Plus we’re pretty so why would I want to leave this spot blank?

I just went to Permalink this post “Word-vomit” and it seems I already have one because it auto-linked it to “word-vomit-2″ so now I have to be all creative and shit so I’m calling it “suck-my-balls” because I feel like ASS.

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I thought that one up while I was peeing.

I just got home from work.  Over eight hours and I made exactly $40.  I think that was four tables.  I made a new friend (Hi John!), whittled an almond down to nothing, flossed my teeth in the bathroom and I pinched my finger getting my keys out of my bag and burst so my finger’s blue.

Oh and I had a burger at half off so that’s a treat.

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I write, that’s what I do.  I’m sitting here in my room looking around feeling very lost and alone and I looked down at the floor and I saw my computer and thought “HEY! People love me!” and I started doing this.

You guys, I’m in a world of shit.  Personal shit and that sucks because I share everything but that with you.  Shit that’s my business I’ll tell you but shit that involves other people I keep to myself for litigation purposes.

That’s bullshit but it sounded smart.  I seriously just don’t like fighting with people and it’s not in my place to talk.

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Not relevant. I'm dancing. I just like the look on my face.

The other day I decided to head on over to my favorite bar to see friends. I feel that I need to mention I stopped drinking like seven weeks ago until my birthday and have only had a few since then. I also don’t typically drink during the day. I was just bored Sunday afternoon so I went to see Neal and Chris popped on by (Hi!). We got into a conversation that was a think piece. It really was. It was a great conversation and I had to leave so we had to stop it but it’ll resume the next time we get together. I was talking to Tim later that night and all I could say was that I was talking about “Stuff”. For some reason it was in my head and I had something forming but I didn’t know what or why.

I do now.

It’s about people. The core of who a person is. I’m not sure if I’m going to write this the right way but I’m going to write it anyway. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)

You know what?  Fuck this shit.  I’M FINE.  I just needed a minute.  Shit, who wouldn’t?  I’m thirty friggin’ three and I sat in my kids preschool parking lot and got slapped across the face with a burlap sac filled with tacks.  That’s right I said tacks.  Put that image in your head.  I was stabbed in the face by a billion tiny tacks filled with potentially shit news and I coupled that with some CRAZY shit I will absolutely NOT talk about on here (I only talk about me, it’s why it’s called a blog) and I flipped out okay?  Yesterday I was unable to turn on my computer or really even lift my phone.  It was so bad even my daddy had to give me a call.

My poor neighbors.  Every day after school if it’s nice everyone sits outside and the kids play.  All the chicks get chairs out and sit around while the kids run around but I always stick to myself.  Shocking, right?  Unless I’m at a bar, social function created for or by me or anywhere but my neighborhood I’m a loner.  They sit and chat and I stick to the side because I’m weird.  There’s nothing wrong with them, they’re all totally cool and I could sit there, I just am WAY too liberal and I’m the one who pipes up “I sleep naked” when they’re talking about sleeping in boxers and tube socks and it’s the only place I don’t like creating uncomfortable silences. (It gets better. Click to continue reading…)