat, broken-hearted and helpless, desperately wishing you'd stay,
And after we said our goodbyes, I stood all alone in disbelief,
A tear slipped down my cheek, passed where your lips had kissed before you walked away

I drove with you for miles to that campus and then alone I drove home
I think we both knew as we left, somehow leaving means gone
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...hopefully someone finds this mildly entertaining and/or intriguing... or has appropriate psychological training to interpret it... j/k... I am not a writer, I pretty much do this just to get my thoughts, etc out there.

Random Thoughts/Etc MAY - DEC 2006

taken from my Facebook messages to other people...
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Donkey: Do you have a 9?
Fish: Go Fish!
Donkey: Damn... (draws card) DAMN!
Fish: Do you have uh... a ... 9?
Donkey: DAMN! (as fish lays down paired 9s for the win)
Fish: (stands up and pumps fins while doing the running man) GO FISH! GO FISH! GO FISH!

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Did you know that if you overlap tape of the Crocodile Hunter and Back to the Future at the same time, the resulting image is actually Jurrasic Park 2? True story...

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Octagonosaurus: The Man-eating Stop Sign

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I am an Eskimo... and I do wear Uggz... J/K... I am actually a jungle person, all I wear is snake skin, leather sandles and leopard skins...One time I travelled to Jamaica in a completely organic wardrobe... "Wardrobe"potemus

- Z

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I'm not gonna lie, your status message kind of reminds me of the time I got wasted with Dr. Seuss and he passed out in the gutter... but then when I sobered up, it wasn't Dr. Seuss at all, it was just some homeless dude they called Stewey. Who knew?

Anyway, if snowboarding is definitely in your future you should give me a shout cause I've been trying to hit the slopes for a quick minute (at least since last winter)...

Cause when the snow falls, I'm growin' snowballs, I'm not cold, I'm balls out ya'll. Sippin' tall stouts on the mountain, I'm countin' wishes out loud like change in a fountain.

-Z

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:)=~

I think I just created cigarette SMOKING smiley!! This is a landmark!! you heard it here first. I'm a damned GENIUS and smiley SMOKES.

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Yo it's 3:30 am... we celebrated your birthday without you... You better forking be spooning Paris Hilton right now... Call me when you are on the way to IC, if you ever make down here

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Vorheis... put the crack pipe down for like 2 seconds... First and foremost, you just dropped the "N" bomb on my message board... second, if you made so much $ tonight, you should pay me back the $ that I loaned you to buy in with on Sunday... Third, your sharkscope indicates that you are still well below the break-even line for online play on your pokerstars account... conversely, my sharkscope indicates not only NET profit, but I've also played in over 5 times as many tournaments. Based soley on the verifiable, tangible evidence provided by sharkscope, it is clear that you have lost money whereas I have profited from playing online poker...

In lieu of any concrete and tangible proof to verify and/or document your alleged live game earnings, I expect that this petty argument is finished.

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Vorheis... for God's sake... Have you been picking up girls at the Teen Dance Club again? If you are going to rob the cradle, don't let the whole facebook community know about it... Haven't I taught you anything? You have more messages from High School girls than I have in my freakin' high school yearbook.

-Z

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riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight... let's play a little word association...

I am to poker as _______ is to basketball...

(Acceptable answers: Michael Jordan, Lebron James, God, etc)

Another brain-buster:

I am a profitable poker player because:
a. I make money playing poker
b. I lose money playing poker
c. I engage in deviant sexual acts on the felt of poker tables on a regular basis
d. A and C

(correct response D)

One more...You are fish because:
a. You lose money playing poker
b. You get wasted and make bad mistakes on the poker table
c. You overplay your low pocket pairs
d. All of the above

(correct response is again D)

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First it poketh and then it poketh again... and then maybe it poketh again just for good measure...

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I had a small financial catastrophe over spring break... thank god not on the poker tables... got a ticket for failure to obey a traffic sign and ended up going to jail for LITTERING! I don't think it helped that I called the officer a 'fatherless son of a whore'... anyway, I will be at Currier tonight playing cards, I will look for you...

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You're crazy dude... sorry about the duffle bag... it was covered in some mysterious white powder (anthrax maybe?)... actually vorheis was just wasted and wouldn't give me a ride back to the crib to grab it for you... anyway, just saying what up... call me when you get back in town.

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Yo Yo Yo Yo...What's great in the Sunshine State? I'm not gonna lie, I've seen Natalie since the last time I saw you... that means it's been too long since I've seen you...

I was just thinking, what happened to the days when we would get all drunk and fucked up and just kick it? Yo, ya'll were like my partnas in crime... like on some Indiana Jones shit... You were for sure the Sean Connery to the Indy Adventure and Natalie was like that lil asian kid, all stoned on the couch, that always says "Dr. Jones!"

Yo, I'll be missin' that 'n stuff... Holla @ ya boy :)

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You know what those two fingers mean? That's right VICTORY! I am a third degree black belt in Beer Pong... Is it just me or does my hand kind of look like I was wearing a mitten in a tanning bed?

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It's friday, I have class until 3:20... then I'm drinking until simple tasks like walking and talking become exceptionally difficult... let me know what time you are going to free up for the night. I'll call you if I haven't heard from you by the time speech starts becoming difficult...

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They are going... for another couple weeks anyway. I'm still waying the pros and cons of grinding it out through finals vs. jumping in front of a speeding Cambus... It's really a toss up at this point.

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to my brother...

If you turned to dinosaur when you did the sex
everyday you would be the Tyrannosaurus Rex...
If when you did the sex I got a nickel
I would have enough to by a new tricycle.

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We am spase peepole... cloning the universe.

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Happy Birthday... it was a pleasure sharing the womb with you... now make me some tacos... or buy me dollar menu.

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who is that hottie in your FB pic?
Does she know you have straight twin??
HA HA...
j/k...
but seriously...
but j/k....
HA HA...
but seriously...

-Z

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I'm thinking about donating my DNA to a human cloning experiment... how would you feel about a triplet?

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If I never frowned or got a little down I would be bound to a false sense of soundness... I'd have to clown on these kids when they fall down just to keep myself from drowning from the weight of some fake crown... so I wear no crown, no chains, I treat each person the same, so each unique imprint is left deep on my brain, cause my game is in the read and I would bleed up into the seas to keep these little seeds from being needy.

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Let me drop some ancient wisdom on you...I'll be rocking from the cradle to the grave, throwing ladels from overflowing tables back to the slaves, I never mistake the bravery of those in slavery, cause savory flavors are still a major favor to me. Cowardly, caped, they underpay my neighbors for their labor, they layed down in their graves when they enslaved her, raped her into labor, and disgraced her when they displaced the beautiful face that she'd made

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I'm livin' la vida loca bebe :)... and by loca, I mean going to class, going to the library and occasionally sleeping, when time permits. I just got my license back though, so things are starting to liven up now that I am able to drive placez with my peoplez and chillz

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"MINGXI! I am going to squash you like a cockroach!"- Diane Henry

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"Racial!" Ms. Henry exclaimed with a perplexed look on her face."Oh god," I thought to myself,"It must be Black History Month again... but it's only November, hmm..."Ms. Henry glared at the class with a stare so intense it seemed it would melt holes through her eyeglasses,"Racial!" she yelled again,"Racial Hodge, you need to go to the office."

Oh, I see what's going on here...

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Image from back in the day:
Mingxi pulling the sausage patties from lunch out of his pocket during gym class, 3 hours after lunch had ended.

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Thanks for the birthday shoutout... Yoli has great foresight, she's been calling me "the bad twin" ever since I started working at earning title over a decade ago. I think the name has really caught on too, it seems like pretty much everybody's parents call me that now, I guess most of the kids do too. Hey let's go light something on fire.

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Glad to see that you are putting that college experience to work... Just remember, during a drive-by it's every man for himself, if you outrun your students, well, that's their problem...

But seriously though, it was good to see you (if but briefly) this summer. Good luck teaching your little hoodlums and stay safe!

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The toro? He's good, although he's been a little ornery lately... I guess sometimes you just have to be assertive and grab the bull by the horns and wrestle with him a little bit... and then realize you are actually just pinching your own stomach and rolling around on the floor of the library making weird noises... and then you have to get up real fast and hope no one was watching.

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Sorry I missed your B-day Party shorty, but Happy (slightly belated) Birthday. I would have been at the Field House, but me George Bush, Osama Bin Laden and Sadaam Hussein had a date @ Gitmo for doubles tennis, and you know how hard those things are to reschedule.

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Thank you for the birthday shoutout... I feel more special than the kids on the short bus. I heard through the grapevine that Queen Elizabeth is quite the poker player... you'll have to get me in a game with her... the Dalai Lama can come too

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Butros... Long time no see homie. I hope things are going good with you. You remember that time when we were puffin' on stoner road and I was supposed to be holding the wheel but I was already mad blitzed and was watching the maybo instead. And the Taurus rolled up on the side of that bridge and was momentarily airborn... and after it hit the ground you ran out of the car and saw that it wasn't fucked up and you were like " IT'S NOT FUCKED UP!" That was pretty funny... ha ha. Good thing your car didn't get fucked up. Keep it real.

-Z

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Stay posted for a new blog hopefully sooner then 6 months....

Random Thoughs/Events From March through May 2006

This is a compilation of random thoughts and events that I've collected over the past few months as Away Messages on AIM... The past few months would have included finishing up the spring semester at the University, finals, playing a TON of poker, etc...

COMPUTER VIRUS:

My computer contracted eAIDS from having unprotected cybersex with many anonymous partners...

FINALS:

I put the 'F' in Final Examination

GOING TO COURT:

The verdict is in... NOT GUILTY! (Except for the "not" part). The City Attorney actually offered to drop the charge if I would pay the court costs... I foolishly said "No", thinking that justice would be upheld, and the state would be left with the court fees... What an expensive mistake... As the Judge gave me my sentence (the min. $50 + costs, thank you Your Honor) I thought to myself, "Ehhhh, is it too late to check?"
Here's a piece of advice, if the prosecuting attorney offers to drop the charges against you, DO IT. Even if they ask you to pay for being innocent. Because after you are found guilty despite your innocence, not only does it cost more $, but you also acquire the mental taxation of losing all faith in the American justice system as you watch police officers blatantly lying under oath on the witness stand.

AT THE LIBRARY FOR FINALS:

So I was at the library tonight trying to start some last minute cramming for my two finals this afternoon, when I got an overwhelming sensation of impending failure... And right as I began praying to God for some kind of freak accident to save me from my inevitable academic doom, he sent me the sign that I have been waiting for my entire life... but I was too busy looking at the hot, drunk, naked sorority girls that were streaking through the library wearing nothing but cowboy hats pulled down real low over their eyes... apparently in a failed effort to conceal their identies. Anyway, I'm still only a few hours away from failing my finals miserably, but now I don't feel so bad because my vane attempt at cramming literally months worth of missed class material into one night of studying paid an even greater reward than actually acquiring knowledge... I saw boobies... lots of them... big ones and small ones... and they were nice... Sorry God

RANDOM THOUGHT ON NINJA TURTLES:

I have been a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle fan since I was 8... They pretty much symbolize everything that was innocent and beautiful about my childhood. So I was studying for finals at the library tonight when suddenly I was struck with a very potent thought...
I wonder if the original animated homeboys from my younger years are now Middle-Aged Working Ninja Turtles? I mean you can't be a teenaged mutant forever...Turtles in a cubicle... TURTLE POWER!

MIXING POKER AND CRAMMING... BAD IDEA:

Hours of sleep/hours of poker:1:2
As profit has been negligable during the past few sleepless nights of binge studying and poker, I will now attempt to improve the overall expectancy of sleep time per poker time...

NEW LIFE THEME (works for poker and partying at least):

Trying to not get unlucky

ODE TO THE COSTCUTTERS CHICK:

Ode to the Blonde Chick at Cost Cutters

Oh blonde chick at Cost Cutters
When I think of you my heart flutters
Like the buzzing apparatus that you use upon my head
but more like the buzzing apparatus that you use alone in bed

Oh blonde chick with each clip you snippy snip and then study
I think we should go get wasted and then become fuck buddies
You cover me with hair, I want to cover you with ice cubes
now all I can think about is your skinny waist and really nice boobs

Oh blonde chick, you make my hair look cute but tough
and when we get between the sheets I know you'll like it rough
oh blonde chick, you woke my lust up from its slumber
so when I see you at the club tonight, I know I'll get your number

CAN'T SAY 'FUCK' ON POKERSTARS (I thought this was funny):

Hello boObYdOod,
We have received a complaint regarding some things you said in chat at our tables. I have reviewed the chat log and did find some of your comments to be inappropriate.
Our goal at PokerStars is to be a fun place to play, where everyone can feel comfortable. Foul language and abuse of other players takes away from everyone's enjoyment, and therefore cannot be permitted.
We must ask you to refrain from using this type of language in the future, or we will be forced to remove your chat privileges.

Regards,
RandyPokerStars Support Team

50118601 boObYdOod oh fuck 9 4/30/2006 9:37:35 PM
50118601 boObYdOod GAY 9 4/30/2006 9:43:13 PM
50118601 boObYdOod GAY 9 4/30/2006 9:50:39 PM

MY THOUGHTS ON PEOPLE WHO TALK SHIT ABOUT ME PLAYING POKER:

The one thing you have to realize is that poker is NOT a game... it's a way of life... it is a job and a sport, it is work and a leisure activity, it is a social event and a competition all rolled into one. While you were at the bar getting drunk and fucked up, I was making money on the poker table... and I still got laid. Just remember this, you don't want to be me, because if you could be, you would try. And the harder you try, the more I inevitably make off you, or off people like you. So, I'll leave you with this... bring it on bitches! And go ahead a criticize what I do, because if you understood it, you would do it too. And when I walk away from the table with your money in my pocket, fuck you anyway. Have fun drinking your woes away...

SOMALIAN RESTAURANT:

I'm going to open up a Somalian Resaurant... which will be just like a regular restaurant, only we will feature EXTREMELY small portions... and a famished wait staff... "I'll have the 5 grains of rice on stale bread please... oh you're out of stale bread? ...hmm...OK, I'll just have the 5 grains of rice then"

SPACE ALIENS:

If I ever get a chance to hang out with space aliens I think we should go to a theme park, because I bet the aliens would enjoy riding on rollercoasters and eating cotton candy... and that would be a good way to pick up chicks too, unless the aliens are the evil "Mars Attacks" kind...

THOUGHTS ON THE TRAP:

The real genius behind the whole operation is the trap, if the unsuspecting victim bites hard enough on the bait, they will soon discover their situation is desperate. This realization, more often than not, throws them into a frenzied panic which seals their fate.

TORNADOS THAT HIT IOWA CITY:

So I got wasted last night and went on a looting mission in downtown Iowa City after the tornados hit. I rummaged around for nearly an hour, but all I found was a bunch of empty pop cans and a crappy old bike... then, when the lights came back on, I realized that I was still in my friend's garage... so I shifted my target to his kitchen and looted a few more beers, then I staggered around downtown Iowa City with the other 10,000 drunk people... what can I say, great minds think alike (especially after a beer or ten)

Amigos

Mis amigos mexicanos dicen, a mi, "Vicente Fox es una idiota"... y yo digo, a ellos, "tenemos muchas idiotas en nuestro gobierno tambien"... y, por eso, nosotros somos amigos, los mexicanos y yo...

Justice?

What is justice?

Justice is the satisfaction that the wealthy get from funneling the change they squeeze from the low men on the totempole directly into their pockets. Justice is guaranteed to those that can afford it, but then again, so is injustice. Justice is the thing that makes me want to kill every cop. Justice is the thing that makes me want to kill every lawyer. On the honesty continuum, cops fall right down there next to criminals... lawyers are somewhere in the middle, not because they are honest people, but because one of those greedy bastards has got to be telling the truth by default. Yo, justice DOES NOT EXIST in the courts. Sorry to break that to you, but if you care, here's at tip. If you want justice, take it into your own hands... And if you are going to commit a wrong against society or against another person, make sure you pick something that you can get away with... pretty much anything less than murder won't blast a prosecuting attorney off his lazy ass. Unless you get caught redhanded, then you're in big trouble. Even if you don't commit a crime, you can still get prosecuted... Don't think being innocent is solid defense, it's not. No no, even paying a greedy bastard (I mean attorney) to take your case sometimes isn't enough. Anyway, I'm getting off track. What I'm saying is, Justice is a fallacy.

Random and Oft Times Nonsensical Thoughts

02/06--

I like to douse things in flammable liquid, light them on fire, and then say, "WHOA! 'Spontaneous' combustion!"while gesturing big quotation marks around the word "spontaneous".

02/06--

Ladies, a friendly piece of advice... I know sometimes conversation gets a little slow but regardless of the circumstances it is not, I repeat, it is NOT good to talk about your ex-boyfriend... don't do it... ever... please... for my sake.

02/06--

The dawning of a new day... similar to all those that have come before it, however altogether unique in its own right. Today I choose my own destiny... I alone lead myself into a new light, and beat the trail for others who will come behind me.

02/06--

Sometimes I feel like getting my shotgun out, loading it and then walking around for awhile before I randomly shoot someone in the face. Seriously though, I am the next Dick Cheney.

02/06--

I've got a great idea for a new olympic sport... it combines my two favorite activities: drinking and lighting things on fire. Basically the object of this sport is to get as intoxicated as possible and then launch flaming projectiles at the other team, the crowd, the officials and pretty much everyone else within launching distance. I think I'll call my ingenius new sport "flameball". I'm going downtown to go practice for the 2010 Olympic Flameball team.

02/06--

I remember waking up before dawn when we were in West Virginia... and the fog was still covering everything... the dense, frigid, morning cold, wet blanket... and then as the sun started to come up, it burned bright warm trails through the cloud... until finally all I saw was just one last thin sheet of the fog rolling along the tree tops on shady side of the mountain...

the fog and the light... they were really special... they were beautiful... it was as if the mountains had sprung up to their towering heights just to attest to the beauty of that place

02/06--

I fucked mother nature... 9 months later, she gave birth to an alternate universe, a black hole, the moon and the sun. Now, I spend my time drifting between parallel universes and kicking it with the cellestial bodies that are my offspring, trying to get rid of these bastard planets... except earth, because it has my eyes... but Neptune is paying the child support so SHHH! You only wish you could live my life.

02/06--

If Hillary won on election day, the 911 circuit boards would be lighting up like a Jerry Lewis Telethon for spousal abuses on Election Night

02/06--

That would be fucked up to roll up on a homeless people orgy... cause you know they never shave anything either

02/06--

I'm working on my neo-Suessian classic... Horton Hears a WTF

02/06--

I consider myself a lot like Gandhi... Gandhi sat alone meditating in a jail cell as a form of civil disobedience against an oppressive society whereas I sat alone, horribly hungover, in an isolation cell, trying to remember exactly what it was I had done to get myself there in the first place.

02/06--

I remember one time I went to the reservoir with a friend... we got to a fairly secluded spot right near the water and he pulls 5 big packs of Juicy Fruit out of his pocket. Anyway, he would open up 4 or 5 pieces of the gum individually and wad them each into a little ball. Then he would look at me and say, "Listen." He proceeded to throw each wad of gum into the water and wait for the splash, "BLOOOP!". We both found this quite hysterical at the time. As if that weren't funny enough, he would take the empty gum wrappers and sniff them while making borderline orgasmic noises. The moral of this story is: Next time you take hallucinogenic mushrooms and go to the reservoir, don't forget the Juicy Fruit.

02/06--

In the absence of amphetamines I have regressed to the academic mannerisms of a Kindergartner stuck on "nap time". Wake me up when it's time for finger painting.

02/06--

The King of Diamonds is armed with an ax while the other three kings are armed with swords. The king of hearts is shown with a sword behind his head leading to the nickname "suicide king". I was playing poker for 5 hours last night instead of studying for my midterms today... now I feel like pulling a "king of hearts".

02/06--

I remember arriving in Lubbock, Texas at 11 am having driven 17 hours straight through the night... the man at the gas station told me it hadn't snowed there in 15 years, I must have brought the weather down with me... the snow didn't bother me much though, I had left 3 inches on the ground behind me and I assumed that I would return to it again also... the snow made no difference because after that first hit, ice was pumping through my veins like a 747 jumbo jet, a freight train and a sold out death metal venue all in one... 3 sleepless days later, I was smooth as velvet spitting game on pink panthers at the club.

02/06--

I'm off in my own little world... and right now my little world is on fire big time... and somehow it's raining gasoline. And somebody packed the volcanoes with fireworks... talk about a lack of foresight!

02/06--

Before I die, I want to pee on a cop car... with the cop standing right there... and if he tries to stop me, well, then I'll pee on him too.

02/06--

The universe is a symphony, comprised of many separate instrumental entities acting independently, although harmoniously, to create an infinitely unique tune. The essence of the symphony lies in the common tones and tempo shared between instruments in harmonizing distinctly different yet necessarily interdependent entities. Beauty, then, is achieved by the conscious and skillful manipulation of each individual instrument to create harmonious melodies and to avoid discord. The power of the universe, like the symphony, stems from the size and scale of production as well as the ability with which available instruments are utilized.

02/06--

While you were eating, I made you a Valentine... it's nothing special, just a Panchero's napkin folded in half and torn in the shape of a heart... well actually it looks more like the Batman symbol, but you know I'm not much of an artist. Anyway, it might not look like much to the naked eye, but it actually came from the bottom of my heart... so... Will you be my Valentine?

02/06--

I'm whoring my mind to "the Man" at the library... assuming that "the Man" is actually a woman... and maybe my mind can be a woman too... I'll think about it.

02/06--

Me and Sadam Hussein have a date for tennis tonight @ Gitmo... we were trying to play doubles, but Osama had to back out at the last minute... some kind of Jihad thing or something.

02/06--

When I get stressed out, I usually try to pretend like the stress doesn't exist. If that doesn't work, I try some stress relieving excercises like firing high-power handguns and rifles, lighting stuff on fire or driving way too fast. If these don't work, then I just get drunk and play poker, because that's generally the inevitable end of my night anyway.

02/06--

If I had to pick one highlight from poker last night, it would DEFINITELY be when I hit the Royal Flush (spades) in my come-from-behind performance at The Lodge, which resulted in a $58 profit. My Royal Flush was dealt by none other than Mr. Trent Fish at approximately 2:45 am on Friday March 3, 2006... The odds of hitting a Royal Flush are 649739:1

I'll check?

Mini Poem Thingy... love it... it loves you...

The heart is a crashing wave of emotion, splashing and splattering like glass as its shattering, it smashes then slowly rolls upon the tattered shores of the soul.