It's 2006. Christmas was good. I got lots of cool video games for my NES. Super Mario Bros. 2, Lifeforce, Castlevania 2: Simon's Quest, The Legend of Zelda, and Metroid. Also Kronk's New Groove and a new bottle of cologne (Very Sexy for men). I got all that from Sarah. I got a PSP and three games from my mom. I got a but load of money from my dad which was gone in the blink of an eye (I bought a Nintendo DS). I got season 4 of Family Guy from my sister and Se7en. I got a 40 dollar gift card from Dan and maleah. I got a digital camera and a photo printer from my uncle bill. Ummm...50 dollars from my grandmother. And a NES from William (he doesn't play it so he gave it to me).
I had a lazy New Years weekend. Been sleeping alot. Went to the movies twice this weekend. I saw Wolfcreek and Fun with Dick and Jane. Both were good. Neither were great. King Kong was great. Not a second to long if you ask me, but most people think it was too long. (what do they know). Because I've been a good boy in 2005 I bought myself two cd's...Ani DiFranco's Up Up Up Up Up Up and Robert Downey Jr's The Futurist. Both are very good.
It's back to work tomorrow. Which is, by the way, awesome. It looks like I have a really good shot at being a police officer within a year or two. Starting salary 42,000 a year...more than most of the other police officers in the metroplex make. I need 12 hours of college which I'm going to take probably this summer, and as soon as I have my hours I'm going to put in my application.
Over all life is good with a picture of a little man camping. Right now I'm just sitting in Starbucks, listening to Robert Downey Jr, drinking a gingerbread latte, waiting for Daniel so we can play disc golf. I have a real positive chi going on right now, a good vibe, karma is on my side. My planets are aligned and I'm basking in the glow of my own eclipse of stress and other demons, and while I know that it's only natural for this eclipse to eventually move on and let the rays of darkness and tough times back into my being...That's not stopping me from enjoying this while it lasts. You never know...things might just get stuck this way. With any luck there's a scratch on this record of life and this beautiful January day, with Ani singing softly, and this worry-free attitude might just start skipping over and over again. This cup of coffee won't have a bottom, this perfect blue sky will never turn black, and hell little puppies and kittens...so cute they make your heart melt will run around and freaking babies will smile, and bad people will spontaneously combust, and George Bush will grow a brain, and we will all learn that even people who have dark skin and worship a different God are our brothers and have every right to enjoy life and live it their way, and that this country belongs to everyone, all are welcome, we are all from another country, we all came to this country seeking better opportunities and speaking a different language or dialect. And hey while we're at it Jesus will come out of the sky riding on a my little pony, holding a care bare, and mister rodgers will rise from the dead and give everyone candy that DOESN'T have razor blades or drugs in it. Bob Ross will come back too...with a magic paint brush, and he'll run around the world painting happy little trees and happy little bushes everywhere with his fan brush of mystery. He'll tell you it's easy and anyone can do it and hand you the brush in the form a a bob ross painter's box set. And you'll paint happy little trees that look like feces, and happy little bushes that look like a human face on fire, but Bob Ross will just look at you and smile and say, "Yeah, that's nice". And churches will preach the word of God, not a doctrine made up by a bunch of men pretending to know what 'god really means". And Tellitubbies will sing on street corners and NOT ask for money. Coca Cola won't make your teeth rot. The Government will quit poisoning our drinking water and listening to our phone conversations. Donna Reed will come and clean everyone's house and have sex with all those guys who play role playing games and can't get real women to have sex with them. Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston will stay together and then both get hit by a bus, horribly disfiguring them both. Jason Lee will star in every movie and Will Ferrel will get a flesh eating disease and die a slow horrible death and all the movies he ever made will be burned and remade with people who can act and who are actually funny.
And life will be good.
So lets all work together to make this miserable crap hole, that use to be beautiful and wonderful till humans showed up, a better place to live. And don't be like this guy sitting across from me at starbucks and wear brown loafers with black socks.
I had a lazy New Years weekend. Been sleeping alot. Went to the movies twice this weekend. I saw Wolfcreek and Fun with Dick and Jane. Both were good. Neither were great. King Kong was great. Not a second to long if you ask me, but most people think it was too long. (what do they know). Because I've been a good boy in 2005 I bought myself two cd's...Ani DiFranco's Up Up Up Up Up Up and Robert Downey Jr's The Futurist. Both are very good.
It's back to work tomorrow. Which is, by the way, awesome. It looks like I have a really good shot at being a police officer within a year or two. Starting salary 42,000 a year...more than most of the other police officers in the metroplex make. I need 12 hours of college which I'm going to take probably this summer, and as soon as I have my hours I'm going to put in my application.
Over all life is good with a picture of a little man camping. Right now I'm just sitting in Starbucks, listening to Robert Downey Jr, drinking a gingerbread latte, waiting for Daniel so we can play disc golf. I have a real positive chi going on right now, a good vibe, karma is on my side. My planets are aligned and I'm basking in the glow of my own eclipse of stress and other demons, and while I know that it's only natural for this eclipse to eventually move on and let the rays of darkness and tough times back into my being...That's not stopping me from enjoying this while it lasts. You never know...things might just get stuck this way. With any luck there's a scratch on this record of life and this beautiful January day, with Ani singing softly, and this worry-free attitude might just start skipping over and over again. This cup of coffee won't have a bottom, this perfect blue sky will never turn black, and hell little puppies and kittens...so cute they make your heart melt will run around and freaking babies will smile, and bad people will spontaneously combust, and George Bush will grow a brain, and we will all learn that even people who have dark skin and worship a different God are our brothers and have every right to enjoy life and live it their way, and that this country belongs to everyone, all are welcome, we are all from another country, we all came to this country seeking better opportunities and speaking a different language or dialect. And hey while we're at it Jesus will come out of the sky riding on a my little pony, holding a care bare, and mister rodgers will rise from the dead and give everyone candy that DOESN'T have razor blades or drugs in it. Bob Ross will come back too...with a magic paint brush, and he'll run around the world painting happy little trees and happy little bushes everywhere with his fan brush of mystery. He'll tell you it's easy and anyone can do it and hand you the brush in the form a a bob ross painter's box set. And you'll paint happy little trees that look like feces, and happy little bushes that look like a human face on fire, but Bob Ross will just look at you and smile and say, "Yeah, that's nice". And churches will preach the word of God, not a doctrine made up by a bunch of men pretending to know what 'god really means". And Tellitubbies will sing on street corners and NOT ask for money. Coca Cola won't make your teeth rot. The Government will quit poisoning our drinking water and listening to our phone conversations. Donna Reed will come and clean everyone's house and have sex with all those guys who play role playing games and can't get real women to have sex with them. Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston will stay together and then both get hit by a bus, horribly disfiguring them both. Jason Lee will star in every movie and Will Ferrel will get a flesh eating disease and die a slow horrible death and all the movies he ever made will be burned and remade with people who can act and who are actually funny.
And life will be good.
So lets all work together to make this miserable crap hole, that use to be beautiful and wonderful till humans showed up, a better place to live. And don't be like this guy sitting across from me at starbucks and wear brown loafers with black socks.
cicatrixsid:
At least he wore socks, I think its so gross when old guys think thats cool 