well it is 6.am thursday morning sitting here at the computer with "Big Trouble In Little China" on tv. that movie kicks ass.
anyhow i have to go fight the law today. 'ol jimmy boy here got a speeding ticket a couple of weeks ago while i was on my way to meet up with Godsmoker. well today is my court appointment. i could care less about the fine, but the cop assigned 2 points to the ticket. 2 fucking points for going 65mph in a 55mph zone on a two line each way highway. What The Fuck. so i'll get all nice and dressed up and see what the judge has to say.
after that i'll head up to work to see what is going on, then promptly leave again to go get my hair cut this afternoon.
as for the searching for a new bank, i think i have now pretty much settled on Citizens Bank. i have my car loan through them anyway, but we'll see.
have a good one everyone. i'll probably get on here sometime this late afternoon after i'm done doing all this stuff.
behave yourselves
update: 4.45pm
jim fought the law, and JIM WON!!!
true story: there once was a man who faced great dangers everyday in the Ball Turret of a B17-G flying over Germany in the second World War. his plane was shot down, yet he manged to escape from "The Ball", and bail out. he was captured by the German Army, and place in their prison camps as a POW. he would later be freed after the war, and return home. his life like many would return to normallcy. that normallcy included getting married and having kids. fast foward to 2003 this proud man was found to have alzchimers, at the early stages. 2004, August 1st, he is placed in a nursing home. same year, Aug.5th in one of my Extreemly rare visits to anyone in some sort of care facillity i saw that once proud man sitting in a wheelchair in a hallway two rooms down from his. his face clealy reconizable for he has one of "those" faces that you would always remember, forged though time by great strength and honor. his body sits in that chair still breathing, still living, for what reason i do not know, and can not justify. that once proud man no longer occupies that body for he is dead. when his body finally dies, and hopefully it will soon i will attend a funeral of a man that i was proud to have known, and proud to have called my great uncle.
update #2
i have added some little pictures here in a folder after Gadget was so kind to tell me how to do it last weekend at kickball
anyhow i have to go fight the law today. 'ol jimmy boy here got a speeding ticket a couple of weeks ago while i was on my way to meet up with Godsmoker. well today is my court appointment. i could care less about the fine, but the cop assigned 2 points to the ticket. 2 fucking points for going 65mph in a 55mph zone on a two line each way highway. What The Fuck. so i'll get all nice and dressed up and see what the judge has to say.
after that i'll head up to work to see what is going on, then promptly leave again to go get my hair cut this afternoon.
as for the searching for a new bank, i think i have now pretty much settled on Citizens Bank. i have my car loan through them anyway, but we'll see.
have a good one everyone. i'll probably get on here sometime this late afternoon after i'm done doing all this stuff.
behave yourselves
update: 4.45pm
jim fought the law, and JIM WON!!!
true story: there once was a man who faced great dangers everyday in the Ball Turret of a B17-G flying over Germany in the second World War. his plane was shot down, yet he manged to escape from "The Ball", and bail out. he was captured by the German Army, and place in their prison camps as a POW. he would later be freed after the war, and return home. his life like many would return to normallcy. that normallcy included getting married and having kids. fast foward to 2003 this proud man was found to have alzchimers, at the early stages. 2004, August 1st, he is placed in a nursing home. same year, Aug.5th in one of my Extreemly rare visits to anyone in some sort of care facillity i saw that once proud man sitting in a wheelchair in a hallway two rooms down from his. his face clealy reconizable for he has one of "those" faces that you would always remember, forged though time by great strength and honor. his body sits in that chair still breathing, still living, for what reason i do not know, and can not justify. that once proud man no longer occupies that body for he is dead. when his body finally dies, and hopefully it will soon i will attend a funeral of a man that i was proud to have known, and proud to have called my great uncle.
update #2
i have added some little pictures here in a folder after Gadget was so kind to tell me how to do it last weekend at kickball
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(editing instead of posting cuz my posts are at 666 and it looks cool in the boards. call it a fashion statement.)
[Edited on Aug 05, 2004 11:30PM]