I just said goodbye to one of the greatest women in the world.  She's moving off to KC to be with her man.  Who incendentally is a Sh*t and treats her as such. 

To prove what a sh*t this guy really is he calls her to tell her he's on her way to pick her up.  Nothing to major.  Any guy might.  This gives her a bit of time to say her final goodbye's to her all the friends who came out to say their farewell's.  Halfway through the cast of friends she's crying her way through he calls to ask what's taking so long. 

This f*cking guy has not a compassionate bone enough his body to say; "oh maybe her goodbye's are taking a bit" 

There's so much more behind this shit head I care not tell you.  But, geez, women of the world, what are you doing with these shitty guys.  I have one friend with a guy who does, I think just enough, to keep her happy.  Another friend who just got out of thing with a guy who she finally realized would never make her happy.

Ladies, pals chicks, girls, women, what are you looking for.  Why do you let guys treat you like sh*t? Find some empowerment. Look for the guy who makes you happy, does it for you in the sack and treats you like a normal human being and not like someone who doesn't deserve as such.

And lastly, most importantly, know your loved. If the guy your with doesn't exude his love for you in every fiber of his being, your just comfortable.  A guy who loves doesn't call his partner a whore or fat or ugly no matter what he says.   Dump him.

Love should make you happier than you've ever been.  So there.

That;s just my drunken opinion. I don't think I'm wrong.

I know.  But I swear I didn't enlist.

I'm tired.  You ever have a sleepless night where your head just sort of won't stop firing off things to think about and instead of getting over it and falling asleep you obsess about it even though it's something you may not normally stress over?

Hello darkness, my old friend.

I always figured it was something in my head that needed to be worked out.  But I mean what part of my psyche is helped out by fearing that someone may jab pencils into the hole in my head?

Oh, I have a hole in my head.  It's about the size of a nickel.  Bike accident.  Third grade.  And why this worry about something so old?  I got a hair cut.  It didn't turn out so good.  Number 4 gauge clippers.  It's like I'm in the military.  I didn't lose a bet either.  It's just my complete inability to describe to a "hair stylist" what I want my hair to look like once the shearing is complete.  And really don't get me started on that whole hairstylist thing because they should just be hair cutters, 'specially in this case. Cause once they make that first weed whacker through it's over.  Oh well, at least this way it'll be almost two months before my next one.  I have time to prepare.

So maybe my psyche was just being vain.

Maybe pork rinds really shouldn't be eaten.

Maybe I should go back to bed. 

I have heard some damn stupid stuff in my life but this guy about takes the cake.  Mmmmmmm cake.

Now, for the record I'd like to say that I don't sleep in a bomb shelter every night or that every time I walk outside I fear I'll see a 747 dive bombing my apartment complex. But I do wonder if the next attack is in on American soil and where will it be.  I mean I'm in Springfield there's nothing worth destroying except the Bass Pro Shops HQ (which personally has crossed my mind about blowing up if for no good reason other than to really upset a few  thousand hunters and fisherman.)  And Branson is an hour away, blowing up some of these joints would really show it to those old people with a lot of extra money that those Al-Quedians are always so upset about.

But realistically there's LA who the terrorists would love to sink into the ocean because this yoen is debauchery at it's finest.  Not to mention Vegas or Orlando or any other place where excess seems to really piss off these crazy Alf-Quesas.

So I can only hope we Americans dodge the next terrorist act and somehow they become stupid enough to blow themselves off the face of the earth by tinkering with a nuclear device or perhaps a temporal eraser that would mean none of this would have happened in the first place.  Ooooooh a man can dream.    

The Kevin Smith crossover he never thought of. I made this and it's actually posted somewhere over on theforce.net. 

think I've had my Hotmail account a good 7 years I think.  My storage capacity has been quickly becoming exceeded and so hotmail likes to give the oh so friendly warning everytime I log in: Warning you are almost out of Space!  Or the equally friendly: Some of your e-mail has not been received because you are over storage capacity.  SO I decide it's prolly high time I saved off some of this e-mail stuff and open a good 500kb in my account. So I started reading through some of the old e-mail.

Amazing some of this e-mail reminded of stuff I hadn't thought about years, break-ups and dramas that you had forgotten about.  Oh yeah, I did date that girl.  The most interesting piece of e-mail I found was about a girl I dated, we'll call her Shelly, for no good reason who I apparently didn't think very highly of at first who I then thought very highly of and she later destroyed a good portion of two years of my life.  But that's another story, for say, a movie script or something. 

But the noting part was I SAW IT COMING.  And I walked opened eyed right into and have no one to blame but myself.  Well and her, I can always blame her. 

  I sure my personal journal reads much differently but I'm afraid to go back and look at it. E-mail is fascinating glimpse of not necessarily what you are thinking but what you want others to think.

If you think Christina's a whoore clap your hand *clap clap* Well know you're not alone. Vist my favorite Aguileria bashing home page.  Liquid Generation.  (And there not even paying me for that)

Dec 1, 2002

And we are underway. The journal begins.  It's really your guess as good as min as to how long often this will be updated.  I'm just as much of a procrastinator as the next person and frankly right now the life is pretty busy.  Work, finishing up a terribly terrific script and the eventual move that will will skyrocket my lapsing career and even if it doesn't well then you too will be here to "read all about it." Over there to the left all thought there's not much there will soon pix of relating to my blog and well lots of other interesting tidbits that I'm sure you'll find great to blow time on the web with.  As if we need more stuff to look at. Well as the say in chinese.  May the noodles not block your throat.