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What Path Might We Take

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

I’m feeling a little better now and if I should jump again I think I know where to. Am I on a path of destruction? Sounds like fun to me. It’s not like I’m doing anything illegal.

I’ve got a plan of action for right now. Job wise, housing wise, etc. I just need some more time and MONEY. If only it were so easy.

I caught up on True Blood. That shit is addicting. I can’t stand but loooove the way they leave every episode hanging and then they pick it right up in the next. It’s perfect. Predictions – Tara hooks up with Jason but Jason goes back to whatchyamacallit town and finds the werepanther girl. Maybe she comes to Jason, who cares. The werewolves seem kind of weak which is disappointing thus far. Alcid is just meh. Hopefully they spice them up a bit. It seems to me that Sookie is thinner and more gaunt this season. Like her face is showing some age. I don’t know but something seems really different. I’m not sure how much down time was between shoots, they just finished not too long ago so maybe I can find an updated pic to compare to. Sam boy still seems alright, his character is more laid back now but getting caught up in family drama. I don’t care for this because I though only the first born could be full shifter. The gay vampires are a hoot. I’m sure that was easy for someone to write in. ;-) The best part was Erik banging that hot vamp chick for 6 hours straight. Dude’s my hero. Ha. Let’s not forget Pam going down on her too. Funny, over the top debauchery… I love it.

I love meeting new people. I’m getting bored with the current ones. Too immature. Is that wrong of me? I’m doing what I want. Fuck ‘em all. I have an appetite for destruction.

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Updates

Wednesday, June 16th, 2010

Well, it’s been a week I guess. It seems like a blur. I’ve been working every day and learning new things for my job. The next 60 days ought to be interesting. Yesterday was tough. As soon as I walked in my manager asked what was wrong. The funny part was I didn’t even know something was wrong. I felt like blah going in but I didn’t even give it a thought, I try to leave my personal shit behind when I go into work. It sure did eat me up though even when I didn’t see it coming. I walked into the bathroom and just stared at the mirror. I about lost it and I have no idea why. I just don’t know if this is where I want to be at. Fucking weird. Am I slipping? What the hell is wrong with me?

The new season of True Blood started Sunday. I have yet to watch the episode. I’ve been busy, though I may watch it tonight depending on how I feel. I’ve been waiting forever to watch it.

The Celtics lost game 6 by a ton. Perkins went down with a sprain. The Celtics kept up the defense fairly well holding the Lakers at 42% shooting however Boston’s offense did not show up, missing a ton of easy shots and layups. I suspect Ray Allen and Paul Pierce will bring hell on Thursday night to take the series. I watched the game over at a friend’s parents’ house. They’re good folk and it’s fun to watch and talk with them. I haven’t decided where I’m watching game 7 yet though I got an invite back again.

I have yet to clean my abode. I know I’m in a funk, right now I feel indifferent about everything. I’m just numb to the world. On my days off I try to motivate myself to clean and then I find every excuse not to. This weekend I will not do that, I have to clean as I’m disgusted by my own mess. It’ll help lift this funk if only for a few hours.

I gave up on religion so I don’t want to even think about that. I’m tired of relationships or even trying at this point… my mind is way too busy for that. I need to start looking for places to move to for when I have enough money. I have to start paying down debt. I need to join the local gym so I can lift weights and hopefully they have an indoor track. The list goes on.

No one knows what it’s like. Some people can relate to similar things, sure.

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Here come the Celtics!

Sunday, May 23rd, 2010

My boy Rajon Rondo is leading this charge. They’re seemingly unstoppable in going for another championship ring. Given their propensity to fuck up in the 4th and going against the Lakers might make for an interesting series. I’m still thinking a sweep of the Magic and the Lakers. Ha.

Somehow I missed the memo that Rampage agreed to fight Rashad. That’s next Saturday, I can’t wait. Given the last few UFCs seemingly sucked (of course I was not watching on a nice screen) I’m hoping this one will rock as I chill at BDubs.

Many things have been going on. I haven’t really updated in… well a full month. Why? I don’t know. I’ve been going through my cycles, I’m on a downward spiral right now. I just don’t seem to belong here nor anywhere for that matter. I just have to ride this one out. I start a new job soon so there’s always that. I wish I could just magically shake off this feeling but I just feel so… what is the word I’m looking for? I think I got it: “Lost.” That’s really the basis I guess but seemingly complicated to explain.

I had a situation where two new friends lied to me to my face (I knew it as they did it.) I called one of them out a few days after; I was asked certain questions so I told the truth otherwise I was just going to let it go (though keep it in the back of my head.) I’m sort of keeping my distance from them. Everyone is always busy and I have lots of free time. I’m hoping to shore up that free time in the near future with work and working out.

I’ve had upswings and down. I didn’t think about updating the blog here until today. It’s taken a month since applying before I even start the job. This apartment depresses me and I need to think about moving soon. That depresses me. I have debt pretty high now and I just bought something stupid… well not stupid but I should have waited a little longer. I have money but it will be tight for sure until a few paychecks can start rolling in. I’m ever so lonely and not in a family/friends kind of way. I don’t think it’s right to burden myself or someone else with a shitty relationship by just going out to suppress that feeling. I’ll meet someone eventually but when I don’t know. Then I have other bullshit emotions to deal with. I shouldn’t compare but I know I will. It’s hard to downgrade when you’ve tasted caviar.

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UFC 112: WHATAJOKE SILVA vs MAIA

Saturday, April 10th, 2010

I couldn’t purchase this fight and it’s a good thing. None of the local bars had it either… once again a good thing. Wasting one dime on this would have pissed me off moreso than it already did. I finally got to see a streaming video of it catching only the last two fights. The BJ Penn fight was good, Edgar held his ground and had some textbook foot movement and jabs and ended up taking the belt in a unanimous decision. It was a slower fight but I thought it was excellent.

Going on to the main event featured a relatively no name fighter when compared to Anderson Silva. Demian Maia is good, I definitely wouldn’t discount him, but as a challenger to Silva my doubts were there. They were proved right in the first 5 seconds of the match when one could easily tell that Silva was the far superior fighter. So now is the part where all the fans get to see a trademark 20 second knockout, right? Wrong. Instead Silva plays the entertainer card. Okay, he knows how to do that. He taunts and backs it up. He might even showboat a little bit. But here, here he went farrrr beyond that to pure asshattery. I’ll give him one round, hell throw in a second. I know what he’s doing. But finish him at the end of the second round, preferrably much sooner than that. For fuck’s sake finish him at the beginning of the third round. We all know Silva gets gassed if it goes longer than 2 rounds but his talent is at the point where he never needs to reach that mark. I don’t know if this is some sort of “training” for him but he failed on that part. We get to watch him run around the ring and Maia put his all into it in the last two rounds. Maia’s legs were fucked up, his eye was fucked up, hell his whole face was fucked up. We knew he was done and he knew it was all or nothing time. Silva just has speed, length, and strength… a truly skilled and difficult opponent. I give Maia credit for stepping in the ring and trying. I know going all out from the gates will get you knocked out so I could see the strategy but he had no hope and everyone knew that. Nothing was working. I’m glad he didn’t pull a Leites or even a Griffin for that matter. He stood in.

Silva apologized the last time he pulled this shit. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, shame on you. His apology this time rang hollow. I’m glad his contract is almost up and I hope Dana doesn’t re-sign him because I’m seriously losing interest in the dude. Dana needs to do something or prepare for the heat. I’m so pissed at him right now, it’s bad business and bad entertainment. I’m really glad I didn’t spend a nickel on this and I would want a refund if I had.

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Sports And Stuff

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

I just did some reading last night and watched UFC 108. It featured Rashad Evans vs Thiago Silva. Rashad was working on his ground and pound surprisingly and took Silva down many times. He dominated the first two rounds leaving some sort of knockout as Thiago’s only hope. He realizes this and taunts Rashad to take a swing at him for most of the third round. He’d wave him over or drop his guard and stick his face out. It’s tempting to beat the shit out of him but Rashad is smart and kept back. Unfortunately during one exchange a counter nailed Rashad stunning him. Silva jumped on him quick but Rashad managed to stay up and not get knocked out. He would clinch up on him to prevent a further beating. Joe Rogan starts saying how Silva needs to act now (they separated and had their hands at their sides catching their breaths.) He was right, don’t let Evans recover. But Silva is an idiot and let him recover only to get tied up for the last minute and thirty seconds leaving it to decision which easily went to Rashad. I was happy with the whole fight card, every one featured submissions and ground and pound and on the feet action. They may not have been big names but it was fun to watch. This one might have been worth $40. Go figure.

I also watched the UK vs UofL game yesterday. It was scrappy from the getgo, Bledsoe fouls a few seconds into the game (bullshit call) and he’s going off. Calipari has to bench him so he cools down. Not but 30 seconds later 3 technical fouls are assessed in a mini-brawl. This shit is getting real and the record 24k+ crowd in Rupp Arena is about to explode. This rivalry has far reaching implications in the Bluegrass. Neither team can hit a basket in the first half and the defense played is stellar. Fouls are flying left and right easily hitting the one and one bonus with 10 to go in the first. By the second half Louisville manages to cut the lead after a 5 point swing when Patterson misses a wide open dunk (BRICK) and they nail a trey. They get up one point 42-41 before John Wall (who is back in the game from a cramp) finally gets back in rhythm and tears ‘em apart. It’s tense up to the buzzer but UK retains the lead at around ten points with some rare missed free throws from Wall. Kentucky extends the unbeaten record to 15-0.

Today is a day of relax and rest for me. I’m going to watch football all day to keep my mind busy. I need the Steelers to win and the Texans and Jets to lose. Unfortunately, the teams they’re playing may rest their starters fucking our chances for the playoffs. I have a few bills to get in order but that’s it.

I was thinking and figured that if Ms. Sexy X is happier without me in her life then that’s what I want. Hey, I may not be as happy but oh well. I’ve always been interested in her happiness so if this is what it takes I’ll accept that. Only she can answer that and I guess she has. I don’t have to like the decision but I’d never force myself upon anyone so I have to move on. That’s hard and will take a lot of time. As stated above I try to keep busy but many times I slip up. If I ask myself ”is my life better off without MSX?” I’d answer no in a heartbeat. Someone that is super smart, can make me laugh all the time, and has such a huge heart, and cares about me. That is a no-brainer. I want ME to be happy but not at her expense. Fare thee well, my love. ;-) I hope she finds happiness wherever she goes.

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Busy Days Help

Sunday, December 6th, 2009

I was right, the 4th was so very hard on me. I had the day off and it just hit me. I tried cleaning to keep my mind off of it but I’d just breakdown over and over. I did manage to clean my incredibly messy room… I always let it go to shit when I tumble into depression. I just start throwing anything anywhere. Well, I was tired of the mess and it just further depressed me. I was intending to keep busy so I couldn’t think but I failed. Alas, I finally got it clean, my laundry all washed, the kitchen clean, and my bathroom clean. It felt really good despite the fact that I felt like shit. I ended up going over to a friend’s to play Call of Duty until 2AM. I got home and in bed by 3AM only to get up at 6AM.

Yesterday was much easier but not entirely better. The lack of sleep wasn’t fun. I was busy at work all day when my boss sprung a surprise project on me. We were horribly understaffed until 1PM. It’s alright as I went on a 3 hour lunch at 12 so that I could watch UK beat UNC. John Wall dominated the first half only to come out in the second with bad cramps. We had a commanding lead that just shrivelled up. I don’t feel like breaking down the game but suffice it to say we need to work on free throws bad and learn to kick the ball out to our perimeter when they double down the big guys.

I went back to work for just an hour before leaving to go over to a friend’s to watch the SEC Championship game. Alabama beat Florida… well destroyed is a better word. I was happy. Tebow is good and all but he doesn’t make me a bandwagon Florida fan like a lot of people seem to be doing. I don’t really have a college football team but I’ll stick with USC for a few reasons. (That’d be SoCal and NOT SoCar.)

After that we made some delicious burgers. They’re at least a quarter pound each. I had two which was a HUGE mistake. I was sooooo full. Ms. Sexy X called me and talked for about 20 minutes which was great. Unfortunately I was at a friend’s and at the very end I felt like throwing up. She sounded wonderful though and that was the highlight of my day for sure. I think she misses me but I know she won’t say. She’s set her mind for the moment so maybe one day she will but I just have to wait. :-( I get where she’s coming from when she does that but I wish she’d open up to me again. Afterall, it’s just us. I’ll wait for her… I love her. :-)

So I almost threw up. I was in the bathroom for a good bit, I walked around outside in the BRISK 20 degree weather to help. I stood for the first part of the Ultimate Fighter.

The whole card was actually entertaining. I was disappointed with Matt beating Marcus. Matt is such an idiot saying they both have “retard strength” on live TV. Really? I laughed at how stupid he could be. McSweeney beat Schoonover which I did want. Hamill beat Jones though Hamill got beat down so badly. Jones got DQ’d for illegal vertical elbow drops to the face. I never heard of them doing a DQ… wouldn’t it be a NC? Interesting. Jones should have won but the ref wouldn’t call it. Kimbo Slice beat Houston Alexander (who has an uncanny resemblence to the rapper Common.) The first round was completely boring with Houston literally dancing around the ring for the whole fucking thing. The second round started the same way with weak leg kicks to Kimbo’s bad knee. Not a bad game plan but put some power behind that shit. Kimbo slammed him down a few times and dominated the second round. The third round they were both tired and there were some takedowns and punches exchanged but it was slow and went to the bell where they both were exhausted. By unanimous decision Kimbo won which I agree with. Now given his age and bad knee… I can see him fighting a few more times but I certainly don’t expect him to last. The last fight featured Brenden Shaub and Roy Nelson. Guess who fucking won? Yeah the fatass did. I do give him credit, he actually put up a much better fight this time. Clearly Shaub needed to stay on his feet which he figured out after shoving that lardass off of him with one hand (WOW!) They were trading licks after that. Nelson gets gassed quick so dancing around to the second round would have worked but instead they exchange punches again except this time Nelson catches Shaub with a HUGE right hook to the ear which puts him to sleep. He punched him once more on the ground but Shaub was dazed and the ref stepped in to signal the knockout. Am I disappointed? You bet but oh well.

Chuck Lidell and Tito Ortiz are the next coaches for the middleweight TUF. Why the washed up Chuck? I guess he gets ratings and is friends with Dana. I wanted to see Georges St. Pierre coach. This next Saturday is a huge fight card in UFC 107. I’ll watch for sure.

I went home after that as my stomach was still iffy. This morning I feel fine (knock on wood.) I wish I could have talked longer with her. I probably won’t hear from her again for another week if not two weeks. That sucks. :-(

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Choke Out

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

I went into work not feeling like doing shit. The machine was broke again and after spending 4.5 hours on it I gave up and went home early. That gave me from 1500 on to do whatever and with it being 70 and sunny, I opted to stay outside. What to do though? Well, it had been a while since I had a cigar so I got a glass of water, a Bolivar Cofradia No. 754, my dual torch lighter, cigar cutter, and put on some shorts and sat out on the deck. I smoked it for a good hour and twenty minutes down to the very end. It was very relaxing. I just sat outside thinking on what to do. I didn’t come up with a damned thing. I just have to take it a day at a time. I hate the uncertainty.

After that, I threw a football with my brother for about an hour. He stopped by and I was feeling energetic. So much so that I was going to go for a mile run. I don’t need to tell you that running after smoking isn’t a smart idea but fuck it. I barely made half a mile before resting for 2 minutes then running back a half mile. I was tired… not really out of breath but I figure I didn’t have a whole lot of oxygen in my system.

I went up to the roof right after to catch my breath and cool off and watch the sunset. Much to my dismay the clouds rolled in so I didn’t get to see much of anything. I went back inside and took a hot bath, I just soaked my legs for a good while before I showered. I watched the Ultimate Fighter and then watched “the Shining.” I forgot how looooooong that movie is. Jeez.

Rampage Jackson is such a dick. I don’t like him at all. He berates and berates. He is a horrible coach, he doesn’t build his guys up but merely talks smack about the opponents. It’s no wonder he is about to get sweeped just like last year. He kept calling Darrill “titties” even though his own boy Zac had bigger man boobs. Darrill is beastly for drinking that much alcohol especially when trying to get in shape to fight. Stupid. I wanted Zac to win, he’s a bit of a social outcast. He looked okay in the fight but kept his guard too low and took too many quick shots to the face. He had the nice and much needed takedown to escape defeat and he hammerfisted nicely. You could see how tired or dazed he was. He allowed himself to get into a triangle choke within Darrill’s legs. He held on for a long time but made no attempt to break it and Darrill finally got the extra leverage using his arm to help choke him out. Oh well. I like Rashad and I think he could easily kick Rampage’s ass especially since that pussy chickened out on the fight. (Rampage commented that Rashad wanted to hold on to the belt longer so he refused a fight. Riiiight, like he wanted to get his face destroyed by Lyoto Machida over your pansy ass… that totally makes sense.)

I slept in until 1000 today. I was happy about that. I got on my computer just fiddling around, putting off what I needed to do. There’s a song called “Breathe Into Me” by Red that I discovered and like. I finally got to writing a letter to Ms. Sexy X. Well, it was more of a poem I had written for her a while back. I have one more as well. I also sent her a long email about some stuff. I don’t know when she’ll read that as she doesn’t have access to it. I was going to send via regular mail but she won’t see that for a while and it didn’t feel right to send it through that. It took a little while for both things to get them perfect. Then I went to the hospital to fix some billing issues. I just got back and ate.

I’ve gotten a bunch out of the way today. I feel good to some extent. There’s a depression looming overhead so I can’t get too excited. I have to come up with ideas. Oy.

A new Vampire Diaries is on tonight. I like the show well enough but it’s a bit too… teen/high school/dramatic for my tastes. That said I read the books and they’re only loosely following them but I still enjoy watching them. True Blood doesn’t start again until next summer I think. So fucking far away.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AkXPw_lorew

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Little Of Everything

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

Today was a waste of a day. I woke up, went to work, fiddled around with a machine for the whole shift, then went home. I’m getting impatient, I need to go.

When I got home I grabbed a Pepsi and head for the roof to watch the sunset. It was actually warm out so I had put on shorts and a T-shirt. It was pretty. All I could think of was why this is happening, how can such hate, malice, and evil thrive in a world so beautiful. It’s fucking disappointing. I was looking for inspiration on what to do, where to go. I’m at a loss really and that’s even more frustrating.

From there I went on to the back deck with a football and just threw to some chairs for a while. The deck is rather large. I threw the ball off the deck a few times for fun and ran up and down the hill to get it. I did that for a good bit, about 20 minutes I’d say. After that I did a bunch of pullups, 40 to be exact. I also did 40 knee ups. My abs are burning. I’m sure I’m strengthening them though I wish I had washboard status going on. Well, it’s no big deal but it’d be nice.

I watched the new NCIS. It was a forgettable episode. Tony (Michael) wasn’t as funny as normal. Something just seemed off about the whole episode, perhaps because it was themed? I’m not sure. I still enjoy it and the killer was easy to guess, I did right off the bat. My suspicions were confirmed the longer they went after everyone else… the lack of talking about that person made me know it’d be her.

Sons of Anarchy was pretty good. The crew were up to their shenanigans again and a lot of things happened. I’ll write up that post later. I can’t wait until next week’s. Oy.

I also watched Enemy of the State after the show. I forgot how long that movie is. It’s a classic though, I like it.

Now I’m going to go eat leftovers and I don’t know what else. Maybe I’ll go to bed early. I’m sort of tired. I just don’t want to lie here thinking. I know I’m sort of sad/depressed but I’m not letting it phase me. I’m just neutral right now. I don’t know how long I can hold myself at that. I just have to keep doing what I have to do and maybe things will fall into place. I’m trying, all I need is a chance.

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News, Lose, And Shoes

Thursday, October 1st, 2009

Keep this SCOTUS docket in mind: McDonald v. Chicago, 08-1521. Why? It is a case challenging Chicago’s draconian handgun ban law and the Supreme Court of the US has actually decided to hear it! Wow! I never thought I’d see the day. I know Heller v. DC opened up the floodgates so to speak with all sorts of laws being challenged but the ruling was narrow and didn’t touch incorporation of the 2nd Amendment. I figured it’d be years before we saw a case like this and it’s on the docket already for next summer! I’m not sure what the plan is here, it was a 5-4 ruling on Heller v. DC and the only justice replaced was already a leftie so the balance hasn’t shifted. I’m surprised that the law will be challenged under Obama’s administration. I don’t know how it will go but almost everyone, including gun banners, think the ban will be overturned. I agree but it’s what else is put in that opinion that could make a difference. I’m nervous but it’s about time.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/10/01/AR2009100100419.html

Moving on to the Ultimate Fighter last night… what a horrible fight. The episode was good, it was pretty funny with all the bickering. I laughed pretty hard when Rampage told McSweeney to “take Rashad’s nuts out your mouth so I can hear you.” Then when Rashad was harrassing Rampage about losing to Keith Jardine who was in the house… priceless. The fight was very predictable. I wanted to see Kimbo lose since he’s garbage but I don’t like Roy at all, he’s an ass who sucks at MMA as well. I hope he gets knocked the fuck out now, with them saying he’s Rashad’s number one guy let’s me know they’re in trouble now. Anyways, Kimbo’s obvious chance was to stay on his feet and deliver punches, everyone knows that. He has no ground game, he’s new to it. That was made obvious when Roy finally took him down with a minute to go in the first round where they stayed with Roy using his fat rolls to smother Kimbo and lay little punches on his head. Weak. In the second round Kimbo starts off strong and lands quite a few heavy punches which obviously stuns Roy. Roy comes after him and Kimbo just lands a huge knee into his gut. Unfortunately, that meant at that moment Kimbo was standing on one leg off balance. Roy’s forward inertia coupled with his giant fat rolls kept him going forward, falling right on Kimbo which actually left Roy in the better position – on accident I assure you. From there we had a full minute of Roy doing nothing. I like Herb Dean but he should have waved them up to their feet but he didn’t. Roy had a very weak side control which any good fighter could get out of. He pinned Kimbo’s arms to the ground and used his rotundo to smother him whilst laying itty bitty punches to the top of Kimbo’s head. Herb had no choice but to call the fight after a minute of that. Why? While he wasn’t doing any damage, Kimbo couldn’t defend himself and this would have gone on for 3 more minutes so it didn’t matter. WEEEEEAK! I’m sure we’ll see them work Kimbo back in somehow, the previews are already hyping that shit. Marcus looks like he could be a beast but he’s a softy given his rant on flowers. WTF? I can respect a man and gardening but while you’re on an MMA show competing for a contract you might want to keep that little tidbit to yourself. I can dig it but it’s only going to hurt you. He seems hurt prone too.

Lastly, Michael Vick was said to have a new endorsement with Nike as reported by ESPN last night. I was calling BS, there’s no way. I was proved right this morning when they reported an agent claimed he was but a Nike spokesman said that there is no endorsement in place, just free equipment provided like they do for many athletes. That’s too bad, I was getting my hopes up for some “BadNewz Shoes” you know that new “PitFight Series.” Hahahaha.

I’m going on 13 days without hearing from my Ms. Sexy X. I’m a bit sad. I’m feeling okay, I’m trying not to let it get to me but you know that shit lingers regardless. I have a busy day of painting, mowing, and fixing my computer ahead of me. Then I go into work. It’s finally sunny and clear here, I was getting pissed off at all the cold assed weather and cloudy days lately. It’s still chilly, mid-60s maybe. Oy.

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Sons of Anarchy S02E04: Eureka

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

This episode starts off with a laugh, the boys are teasing the prospect about his lack of a nut since one was blown off in Iraq. He informs them that he’s getting a prosthetic ball called a “neuticle” or some shit.

Gemma puts a face to one of the rapists and is about to go off. Unser being the clueless dunce that he is goes in and threatens Zobelle. Gemma has an opportunity and a Glock to kill one of the whities. She chickens out as he is talking to his son on the phone.

Bobby takes his fatboy motorcycle that backfires so loud and blows so much smoke that Tig crashes his bike along with another biker. They take him to a Kaiser hospital where they tell him he’s got to go to another hospital for insurance purposes. This little chinese girl calls a bounty hunter she knows and I guess Tig has a warrant out because they came in a van and took him. Okay, what person would do that? How quick are these guys to kidnap him that quick? I must say the rescue was pretty sweet. So Clay and Jax explode for a moment and then a few of the guys get on the flatbed and bust down the wall and take them by surprise. The looks on the bounty hunters’ faces was priceless. I don’t think they cared at that point about losing Tig.

This whole episode works up to Opie siding with Clay (can you say “irony?”) with it coming to a head in a chat between Prez and Veep. Jax mentions he doesn’t know how to deal with Clay’s part in ordering a hit on Opie and killing Donna and Clay tells him he better get used to it and if he mentions it one more time, he’ll kill Jax. Wow, where does it escalate from here?

One last thing, maybe because I’m a dork, I love the previews for that new show “The League.” I’ve done fantasy football quite a few times though I’m not in a league this year. I don’t like how people get all in it and don’t give a shit about the game. I much rather watch the game and I think the fantasy football leagues compliment them. But I can see the humor in making fun of those fair weather nerds. :-D

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Wavering Emotions, YIKES!

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Funny how quick a few hours and some sleep makes. What difference am I speaking of? I feel like shit today. Okay so the morning starts off slow, whatever. I go to work, do my stuff, get off of work, and then make a few calls. I call Ms. Sexy X and it’s doing this thing yet again where it will ring a few times and then just disconnect, no voicemail… nada. That instantly gets me worried. This has been going on for a few days. I wasn’t sure if she did something on her end or if it’s a connection problem or what. I’ll admit I called one day and it did that so I called again because I was thinking “what the hell” and it rang a few times and went to voicemail… which tends to indicate the phone. I mean all the other times she’s in bad connection it goes straight to voicemail. So why does it ring and disconnect? Is she answering?? It’s not an answer and hang up deal, it just stops. So I’m wondering if she hits answer and it just disconnects us both. I don’t think so because that would mean she’s answered it a bunch lately and I just don’t see that happening. :-(

To top it off it’s been 11 days of no communication. I hate that. Blah.

So what will tomorrow bring? As for tonight, I’m going to go soak in the tub I just cleaned, I cleaned my bathroom all up trying to get my mind off of shit. I was going to mow and try to get a tan but it is overcast and fucking cold and windy out. What the hell. Hopefully I can do that tomorrow. In an hour the new NCIS comes on. After that is that crappy NCIS:LA. Stupid spinoffs. They got the shittiest characters to try to be all special or something. The white dude is annoying, LL Cool J (c’mon get a real fucking name you asshat. You can’t act,) and that really annoying little old lady. I don’t even know what her point is in the show. I can’t watch that garbage. Oh and a guy that just goes around and analyzes people… how trite. Can you tell I don’t like the show? At 10PM a new Sons of Anarchy comes on. I can’t wait. I hope to forget myself tonight and maybe my morning will be better tomorrow. It’s always my lowest point if I have one. Just 31 more days.

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Dreams Mean Nothin’

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

I guess Jung would roll over in his grave but what does he know? He was a nut. I suppose we are all just one degree away from being crazy.

I dreamed that I got in a huge fight with my parents over something stupid, I’m not even sure what. I ended up walking out and just leaving for good. I know that’s what I’ve been thinking in my head so the fact it manifests into a dream isn’t a surprise. I haven’t done that but I’m considering just leaving this state so they can’t bother me. I just need one more month, so I need to play it cool until then.

It’s been six days since I last talked to Ms. Sexy X. I’ve received no communication after that night when she sent some texts. She may have sent more but they’re not coming through or she may have not sent any. I don’t know. I’m feeling fine to some extent, she makes me happy. There’s a little sadness but that’s to be expected. I keep hoping to hear anything from her. I’ll send my second letter in 5 days. I have yet to finish it in case we talk before that time, sometimes I like to add things from our talks as a surprise. ;-)

Nothing was on last night. I take that back, the Ultimate Fighter was on. Wes Shivers took on James McSweeney. I was going for Wes but neither one really interested me. The fight took the full 10 minutes… why? Because they were sleeping half the fight!

Wes starts off strong with a takedown shortly into it. After some attempts at side control James breaks free. From there James is swinging wildly and trying stupid crazy kung fu shit that will get his ass fucking beat down in the actual UFC. He was actually running away from Wes and just didn’t have the reach when he did move in. It was a horrible mismatch. Luckily for him, Wes tired out after 3 minutes into the round. It was ridiculous. So McSweeney got some good solid leg kicks in and a few jabs. Into the second round it was the same stuff, leg kicks and jabs. The big guy swung but was too slow and did manage another take down but didn’t do shit. Rampage yelled to drop elbows but he just couldn’t do anything. For most the second round he dropped his guard and actually leaned on the octagon side and rested! Rashad is screaming for James to move in but he was tired as well and didn’t take advantage of that. Finally Wes did another takedown but James quickly got on top and attempted a guillotine until time expired. They were calling for a 3rd round but they were both wiped and Wes was sure to get knocked out. Judges scored it a win to James with a split decision. I think I even fell asleep a few times during this “fight.” At the end we got to see Rashad pick the next fight… Roy Nelson vs Kimbo Slice. Here goes! I hope Slice gets knocked the fuck out. I really don’t know, they say Roy is good but he’s a fat ass…

Man vs Wild was on as well, it was a behind the scenes deal. I can’t help but watch those, he’s crazy. I like that show a lot. He ate some funky cave spider thing which was so fucking disgusting I almost couldn’t watch.

That was it for my night. I know it’s not real exciting but what can I say? Sigh. I’m lonely. :-(

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My Beautiful Disaster