Wow, talk about a fuctup day. A distress call, and being blown off durring the distress. Wow, this person will never learn... They think Kharma has been paid back, and well, she just did it agin. Its kinda fuct up. I was really hurt, and dissappointed but I put it into prespective, it amazing how taken for granted I have become. I think that is what is sad... I think this person should be written off. Maybe thats what this I need to disappear again this just confirmed there is NOTHING left for me here...except for the dog, Wow thunder is amazing... fifteen minutes with that mutt and I felt so much happier. More and More and More interviews. Maybe a job soon.

Strategies for Creating an Ordinary Life:

1.Lose your inner voice
2.Be satisfied with Medicocrity
3.Experiment with powers your Mind could possibly understand
4.Fuck with Kharma, Carma, Karma
5.Realize that the pain you inflict to others will someday be the pain you receieve.
6.Convince yourself by being taken advantage of your limiting your NOT posibilties.
7.Realize that Alice Walker was right when she wrote: Until you do right by me.... Everything you think of will fail.... Everything.
8.Much like IKEA furniture other swedish products look pretty on the surface but when put to the test fail miserably. I think you could say the same about people
9.Statistical Analsysis is just that manipulation of the numbers and you dont need an engineernerding degree to understand it.
10.Sometimes root cause isnt root cause.
11.In a desparate effort to be different one can loose their identitity in favor
12.If is also probably the most powerful word in the English language....maybe....
13. A good sidestep to achieving sucess is to take the short cut to mediocrity.

Please send me 999.99 for a complete set of Cds, and DVDs. If you add an additional DNA sample I will autograph the Set personally with my banana hands. or call 1-900-RU-NAIVE Operators are standing BY....

When something is too good to be true then it probably is. The valleys that were once filled with my tears are lush and green and plentiful. I wish you the best on your chosen path. as being an expert in being self-agrandizing when you need to use fifty dollar words words when a fifty cent word fits... show how little you grasp the message. Words are the crutches for disceprentant emotions...SEE SEE I just proved my point... nobody would use the word Discrepant in normal common language. Common language yes... because we all know when your head swells and the excess brain pressure is NOT relieved brain damage can occur. well multisyllabic words spoken here are needed to explain the story I believe. I could take a mental short cut and sum it up like this: If you have a swollen head, feel that your shit dont stink,(lean a little closer because roses really smell like booo oooo oooo) THANX ORACLE. and are trying desparately to fit your life into script, Its not going to get much better than it is now.
QUESTION FOR THE DAY?
If your given everything life, and have no concept of what it is not do something to please the provider of your life do you have the right to judge someone who pays their way and is sucessful on their own? A fan club is only good if you can keep up the rouse.... are you up to the challenge?

My muse has returned... Too bad the builder isnt around to appreciate it. The venomous me is back. but in a much more eliqouent way. Sometimes you just got to realize that that fancy foreign car that lust after so much is nothing more than a Shifty General Motors product marketed to midgets of the mental variety.

Does anyone read this? or are you all too busy out having your new cars washed? I am glad that the old addage still rings true: If you cant suceed, Settle for the next best thing. I hope my metatags are finding the auidence that I am so looking for...

Question of the DAY:
When you realize that you adjust yourself with the audience that your currently with does that make you a sell out or just plain small minded? Chamelions have NOTHING on you. I think you know who you are. at least the Blah Blah has come to terms with what she is going to become... can you say the same?

This blog has taken on a bit more of a sinister tone as of late. I think the mental flushing of the toliet has caused this. The further I get away from D day the better I feel about it. I do not understand why the extra effort in an attempt to destroy myself. That is what is sad. Thank god I got off the its all about me train. I can go back to assuming the role that I am expected have. First thing on the list is to set things straight in the family. Look out pilot here I come.

Driving home from the Cineaplex, I discovered how much a clear moon lite night makes me remember all things I try to forget. I remember how much I would like to tell everyone in my life that has pissed me off where to go and how to go there. I also discovered a few other cool inventions, Restraint for one, Know I have the ability to affect a change against my agressor(s) ***Newly Added*** I would have only said a agressor, but I have a good friend in the know... that well knows... I think deep down My friend is hoping that the dog comes off the porch to play. I picture den of mediocrity, a haven in which such witty topics of sucess are discussed, and whatever the latest craze in PMA that can be bastardized to the mindless drone of business person seeking sucess, Soft science indeed, I would think at the discipline is nothing more than a good pharse. Think outside the box, As long as your box is lined with 100 bills that notion is fine. I have discovered something, The bashing and trashing of me is nothing new. Seeking to harm me either. This experience is one that reminds me of blah blah and the builder, Nothing more than two discards desparate to convince themselves of their own self-worth. I often speak of karma. I truly believe that Karma makes everything better. All the time the vampire wasnt out there..... There vampire was within, right underneath my nose, and all of judgement I ignored. trying to convince myself of an other good intention.

As I lay on the beach I had a dream about you lying beneath the ocean of the sky. My soul begs for relief as the sky opens up and your tears fall upon me. You smile at me, and I know that what was once undo will be done. Where you simply breaking character or did you mean what you said when you said what you did? Of course, Time has never this kind to us. Time has never been an enemy. Time allowed us to walk down that path that day. The path that started in the dark and before we knew it we were standing at the top of the world. From above I looked at the stars and I saw the beauty in your eyes. When you look back at me you look deep into my eyes and saw nothing, an abscence of anything... in a instant I was transported by time to a place allowed me to be free without worry complaint or illness. Will you there on the otherside for me? Will they be there to meet you? Will time still be your friend, can you escape these bonds and still remember me? remember us? It would arrogant for me to think that Time will remain my friend. Realism dictates Time is nobodies friend more a concept of distance between this moment and the last. Distance from then to now. I seek and so ye find, I visited the river tonight. It is about to crest, and it is Time to wash the heartache and sadness away. A chance meeting with a new friend found an age old story being told. Thanks for your help, through you, I find a peace that is everlasting.