5 posts tagged “god”

    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.

I would like to try to keep it brief today, as the post that I really want to do is going to require a lot of reading and I want to get back to that as soon as possible. I just want to address my post from Saturday, and to a point retract a few of the things that I said.
I accidentally discovered the name of the man who died, when a stranger later on that day decided to talk to me. Given that at that point he became a real person, I am sorry. My looking further into it I discovered he is another statistic of drinking and driving, but out of respect I am going to withhold his name.
The blood in the streets is tainted with poor decisions and alcohol, and I hope only the best toward his friends and his family.
Please make careful decision in your lives. I don't know if there is a maker to meet, but I would rather not myself or see anyone else try to find out.

Until tomorrow, enjoy your day.

I think that if anyone were ever to take the pornographic out of their life, they would live the rest of their life very disappointed. The world needs the dark, sick and the twisted. I look at men sitting alone in a coffee shop and wonder if they are wondering if they have any children they don’t know about, and I think that deep down they wish they did. It is proof that they existed, without any of the burden.

Life without the train wreck and lacking the twisted bodies would be boring. I think that peace on Earth and good will toward man is a good reason to go on living, but the desent of man into depravity is what makes it all worth watching and reminiscing.

            God is supposed to remind you that you are alive but the devil is the one who keeps it all going.

You can not have the light without the darkness. You can not have only what you wanted to see. You will avert your gaze at the chalk outline on the sidewalk, but inside you are taking pictures of the stains.

When you admit you have a basic animal need for blood, and vengeance and suffering only then will you appreciate what is on the T.V.

I like funny little quips like, "WWJD... for a Klondike Bar?"

    This to me is humor at its absolute finest. Slightly offensive (but only to the right people), slightly bizarre (that someone, somewhere came up with this peculiar slogan combo) and delightful because I get to waste my day away wondering to myself...
    "WHAT WOULD JESUS DO FOR A KLONDIKE BAR?

    Freud said that humor is a response to frustration. Maybe I am not as smart as Sigmund pretended to be, but I have to admit that I don't get it. I have indeed experienced nervous laughter but I would say that nervous laughter takes up .001% of my total laughter over the past thirty years. Infectious laughter on the other hand has taken a great hold of me, a great number of times. An interesting aside about infectious laughter is that the source of any case of infectious laughter can always be traced to a child.
   
It's true.
If you don't believe me, you can go fuck yourself.

    So here I think about laughter without a smile on my face. I'm taking the whole thing so seriously that perhaps I should be committed... but I seem to be wandering away from what I really came here to talk about today.

    "What would Jesus do for a Klondike Bar?"
    Would he have stopped pestering the Romans? It's possible. The Klondike bar is a powerful force in the universe able to manipulate anyone and anything to exist only as a slave to the Klondike bar. Jesus should be no exception.
    I personally no longer live in fear of the Klondike bar, I did what I had to do... I did what I had to do to survive and you shouldn't dare to judge me for my actions.
    I'm not proud of it but it's all behind me now.

     I have been tirelessly searching the internet for things either thought inspiring or really damn funny. I have found neither. I have made a number of redundant discoveries about the internet however and I will list them in no particular order.
   
    1. Stumble Upon will eventually lead you to a cute cat picture.
          These seem to have no end to their supply. I personally do not find them cute, amusing sometimes I am not even sure it is a cat.

Uglycat018

    I did in fact find myself thinking a little bit about joining the evolution vs. creation argument, but I think it's just a silly fight to get into... the answer is pretty obvious don't you think...
    I have also considered giving my own speech on God and Religion, but while wandering the internet I took a few tests, and discovered I don't know a thing about anything.

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    In short I wasted a lot of time today, time I could have spent trying to remember the specifics of the dream that I had last night, the one that woke me up with the only thought that it was the greatest premise for a story ever... and it meant a solid break from my writers block.
    Nope, what I have to show for my searching for inspiration is THIS.

    Now if you were a little put off when you found out that you are not quite as untouchable as you thought you were in your thought on God, you could always take the "How many five year olds could you take in a fight test.", although that one didn't make me feel any better about myself. I don't think it would have made a difference whether it was a lot or a little. It just felt wrong to take that test. If I want to know how many five year olds I can fight I will go to the playground with a chip on my shoulder and some nasty things to say about Dora the Explorer.
    "Cocky Bilingual Bitch"

    ~sorry just practicing.

    If you are looking for discovery or enlightenment, do not go to the internet. Not only will you find cats, games and the strange, but eventually anything you put into a search engine ( any search engine ) will lead to porn.



          This has been your guide to wasting time, congratulations you just passed level one by reading this on the internet...

Have a great weekend.

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