in 08, lets vote on our feelings!

conviction is dead!

Obama will save you!  Close your eyes and fall back into his loving arms!

downers, uppers, downers, uppers, etc., etc., etc......

more to come.

small talk with the cashier is usually awkward.  my encounter today started normally with the cashier asking, "how has your summer been so far?"  my response was "good."  in any normal conversation between strangers it would have been fine to end the conversation there, possibly parting with a smile.  this guy continues the conversation with some monologue about how this summer could be the best i'll have in a long time, or possibly the last.  this was all before someone entered his lane after the light was turned off, giving him the inclination to make that person put up the "lane closed" sign as punishment.  he could be the coolest cashier on the planet.  this was a grocery store.

fries electronics is the biggest, most disorganized, place on the planet. (not a grocery store)

i still haven't met my new neighbors.  i feel as if it should be their responsibility to invite people over, seeing as though they have inherited an awesome pool.

we had a buddhist funeral at work today.

red potato salad, is probably the best there is.

Sigourney Weaver probably has five minutes in this movie.

i'm currently shallow

my goldfish doesn't float as much as he/she/whatever used to.  meanwhile, the parakeet still doesn't understand that her eggs are not going to hatch.  it's always something.

a friend of mine gave me her orchid so that i could put it through rehab.  rehab consists of repotting it in a more suitable medium, and placing it above my fish tank.  it's the little things that make me feel important.

at a family reunion the other week, the only people who seemed to be worried about my future were the older ladies.  everyone else seemed okay with the fact that i haven't made up my mind yet.  i believe this is because when women get older, all they have to fall back on is gossip.  i'm giving them no material.

she'll be back in august

pure evil

by some random flight of fancy, i ventured upon a film titled "The Strangers".  i would only recommend this film if the reason for you watching involved learning what not to do when people break into your house and seek to terrorize you.  OR i could just give you a short list of "dos and do-nots" right here.  right now.

1.  when someone knocks on your door for the second time after you had already sent them away at 4:00 in the morning, be suspicious.

2.  when it is generally known that the people surrounding your house want to scare you, do not be curious enough to investigate every strange sound that obviously is coming from them.  they want you to be scared, and they want to know where you are.

3.  fight back

4.  walking in slow circles while bumping into everything around you is probably not the best way to get a handle on your surroundings, and could possibly provide an opening for your attacker to approach you.

5.  do not leave your girlfriend in a house, where people have already broken in, to go on some fool's errand that would leave both of you exposed.

6.  be in the open.  when you are constantly affraid of what's around every corner, you should probably be somewhere where there aren't any corners.

7.  learn how to fire a gun.  also, when holding a shotgun, you probably shouldn't need that extra five seconds to aim.

8.  live whithin earshot of someone else.

9.  don't leave your girlfriend in a strange house in order to foster her horrible smoking habit.

10.  LOCK ALL OF YOUR DOORS, not just the front door.

clergy

we all like our egos stroked.

the earth might be cold and dead, but by golly it's all we got.

hours were spent in a doctor's office waiting room.  my sister had broken her wrist two days before.  the magazines were recent, and so was the photography collection clumsily hung in any and every corner.  all of them had been dated 2006, 2007, 2008, etc.  all of them had been signed with so and so's name.  the various awards and plaques given by the carrollton lions club were displayed proudly in the central corner of the room, topped by an assortment of stuffed lions.  this man was proud, and had a hobby.

my dog is afraid of large machinery.

i never cope well with friends who slip away.  i sometimes day dream of how i can miraculously save our relationship, and all will be great again.  THIS TIME i haven't the slightest clue where he is.

it's only fun to ride my bike HOME from work.  (down hill)

the flies followed me around Best Buy, which i really don't get because i had just taken a shower.  (i left soon after noticing them)

the earth IS a cold dead place.

money is made from addictive habbits.

i have an adverse affect on ipod car-adaptors.  my mother once caused a typewriter to "type" by merely motioning her hand towards it.  she also stops watches when she puts them on.  i am afraid of myself.

i almost crashed while looking in the rear-view mirror.  the sun was setting and all i could think about was how analogous that moment was to life in general.  someday we'll be able to move counter to the spin of the earth and at a pace that would make the sunset eternal, that analogy would then die.

some friends of mine like their egos stroked

i got nuthin

over hyped

allow me to suck you in to part of my sad sad sad world.  in my line of work i have the distinct privilege of using a work vehicle.  this vehicle is not old by any means and has many clones just like it zooming around town, picking up children, dropping off children, entering drive-throughs, yadda yadda yadda, dating your sister, what-have-you.  it's just the old run-of-the-mill mommmmobile that any yuppy mom decided they needed 6 years ago.  i use it to deliver flowers.  welcome to my world.

some time ago, things began to happen.  parts of the, what we will call "van", stopped working like they had before.  it's true that everything will see it's end, but is there ever an end to "the end"?  i submit that there is not!  for lo! is that not the same "check engine" light seen days before whilst entering the very car ("van") repair-shop that i am now driving OUT of?  AM I LOSING MY SORRY EXCUSE FOR A MIND?  and i cannot pretend that this is the first time it's happened, for not once, but TWICE before, i have entered that very shop for that very reason to fix that very problem.  the very problem that is back again.  ready to be "fixed".

THE END IS HERE

AND IT'S QUEER

queer as in strange.                                                          ....eh whatever, you get the point.