therealtexasguy

my Indian Mythology and Legend book is kick ass. I love it.

Culebra Island it is!

four grand

I smoked half a cigarette yesterday, and it's all I can think about...everywhere I go I see and smell and taste and need cigarettes. At the gas station I fumble over my words cause my lips try to buy them, but my brain fights 'em, which makes me sound like a drunken idiot with a speech impediment. I am drawn to them like a moth to flame.

Oh, yeah, Mount Saint Helens is going to blow up again. Her warning level is at 3, which means Eruption Imminent. Level 4 is as high as it goes, and level 4 means Erupting Right Now.

Now I HAVE to go to Seattle for Christmas so i can go get me some Saint Helen's ash in a mason jar like my father did after the first explosion, just before I was born. Or concieved? Whichever, I must go now!

the mother fucking, cocksucking, douche bag drinking, cornhole licking, cunt smelling, chicken fucking, assclown DODGERS beat my beloved GIANTS and will therefore be embarking on the god damn post season!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the ONE fucking team i didn't want to be in the post season is now in the mother fucking post season....what's the point in watching anymore?

Let it out!

no fucking fried chicken, now, just beer cause my fucking truck is even worse then before. if i try to drive it the engine's gonna fucking sieze and i don't have three grand to fucking fix it.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!!!

correspondence school, I can't commit to real school

Actually, I think they left town for the weekend or something, they didn't come home last night.

Well, my first choice was Mr. Picnic, but he seemed to forget who I was. I sent him a few emails and even filled out the form on his site. All we had to do was set up a date, then I didn't hear from him. So I emailed him again and he wanted me to do it all over again and assumed I didn't know it would be a 17 hour drive. I was more than willing to make the trip, but he kinda blew me off. So I wasted a month of time I could've spent finding a guy out here. Anyway, I found someone, but he's really busy. He's cool as hell and wants to do something with a more traditional pinup feel to it. We're supposed to do the shoot in a couple of weeks. I just want to submit a set already!!

jesus.

my business is managing properties. it's what i do. it's what pays my bills, it's how i make my living, and it's fast becoming how i define myself (be able to call oneself a businessman is a boost to self esteem not easily conveyed).

yet, my father asks me to watch ONE of his properties, and somehow i continually fuck it up, in ways that i don't with my others. i file the eviction paperwork wrong, then MISS the fucking court date. i repost their eviction, and put the wrong date and dollar amount on it. then i re-re-post it and, again, put the wrong date on it - though this time i wrote in the right number.

how do i keep fucking this one property up? is it some Freudian stab at his wife, whom I dislike personally? is it my way of sticking it to my cousin, who i recently fired - making sure she hears i keep fucking up so she can sit at home with a contended smile on her face only to later learn that i'm doing great?

oh, and by the way, I think John fuckin' KERRY won the debate! he has Bush on the defense the entire fucking time; had him so cornered Bush was stumbling like a kid with Down Syndrome and a hairlip (sorry...lol....but when it comes to Bush I will be as unPC as my sick mind can muster).

seriously though, as objective as I can be, I think Kerry won the debate - no matter what the analyzers say (those who cannot do critique...that's why i critique movies ).