It is entirely not fair that when a woman gets an itch on say her ankle while peeing, that it does not cause a series of problems as it does for a man.
Yesterday, after the sorted events that had occurred in my life good luck fell upon me, the funny thing is that it was there all along... I just didn't know it. Karma waited for the perfect time to come up and help me stand up straight. I was disheartened and in an off character way hating the world that I actually love. A whole lot of bad had happened and then a good came along and now that good is all that I see. I propose that I will be self proclaimed from this point forth a Karma Sutra Master. Go back and look over that title again, it isn't where your brain went, this isn't about sex... but I could make it about sex if you prefer... just let me know... we can reread this naked.
A cook that is crazy about Karma, I bet your mind didn't think of this... I wish mine had... fantastic!
I don't always do things right in my life, but in the end I always do the right thing. This is something that is so far the most naked truth I have revealed on here. I have wronged many people in this life that I have been granted... I have done several things wrong, but when it's time and the time is now, I would like to do the right thing.
I would like to work hard, be good and have fun. If I hit two out of three on any given day I will consider my life a success. I think this is what my father had in mind. I am now a master of Karma Sutra. I will posture myself in this life for the maximum joy and pleasure in all that surround me.
I suppose I could apply this to multiple aspects of my life.
No more letting this life and this world influence how I think and feel. I don't want to ever hate this world again.
I actually had a suggestion today from a reader, and it was accurate..., and it was relevant...it was just perfect. Perfect enough that I have to take time to put it all together, structure and rebuild what has happened not to me, but for me.
In the stead I hope to be able to offer something to get you to come back tomorrow I give you a selection from the world of multimedia a trailer for tomorrow with which you have to structure the tease in your own mind.
I will ask you to because I am a whore for subscriptions.
I do offer you two things for stopping by for nothing but me suggesting something worth reading tomorrow.
One :
and Two a song :
I hope to see you all back here tomorrow, I feel it will be an important redux of yesterday and the sullen and unnatural Lucas approach to life. Karma kids, it's all about fucking Karma...
This week, assuming it started on the weekend, has been a very varied roller coaster. There has been a decent mix of good and bad going on and up until today the good outweighed the bad.
Friday :
I finished my first full week at my new job somewhere between two and three. I could probably have stayed later but I had just received my first check. It wasn't much, but it was some cash in my pocket. I was happy and feeling very accomplished. I was excited to get home, get some beers and spend some "buddy time" with Jamie. She drives me to the bank to cash my check and we promptly pick up some good beers, a good bottle of wine and just to make sure we ingested enough alcohol a twelve pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon cans.
Upon arriving home we kick back and start drinking, Jamie suggests we go out for some wings and who the hell am I to disagree. They were delicious wings with just the right amount of spice and it was just the right amount of food that it wouldn't interfere with our drinking.
I built us a fire in the back yard, we drank and talked and just generally gave ourselves a good time with nothing but our friendship and a few drinks floating us along. I passed out on the couch watching Cruel Intentions much later that night and I was feeling okay but not great when Saturday morning rolled around.
Saturday :
Jamie had a vicious hang over and was seriously dragging ass all morning. She threw up a little while I made a run for some coffee for me and muffins for us. The day was purposely lazy, we both sat around watched some television and didn't accomplish any of the hearty goals we had given ourselves the day before. I took a trip to the mall to go eyeball a knife set I plan to buy and price out some chef pants for work. A lazy day without much to speak of other than a feeling of contentment with my life.
I had recently received an email from my ex girlfriend saying that she had been following this website and that I seemed very happy. I am and I have been, Tucson up until this day had been very good to me. I also was featured on two websites. One my roommate Ethan mentioned me and provided a link to me on his site, and the other was a piece dedicated to me by an old friend. I encourage you to check them both out if you are as interested in me as I am.
With Jamie still not feeling well I had resigned that with all of this good feeling I was going to go out alone that night. I was going to have a couple of beers and people watch. I had full intention to do something I used to enjoy very much in my days in Baltimore. Without getting into too much detail I got drunk, drama ensued and I found my self generally annoyed with the world. I was so angry at the world in fact that I walked home with my anger on my back and found a random building along the way to take a piss on. This sort of passive aggressive lashing out is very satisfying to me, especially when I have a bladder full of cheap beer.
Once again I passed out, this time in my bed and unfortunately alone, a little company would have made my night a lot more bearable, but like I said I passed out... so obviously I didn't lose any sleep over it.
Sunday:
Another lazy day, not much of note happened at all. Jamie and I ate left overs, I caught up on Lost online. We called our mothers and made small talk for mothers day. Ethan came home from his conference in Prescott and Jamie got on a plane to Portland for an interview. At this point I would ask you to cross your fingers for Jamie to get the job, she is tremendously qualified, lets just hope this perspective employer realizes it. Anyway, I headed to bed as I had an early day at work, it was the first day we were opening for lunch service and I wanted to be well rested and alert.
Monday :
With Jamie out of town she was kind enough to loan me her car as transport in replacement of my trusty bicycle and I arrived at work fifteen minutes early bright eyed and bushy tailed. After enjoying a cup of the free coffee owed to me just for showing up I immediately got to work with my trusty parter in crime at Italia Moni. In short we kicked ass, it wasn't horribly busy but her and I have a great vibe on the line and nothing slows us down. Once our day ended I offered Moni a ride home as I had the tools ( Jamie's car ) to provide a service of kindness for a coworker. I decide after dropping her off that in return for Jamie's kindness of loaning her car to me that I would stop and put in some gas so she wouldn't have to stop at six in the morning on her way to work after doing a 30 hour round trip to Portland.
I find a gas station ( I'm still getting to know Tucson ) and after correcting my mistake of placing the gas tank on the opposite side from the pump I retrieve my wallet from my back pack to go and request ten bucks on pump three. To my dismay and the cause of my hatred for humanity at this exact moment my wallet was completely empty of cash. That morning when I stopped at Ike's for a muffin and coffee I had 85 dollars. My wallet had been emptied during the course of the day at work. Whomever made this trip into my bag did leave all of my cards and only took that which was untraceable. I sighed, my joy to work with the people I have been working with was instantly gone. I had been so pleased with the group that was hired along side of me and now suspected them all.
Any and all good things that have happened to me in the past several days are gone. It wasn't much money, but it was all that I had. It wasn't much faith in humanity, but it was all that I had. I have two weeks until my next check, and a lifetime of mistrust.
Have a wonderful Sunday, I am off to search for a reason to have faith in humanity.
Okay, there were no suggestions for writing topics, there were no questions and on top of being disappointed I am hungover.
Are you going to read this and write to me with some bizarre question about the world?
Will you inquire something personal?
It's doubtful but a man can dream.
Hangover plus no suggestions fills your Saturday with this video.
Enjoy.
Seriously it is that time again...
I have been working a lot, I have been biking a lot and in the times between I have been sleeping a lot... to be quite honest I have not been thinking a lot... hardly about anything at all. I need your help once again kind people, I need you to feed me an idea.
Anything!
Absolutely anything!!
suggestions
questions
queries
idea's
curiosities
Use any of these contact methods: FaceBook, Twitter , Email , or just leave a comment to reach me. I will compile all of the suggestions, list them as a post on Saturday May 10th and a popular vote or my own desire will decide which one is written about in full detail and gross amounts of information on Monday May 12th.
Anything...
as a comment, as an email, instant message, wall post on facebook.... anything...
the best and most creative idea gets put up... I can't wait to hear what you have to offer.
This is what I post when my brain isn't working.
The contact methods are on the left of the screen.
Why are all these pictures down here?
Are you wondering what the hell is going on?
Has anything inspired you yet?
Does any of this make any sense?
I'm sitting on the couch waiting for your help.
You: So Lucas has been kind of missing in action lately and I have been wondering where the hell he is, and I assume maybe you have as well. Today while sitting at a coffee house I saw him fly by on his bicycle, I jumped into my car chased him at fifteen miles per hour hit him, pinned him down on the corner of Pima and Swan and asked him the following questions.
You: Dude, What’s up?
Me: Umm well you have me pinned on the side of the road and I think I have a piece of broken glass or something stuck in my ass…
You: Oh, that sucks… well could you answer a couple of questions for all the people who have been wondering where you have been and what you have been up to and then I will let you up?
Me: How about you let me up and then I answer your questions? This piece of glass in my ass really hurts.
You: Promise you won’t run away?
Me: I promise… but if you make me late I’m gonna take this piece of glass outta my ass and stick in your eye.
You: Fair enough. Where is it you are heading?
Me: I was on my way to work, that is until you hit me with your car.
You: Cool… cool, so where are you working?
Me: A new restaurant, we just had our soft opening tonight it’s called “Italia”.
You: So is it Italian food?
Me: Are you fucking retarded? Of course it’s Italian food, It’s called “Italia” isn’t it?
You: Jesus dude, what the hell crawled up your ass?
Me: A fucking piece of glass! Don’t you listen?
You: Sorry man… It’s just that a lot of us have been wondering where the fuck you are, and what you have been up to.
Me: I can understand that… I am pretty good looking and fun to be around, so why wouldn’t you and everyone else miss me.
You: You mean besides the fact that you are a little hung up on yourself?
Me: Fuck you I’m outta here.
You: Sorry, sorry,… don’t go… I’ve got just a couple of questions and then I’ll drive you to work okay…
Me: How about you drive me to the emergency room so I can have a professional pull this fucking glass out of my ass…!!!
You: How many miles are you doing on your bike these days?
Me: My commute puts eight miles a day on, and on my days off I am hoping to clock ten.
You: Wow… and how long have you been working?
Me: The last couple of days has been ten or eleven hours I think.
You: Cooking for ten hours? It’s been a long time… what brought you back to cooking after five years away?
Me: Honestly, It was the encouragement of someone I know who has nothing but good intentions for me, someone who remembers how happy I was doing it, even when I was miserable and tired.
You: That’s great man, I’m glad you are liking it… we kind of miss you around here, you were a lot of fun during all of that free time that you had..
Me: Well shit, of course I was… I had nothing but free time, you think I am going to just sit around being miserable and bored… I am going to head out and have fun… how ever I possibly can.
You: What have you been up to? Meeting any girls?
Me: Look maybe next time we can get to more questions okay… I really need to get to work,..
You: That’s cool. I understand. Can I give you a ride?
Me: No, I’ll just take my bike I love the feeling I get flying down the steet and next time you want to talk… please don’t hit me with your car, just ask okay.
You: Fair enough, I’m glad we had this chance to talk… can’t wait until next time. I’ll call you this weekend and see what you are up to.
Me: Please don’t I plan on sleeping a lot… after I get this broken glass out of my ass of course
Today is the one year anniversary of my shoulder surgery, (one year and a day actually, but I'm taking Sunday's off remember.)
So in honor of that day I would like to show you guys some pictures from the surgery, and then see if I can throw a frisbee. I highly doubt that I can.
Maybe instead of a frisbee toss, maybe I should see if I can do something like this...
I wish my arm moved that much and that fast.
At least it's still attached.
