Well, The A-Team (My Dad and I) are working on the backyard project, although, there has been a snag in the project.  Daddio got to focused on the project and hurt his thinker and has to rehabilitate for a few eons.  But that is life.  I am here.  I am gone.  I was.  I rocked.

But that is what happens, you get old and DIE!

...or maybe...

Dad just has to rest now.  But all our days are numbered.  Sick as it sounds, its true.  he had a mild stroke.  Truth.  

I went and visited mama and papa today,  made sure dad was doing okay, he is. the left side of him is weaker.  that's what happens.  makes me feel like i should stop thinking about what little worries i have in life: what i look like, how i dress, what i say and this stupid fucking neighborhood.  

It's space man dingo time.

ching ching muthafuckas!

Posted by word360 at 11:27 PM EST

Updated: Friday, 20 November 2009 12:24 AM EST

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Let me first begin by saying a few lyrics of the song I am listening to:

...then you walk, under the streetlights

...and your too drunk to notice that everyone is staring at you

...you just don't care about what you look like, the world is falling around you

...you just have to see her you just have to see her you just have to see her you know your breaking in two...

Thanks

Now, as dark and depressing those words put together may seem, the music that accompanies said words makes all the difference.

Here's a picture:

Everyone likes pictures.  Unless they are pictures of things you don't like.  I don't think anyone likes pictures they don't like.  But that is the costume I came up with for this Halloween.  At first I thought this was the stupidest thing I've done thus far in life, then I remember'd the time I walked naked around town, not this town, another town, comma.  Glad I wore it, it was hella fun.

And now, well now.  I have this crap cough from craptown.  Its from two weeks ago when me ben and ervin went to go see tiesto at that place in dallas, i would look up the name but im not going to.  Too many cigarettes, and then this Halloween I drank toooo much, threw uuuup in the back of Darren's car, from stupid tequila shots, actually they were quite awesome, comma.

In other news, My parents and I are destroying the deck in the back and filling up the hole that was there with some dirt, sowing grass and building a fence, a wood fence.  All in attempts to furthur my career as a human being.  I could say..."attempts to furthur my career as an American."  ...that sounds better.

Here's a picture:

Fall weather baby...damn it was feeling guuud outside today.  I have to cherish these moments because soon, too soon, it will get freezy cold like.  And that is never any fun.  Unless it snows, then that's fun.  

Well, gotta wake up earlier than usual again tomorrow for deck destroying duties. 

Here's a picture:

Posted by word360 at 12:35 AM EST

Updated: Friday, 6 November 2009 1:01 AM EST

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Well, Tripod has some strange new format now.  I hope it is only for the better.

But what I came here for:

On Monday, my parents came to the house with a 18 foot trailer to load up all the shit that is on the sides, yes sides, of the house.  Including a 500 pound safe.  Yes.  A 500 pound safe.  It is about 10 feet high, 4 feet wide, and other dimensions as well.  (If you ever watched Eddie Izzard when he was all cross-dressy, you might of got that).

So Today, being the beginning of Wednesday, they will come back for more razzle-dazzle.  There are rumors floating about of destroying the backyard deck and filling the hole with dirt.  Who knows.  I'll fucking move out of this fucking house.  Sometimes I don't know what I am doing anymore.  And by that I mean:  I know what I am doing, I just don't know what I am doing HERE.

Then I say fuck it

Its as goddamn easy as fucking riding an ocean wave out in the motherfucking Pacific Ocean on a motherfucking surfboard towards the shore.  Why in the fucking world would you not ride it, rather than to paddle around like a purple monkey dishwasher?

Decisions to decisions are made and not fought
But I thought,
this wouldn't hurt a lot.
I guess not. 

MGMT

Anyway, it is what it is and things will become how they will.  Being around my parents tenses me up a bit I suppose.

In other news, I am starting to get ripped from all the working out I have been doing.  I am on the verge of being able to destroy a small raccon or perhaps splinter a miniscule oak tree.  I just need to learn to eat razzle instead of drinking dazzle.  Oh well...

Today was a gorgeous day and hell fucking yea I rode both the bi and the motor...cycle.  Buhjeezus there was TONS of people at the parks here.  Freaking had to navigate like an Ace to get around.

Then I got home.

and now

I wait for the 'morrow.

stay classy

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Twenty-seven

Schfitty-shfive

Both numbers, one being more humorus than the other.  Point of the story: today/yesterday is/was my birthday.

I went and saw papa and mama.

And now I am in this state of funk.

Definately undescribable.

Waiting on the Sun 

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Tango de pandemonium

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Updated: Friday, 9 October 2009 1:45 AM EDT

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I can't get to sleep tonight. 

I was laying in bed with my eyes closed and felt incredibly restless and I knew I wouldn't fall asleep.  So I went out to the garage, grabbed a can of WD-40 and cleaned off the dirt on my bicycle.  Now it is all nice and shiny.  The only problem is, when I clean up my bicycle like this, it rains the next day.  It's my version of the Indian Rain Dance.  No matter, it killed 45 minutes and made me happy.

I rode my motorcycle earlier today.  Got tailed by a copper in Parker City.  Good thing I always do the speed limit and what-not, my inspection is out by the tune of 3 years.  I am riding the lightning.  Otherwise, the cool air had me dawning my fly-leather jacket.  My colors probably make me look like a retarded rider, but, I-don't-give.  I am sporting the American flag colors, Red, White, and Blue.

Annnnnd...now its getting cooler, then colder, and finally cold, dang.  This usually means I pick up my pace on drinking just a touch.  But I also buy more stuff.  Like a video camera that will work.  Maybe some drum heads and cymbals.

 Anywho...since I last posted, I've been hitting up on the weights with Thad at around 5.  The first 2 weeks we did pretty good, only missing around 2 days, but then "Life" interveined and made Thad show up less and less.  No worries though, I kept with the routine.  I think I am on week 4 right now.  Feel so much better too.  Mentally, Physically, Spiritually.....fuck it man, EVERYTHING is better.

Birthday of me is in 7 days, one week, then I will be 27.  Do I feel accomplished?  Nah.  Do I worry about it?  Only for one minute everyday, then fuck-it.  Where will I be in one year?  I have no idea.  As long as I go through life with a benelovent heart, I think I'll do just fine.  My world has no room for haters.

Well, hopefully I will be getting sleepy sometimes soon.  Tomorrow is another wacky adventure patiently waiting in the mist.  Until then...

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i am my own worst enemy

the end

thank you =)

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so...here we are again....

staring-at...this...thing...we...call....uno monstrositity!

I had a very awesome time tonight...let me re-cap in the best way i know how...hang with me.  This will be fun.......for me.

Get to the house, get in the car, get to the place, get the beer, wait for the time to slide, get in the room, get the fun going, get it .... get the fun... get outta here, get to da' choppa!, get to the house, get to the rock band, get to da....wtf!  (knock, knock knock)  on the door?!

police department?! wtf?! 

and I think (hey dildo heads go fuck yourself and eat a sock full of lemon juice you idiots...take a wet rag and stuff it in your tiny ears you fat fucks mother fucks piece of fucks shit fuck head blah blah blah...I have tourettes so don't blame me is just my central nervous system....balls!)

They were cool, just some stupid noise complaint, which hasen't ever happened...so we must have been having more fun than we ever had in the entire life-span of existance! ahhhhhhh!

I kid.

I sit here...I sit sitting in a sit chair that I sit on for my sitting purposes. Don't ask me how this came to mind, but, sitting is what I am doing....right now....sitting.

(and he whispers) ... and drinking

kool-aid!

sucka!

Its times like these you learn to love again, its times like these you give and give again. ITS TIMES LIKE THESE YOU LEARN TO LIVE AGAIN, ITS TIMES LIKE THESE, TIME AND TIME AGAIN!

off the top of my head, don't quote me on it.

nothing else to say really, cept' 

Today was a good day.

Here's a stupid picture:

Posted by word360 at 8:34 AM EDT

Updated: Friday, 9 October 2009 1:52 AM EDT

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Its been raining constantly around these parts.  Finally today was a clear day.  Now it is getting dark outside and I put on my cycle shoes.  I am ready to ride into the abyss, then other things will happen as the night progresses.

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