It's now scientifically proven that when you clean your house, you become rich.
Also, those ghey golden dollars really are a useless part of todays society but are fun to throw at the dogs arse.
Also, those ghey golden dollars really are a useless part of todays society but are fun to throw at the dogs arse.
Man, I don't know what it is lately but I'm tired. Tired of everything. Too tired to work. Too tired to care about my outfits. Too tired to clean my house. Too tired to go out. Blah.
My dog is molting.
I get up, which seems to be later and later nowadays, stumble to feed dog, read email, walk dog, shower, throw whatever is close and clean on my body and go to work. There I sit in my chair, do my work and go home. I don't eat with Carey anymore. I don't eat with kate #2 anymore. I get home, feed dog, walk dog and then sit on the couch and eat my dinner. I struggle the last bit of energy I have (which is entirely gone by then) and call kate. It's usually 5 minutes before I pass out in bed which sucks because I can't even give my girlfriend a good conversation anymore.
Fridays I see my friends because I don't have any time during the week, I go to bed early so I can sleep in on saturday (which I can't even do anymore) and in doing so, I send kate home early on friday night because I don't have the energy to even keep my eyes open. I constantly complain about being tired or exhausted or both. I know I must suck to hang out with which kind of pisses me off to no end.
If I was going out with me, I would dump myself.
My carpet is covered in these little balls of dog hair. My dog has allergies and he gets all scratchy so he scratches and then covers the floor in his winter coat. It happens every year and this year it is pissing me off. If my dog was in the wild, he would be some bears bitch in less than an hour. What dog has allergies? Thats like a bat with bad hearing or a horse that is allergic to hay.
My car is coming along but I think I got fucked out of a rear bumper lip. I've been waiting for it for two weeks now and it's the only thing holding up my paint work. I won't talk anymore about my car because it's starting to take over my life.
It's just a car.
Kate is wonderful but she shouldn't date me. No matter how "understanding" she says she is or no matter how "patient" she says she is, she shouldn't be with me. I'm not going to get all emo and say that I am not date-worthy because I'm not. I'm a cool cat most of the time but I'll be the first to admit/proclaim/shout from the rooftops that I have been a fuck-all horrible person to date these past few months.
I have mad issues to deal with.
Apart from the energy level of a sloth stuck in a k-hole, I'm a spacecase. I'm unloving. I'm grumpy. I'm boring. I'm out of shape. I'm not worth it. Right now.
I wish I could just stop time, get my shit together and then start time back up again. But yes, I know I don't have that ability yet so I can just keep on going and know that for the time being, I am really not worth hanging out with at the moment. Hopefully I can get everything together before she walks.
haha wow, this blog got really ghey really fast.
I feel hungover I am so tired right now. My eyes are heavy today and I am .3 seconds behind with everything.
Did I mention I was tired?
My dog is molting.
I get up, which seems to be later and later nowadays, stumble to feed dog, read email, walk dog, shower, throw whatever is close and clean on my body and go to work. There I sit in my chair, do my work and go home. I don't eat with Carey anymore. I don't eat with kate #2 anymore. I get home, feed dog, walk dog and then sit on the couch and eat my dinner. I struggle the last bit of energy I have (which is entirely gone by then) and call kate. It's usually 5 minutes before I pass out in bed which sucks because I can't even give my girlfriend a good conversation anymore.
Fridays I see my friends because I don't have any time during the week, I go to bed early so I can sleep in on saturday (which I can't even do anymore) and in doing so, I send kate home early on friday night because I don't have the energy to even keep my eyes open. I constantly complain about being tired or exhausted or both. I know I must suck to hang out with which kind of pisses me off to no end.
If I was going out with me, I would dump myself.
My carpet is covered in these little balls of dog hair. My dog has allergies and he gets all scratchy so he scratches and then covers the floor in his winter coat. It happens every year and this year it is pissing me off. If my dog was in the wild, he would be some bears bitch in less than an hour. What dog has allergies? Thats like a bat with bad hearing or a horse that is allergic to hay.
My car is coming along but I think I got fucked out of a rear bumper lip. I've been waiting for it for two weeks now and it's the only thing holding up my paint work. I won't talk anymore about my car because it's starting to take over my life.
It's just a car.
Kate is wonderful but she shouldn't date me. No matter how "understanding" she says she is or no matter how "patient" she says she is, she shouldn't be with me. I'm not going to get all emo and say that I am not date-worthy because I'm not. I'm a cool cat most of the time but I'll be the first to admit/proclaim/shout from the rooftops that I have been a fuck-all horrible person to date these past few months.
I have mad issues to deal with.
Apart from the energy level of a sloth stuck in a k-hole, I'm a spacecase. I'm unloving. I'm grumpy. I'm boring. I'm out of shape. I'm not worth it. Right now.
I wish I could just stop time, get my shit together and then start time back up again. But yes, I know I don't have that ability yet so I can just keep on going and know that for the time being, I am really not worth hanging out with at the moment. Hopefully I can get everything together before she walks.
haha wow, this blog got really ghey really fast.
I feel hungover I am so tired right now. My eyes are heavy today and I am .3 seconds behind with everything.
Did I mention I was tired?
If it's good enough for the pope, it's good enough for me.
Click me
Man, the closest person to God drives a dub. That shit is hot.
Click me
Man, the closest person to God drives a dub. That shit is hot.
four months? feels like it's been four years.
*swoons*
Es muy bueno. Double thumbs up. Prettier than Hero.
*swoons
*swoons
Oh well, best $50 dollar glass of wine I ever had. =Remember kids, LOOK at the label before you open the bottle by accident.
If I have any more of it, I am going to die. That's a fucking fact.
But it's so good.
If loving bulgogi is wrong, I don't want to ever be right.
But it's so good.
If loving bulgogi is wrong, I don't want to ever be right.
Two of nine American bison that escaped from Buzz Berg's Stevenson, Md. farm run from police and volunteers Tuesday, on a tennis court at Greene Tree gated community in Pikesville, Md. Police herded the buffalo into the courts before herding them into a trailer and returning them to their farm. (AP Photo/ Steve Ruark)
42 pieces of gum. Beat that bitches!
1 Comments Published by JKREW on Tuesday, April 26, 2005 at 3:01 PM.
kate: omg so hungry.
ok I'm gonna make those waffles and scrambled eggs
JKREW: ok baby
kate: are you eating your bukkake again today?
JKREW: you know it!
kate: hahahah I will make you something tasty for dinner when I get home. something different.
pretty soon you'll be pooping bukkake
JKREW: hahahahahahaha omg
yeah, taken out of context, this could potentially ruin my future political career
ok I'm gonna make those waffles and scrambled eggs
JKREW: ok baby
kate: are you eating your bukkake again today?
JKREW: you know it!
kate: hahahah I will make you something tasty for dinner when I get home. something different.
pretty soon you'll be pooping bukkake
JKREW: hahahahahahaha omg
yeah, taken out of context, this could potentially ruin my future political career
remember roughly four years ago when we went into your room to grab a blanket because it was a little cold in the main room. lily and stoner dave waiting for us to return so we could continue watching silence of the lambs. we were nestled together on the love seat trying to remain silent despite the little game we were playing that shouted of blushes, gasps, and giggles.
"how about now? how many now?" we were asking of butterflies fluttering amidst the acids sloshing around, digesting whatever it was we had had for dinner earlier that night.
...not nearly as many as I have now.
remember a year and two days ago? obviously you do as we just spoke about it. you remembered the day exactly while I remember the moment exactly. somehow. I'd managed to nab a car and come over for a movie. offered a glass of wine, I accepted water, and you sipped what I'm guessing was pinot grigio. I'd heard the reviews, lost in translation should be an amazing movie. I found it to be very confusing. what little of it that I actually saw.
see, I was distracted by my slight addiction. it fits perfectly in a pocket or a small bag. it's not messy in the least. pop the cap off, gently roll it along your lips. wait for the tingle and smile as you feel completely refreshed.
"want to know a cool trick about this stuff?"
"what's that?" your glass of wine was still half full.
"an odd tingling sensation overcomes your lips... want to try some?"
"uh. ok" I'd have thought you'd reach out a hand for me to place in it my tube of chapstick. instead I found myself leaning into you, burts beeswax now quite thoroughly covering your lips and ceasing to exist altogether in the moment.
at the time I had a feeling I didn't understand but I went with it. kind of hard to ignore something that has you at its mercy.
it just took a few more "taste tests" to decide we both liked what we were trying and thought we'd try out a trial version of the real thing.
remember when you came down to that city you understandably loath so much. the city drowning in the fighting within the scene. everyone there who wasn't originally from there becomes worn down by the day to day battle. become jaded and discontent with who they were upon arrival and find themselves to be a muddy, unhappy, pissed off, pessimistic version of who they once thought themselves to be. despite all this you set aside your fear for yourself and dara and made the trek. everyone I knew who was going to be there knew my boo was coming with me. everyone who knew was a bit confused, boo equals boyfriend, in our case, not just yet. jealousy turned to drama waiting to unfold so we flew the coop. smelly and exhausted, you should've hopped in. I wouldn't have stopped you and neither would a closed door. I never realized my bed is as small as it really is until I woke in extreme confusion to find you laying on the floor trying to sleep.
"wha--? what the hell? what are you doing on the floor!" despite my speech slurred by sleep you sat up innocently and also extremely confused.
"you kept pushing me against the wall so I asked if you wanted me to sleep on the floor and you nodded yes and mumbled something." then, I started to slowly realize...
"don't sleep on the floor! get back in bed... you can't sleep on the flo..." and I'd fallen back asleep.
to wake to you.
remember when we got to tuck each other in at night?
yeah me neither. but man, I can't wait until I do.
"how about now? how many now?" we were asking of butterflies fluttering amidst the acids sloshing around, digesting whatever it was we had had for dinner earlier that night.
...not nearly as many as I have now.
remember a year and two days ago? obviously you do as we just spoke about it. you remembered the day exactly while I remember the moment exactly. somehow. I'd managed to nab a car and come over for a movie. offered a glass of wine, I accepted water, and you sipped what I'm guessing was pinot grigio. I'd heard the reviews, lost in translation should be an amazing movie. I found it to be very confusing. what little of it that I actually saw.
see, I was distracted by my slight addiction. it fits perfectly in a pocket or a small bag. it's not messy in the least. pop the cap off, gently roll it along your lips. wait for the tingle and smile as you feel completely refreshed.
"want to know a cool trick about this stuff?"
"what's that?" your glass of wine was still half full.
"an odd tingling sensation overcomes your lips... want to try some?"
"uh. ok" I'd have thought you'd reach out a hand for me to place in it my tube of chapstick. instead I found myself leaning into you, burts beeswax now quite thoroughly covering your lips and ceasing to exist altogether in the moment.
at the time I had a feeling I didn't understand but I went with it. kind of hard to ignore something that has you at its mercy.
it just took a few more "taste tests" to decide we both liked what we were trying and thought we'd try out a trial version of the real thing.
remember when you came down to that city you understandably loath so much. the city drowning in the fighting within the scene. everyone there who wasn't originally from there becomes worn down by the day to day battle. become jaded and discontent with who they were upon arrival and find themselves to be a muddy, unhappy, pissed off, pessimistic version of who they once thought themselves to be. despite all this you set aside your fear for yourself and dara and made the trek. everyone I knew who was going to be there knew my boo was coming with me. everyone who knew was a bit confused, boo equals boyfriend, in our case, not just yet. jealousy turned to drama waiting to unfold so we flew the coop. smelly and exhausted, you should've hopped in. I wouldn't have stopped you and neither would a closed door. I never realized my bed is as small as it really is until I woke in extreme confusion to find you laying on the floor trying to sleep.
"wha--? what the hell? what are you doing on the floor!" despite my speech slurred by sleep you sat up innocently and also extremely confused.
"you kept pushing me against the wall so I asked if you wanted me to sleep on the floor and you nodded yes and mumbled something." then, I started to slowly realize...
"don't sleep on the floor! get back in bed... you can't sleep on the flo..." and I'd fallen back asleep.
to wake to you.
remember when we got to tuck each other in at night?
yeah me neither. but man, I can't wait until I do.
You know that t-rex statue in the Smithsonian in DC?
I'm gonna steal it.
And then mount the head on my wall.
Seriously, I have it all planned out.
lifelike artists rendition of the plan
I'm gonna steal it.
And then mount the head on my wall.
Seriously, I have it all planned out.
lifelike artists rendition of the plan
JKREW: I just need a virgin for my sacrifices
misskate: hahahah
virgin
yeah
JKREW: hahaha
misskate: look, i'm just saying, i'm not all weird and christlike...like you and #1
JKREW: whatever dude. I'm way dirtier than you
misskate: i don't doubt it
JKREW: heh
misskate: that's why i dont want to be your roommate
cause i'll walk in one day and kate #1 will be tied to the ceiling fan
JKREW: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
omg, how did you hear about that?
misskate: hahahah
virgin
yeah
JKREW: hahaha
misskate: look, i'm just saying, i'm not all weird and christlike...like you and #1
JKREW: whatever dude. I'm way dirtier than you
misskate: i don't doubt it
JKREW: heh
misskate: that's why i dont want to be your roommate
cause i'll walk in one day and kate #1 will be tied to the ceiling fan
JKREW: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
omg, how did you hear about that?
Ok people. I need some help. I'm not dying or anything but this is so much more important than that. There comes a time in a persons life where he has something put in front of him that he never knew he needed but absolutely couldn't live without. This is that time for me and I'm asking for your assistance.
I need $1200 dollars. Quick.
I finally decided on a set of wheels for Dara and the cost will be a total of $2500 duckets. I will sell my existing subpar wheels for $1300 and will need a remaining $1200 to make up the difference.
Now, if I get 240 people to donate a mere $5 dollars american, I can reach my goal.
What's 5 dollars you ask?
A cup of coffee and a bagel?
An extra value meal?
A 30 second lapdance?
It's not that much of a sacrifice for my happiness if you ask me and it's for such a great cause.
Think for a moment... Remember when I gave you a ride home because you were too drunk to drive? Remember when I cockblocked your friend so you could lay the honkey-talk down on that hot girl at the bar? Remember when I made you laugh at the expense of my body due to my slap-nut funny physical humour? Remember when I listened to you go on and on for an hour because you just got your wallet stolen from that Taiwanese trannie hooker in San Padre Mexico?
And now that you remembered all that I did for you, now is the time you can finally pay me back! I even think you can even write it off as a donation so it benefits us both!
Now, "whats in it for me you fucker?" you may ask... well, other than the most important thing, my happiness, I will tell you what you get for your money...
For those donating, I have broken it down into sections:
Bronze Club - $5 will get you a lovely personalized email from me thanking you for your valued cash as well as your name on a handsome plaque that will be inside my car every carshow I go to this summer.
Silver Club - $6-50 will get you all of the above plus a glossy 8x10 photo of me sitting next to my new wheels!
Gold Club - $50-100 will get you all of the above plus a personalized drunken phonecall and song sung by me with stoner dave on accoustic guitar backup.
Platinum Club - $100+ will get you all of the above PLUS a set of my underwear or kates underwear depending on your underwear preference!
Please send all money to paypal@jkrew.com and know that with your money, you are buying my happiness so give till it hurts people!
Thank you and God Bless.
Sincerely,
Jason P. Kress
I need $1200 dollars. Quick.
I finally decided on a set of wheels for Dara and the cost will be a total of $2500 duckets. I will sell my existing subpar wheels for $1300 and will need a remaining $1200 to make up the difference.
Now, if I get 240 people to donate a mere $5 dollars american, I can reach my goal.
What's 5 dollars you ask?
A cup of coffee and a bagel?
An extra value meal?
A 30 second lapdance?
It's not that much of a sacrifice for my happiness if you ask me and it's for such a great cause.
Think for a moment... Remember when I gave you a ride home because you were too drunk to drive? Remember when I cockblocked your friend so you could lay the honkey-talk down on that hot girl at the bar? Remember when I made you laugh at the expense of my body due to my slap-nut funny physical humour? Remember when I listened to you go on and on for an hour because you just got your wallet stolen from that Taiwanese trannie hooker in San Padre Mexico?
And now that you remembered all that I did for you, now is the time you can finally pay me back! I even think you can even write it off as a donation so it benefits us both!
Now, "whats in it for me you fucker?" you may ask... well, other than the most important thing, my happiness, I will tell you what you get for your money...
For those donating, I have broken it down into sections:
Bronze Club - $5 will get you a lovely personalized email from me thanking you for your valued cash as well as your name on a handsome plaque that will be inside my car every carshow I go to this summer.
Silver Club - $6-50 will get you all of the above plus a glossy 8x10 photo of me sitting next to my new wheels!
Gold Club - $50-100 will get you all of the above plus a personalized drunken phonecall and song sung by me with stoner dave on accoustic guitar backup.
Platinum Club - $100+ will get you all of the above PLUS a set of my underwear or kates underwear depending on your underwear preference!
Please send all money to paypal@jkrew.com and know that with your money, you are buying my happiness so give till it hurts people!
Thank you and God Bless.
Sincerely,
Jason P. Kress
Man wtf? I'm BLAZING through my list of shit to do today so I can get the fuck out of here. I need to get the teeth cleaned and if I have time (god willing) I'm going to go to the junkyard to strip that 20th AE GTI. Seriously, I need to go or I will crawl through my skin. I need to get the fuck out of here. I'm going batty. Ever get the feeling of being antsy and jiggety (I know that isn't a word but just go with me here) and you just need to do something different but don't know what to do? That's me. But eleventeen times worse.
I have had cravings all month. The shittiest thing is that I have no idea what I want. I try to mend my fix with Roy Rogers chicken wings but even that doesn't help anymore. I thought cleaning the house would help but I quit midway through because I just didn't care. I cleaned my car and fixed the interior fitment issue last weekend but that didn't help.
I hope that a day in the junkyard tearing apart a car will do me some good. Some people go to an island with a nice beach or some people go to the golf club or the strip joint to relieve stress. I go to a dirty-ass junkyard with rusty cars. Go figure.
I never used to be this way. Well, I guess I was. I never knew how to work on cars. My first car was a CRX. It was a PoS in a big way. My mom bought it for me for 1500 duckets and I treated it like it was a Ferrari. I washed it every day 6 months before I could legally drive it. One day I didn't like the colour of it so I drove to my pops house and tore the fucker apart. I had no idea what i was doing but every bolt that I felt had to be unscrewed was and I sorted it out eventually. I hung up all of the panels to a tree, sanded it down and then painted them black. I stripped the interior and re-carpeted that. I went to my first junkyard when I was 16 and found a CRX that was 4 years newer. I ganked all of the newer interior pieces and threw them over the fence so I didn't have to pay for them. As soon as I got home, I installed all of them into my car. It was just a pride type of thing. It brings me to where I am today with Dara.
I think my mom is starting to get it and just letting the part she doesn't get go and chalk it up to boys being boys. It's really not the pride thing I guess. It sort of is but it's different. In my life, I don't have a great house, I don't have a great job, my 401k is non-existent and my stock options are in the shithole. BUT, I have a nice car that I love. It's therapy for me. It's my one thing that is important in my life that I take pride in and I get pride back with my friends. We all have the sickness and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Why have a stock car? For some, that's fine but it's just different with my car gang. We all come from different backgrounds and financial statuses but we all share a love for cars and that is a pretty strong bond that brings us together. If I met a lot of the people in my crew, I would never be their friend just because if they didn't have a dub, I wouldn't really be interested in their other aspects of life. But with the common bond, you learn to appreciate the other things with them. But the biggest thing is that they bust their ass to have a nice car almost to an obsessive degree. Thankfully, I haven't caught the bug as bad as most of them. A normal guy off the street wouldn't know a tenth of the work we put into our cars or even care but to an enthusiast, swapping a 20th interior into a VR6, adding 15mm spacers to the rear wheels so they sat flush, shaving a tailgate to clean up the ass, adjusting the camber +2, installing german OEM HIDs, adding a MK5 ant. or swapping a 99 passat stubby sideview mirror is totally acceptable and understood.
It's just a car thing. I will never get any of the money back I put into it but it's not the money that matters. It's just something to do. Women have purses and shoes, normal guys have boats and Armani pinstripes, I have a 5 year old VW for which I treat like a 2005 Ferrari.
I have had cravings all month. The shittiest thing is that I have no idea what I want. I try to mend my fix with Roy Rogers chicken wings but even that doesn't help anymore. I thought cleaning the house would help but I quit midway through because I just didn't care. I cleaned my car and fixed the interior fitment issue last weekend but that didn't help.
I hope that a day in the junkyard tearing apart a car will do me some good. Some people go to an island with a nice beach or some people go to the golf club or the strip joint to relieve stress. I go to a dirty-ass junkyard with rusty cars. Go figure.
I never used to be this way. Well, I guess I was. I never knew how to work on cars. My first car was a CRX. It was a PoS in a big way. My mom bought it for me for 1500 duckets and I treated it like it was a Ferrari. I washed it every day 6 months before I could legally drive it. One day I didn't like the colour of it so I drove to my pops house and tore the fucker apart. I had no idea what i was doing but every bolt that I felt had to be unscrewed was and I sorted it out eventually. I hung up all of the panels to a tree, sanded it down and then painted them black. I stripped the interior and re-carpeted that. I went to my first junkyard when I was 16 and found a CRX that was 4 years newer. I ganked all of the newer interior pieces and threw them over the fence so I didn't have to pay for them. As soon as I got home, I installed all of them into my car. It was just a pride type of thing. It brings me to where I am today with Dara.
I think my mom is starting to get it and just letting the part she doesn't get go and chalk it up to boys being boys. It's really not the pride thing I guess. It sort of is but it's different. In my life, I don't have a great house, I don't have a great job, my 401k is non-existent and my stock options are in the shithole. BUT, I have a nice car that I love. It's therapy for me. It's my one thing that is important in my life that I take pride in and I get pride back with my friends. We all have the sickness and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Why have a stock car? For some, that's fine but it's just different with my car gang. We all come from different backgrounds and financial statuses but we all share a love for cars and that is a pretty strong bond that brings us together. If I met a lot of the people in my crew, I would never be their friend just because if they didn't have a dub, I wouldn't really be interested in their other aspects of life. But with the common bond, you learn to appreciate the other things with them. But the biggest thing is that they bust their ass to have a nice car almost to an obsessive degree. Thankfully, I haven't caught the bug as bad as most of them. A normal guy off the street wouldn't know a tenth of the work we put into our cars or even care but to an enthusiast, swapping a 20th interior into a VR6, adding 15mm spacers to the rear wheels so they sat flush, shaving a tailgate to clean up the ass, adjusting the camber +2, installing german OEM HIDs, adding a MK5 ant. or swapping a 99 passat stubby sideview mirror is totally acceptable and understood.
It's just a car thing. I will never get any of the money back I put into it but it's not the money that matters. It's just something to do. Women have purses and shoes, normal guys have boats and Armani pinstripes, I have a 5 year old VW for which I treat like a 2005 Ferrari.
What an interesting night indeed
0 Comments Published by JKREW on Thursday, April 21, 2005 at 10:03 PM.
• A part of my past just found me on myspace and I'm dumbfounded at the moment
• Kate nearly put me to sleep just by her touch
• Chinese ordered 10 minutes before closing should not be ordered
• My dog is eating himself alive and it worries me
• My chest hurts
• I want to get my car painted now. Not in two weeks
• I am constantly reminded of why I hate catholicism on a daily basis
• I am falling asleep as I type this but I have a full beer in front of me
• I really missed Christian
• I really missed Leah as well
• I really miss Kate right now
Sleep well bitches.
• Kate nearly put me to sleep just by her touch
• Chinese ordered 10 minutes before closing should not be ordered
• My dog is eating himself alive and it worries me
• My chest hurts
• I want to get my car painted now. Not in two weeks
• I am constantly reminded of why I hate catholicism on a daily basis
• I am falling asleep as I type this but I have a full beer in front of me
• I really missed Christian
• I really missed Leah as well
• I really miss Kate right now
Sleep well bitches.
Now that ShitDonalds is getting in on the mass produced coffee market. *sigh
JKREW is now a part of the 19th century again.
Carry on with your business.
Carry on with your business.
Donde esta my fucking internet?
0 Comments Published by JKREW on Tuesday, April 19, 2005 at 7:02 PM.
Yeah, so my company thinks it's cool to not have internet for a week and still function properly. This has seriously cut down on my blogging, music borrowing and general slacking time.
I promise it will be better soon or I will just have to find a way to hotwire my cellphone to my computer.
*sigh
I promise it will be better soon or I will just have to find a way to hotwire my cellphone to my computer.
*sigh
Mother-in-laws rule. Case closed.
0 Comments Published by JKREW on Sunday, April 17, 2005 at 6:55 PM.
what is the world coming to?
1 Comments Published by oh kate on Saturday, April 16, 2005 at 9:25 PM.
you've gone without the net for almost two and a half days now. although you've cheated a bit using your phone here and there but you haven't gotten to surf or download anything so I guess we'll let you off this once.
*shoves mic in your face*
do you feel like a changed man?
*shoves mic in your face*
do you feel like a changed man?
it's too bad the introweb is still broken at work. I should've brought a movie for you. ):
how bad is it when you get soo caught up in the stress of daily work and life that you forget the meaning of your life and who you really are?
this is the email i got this morning, this is something i have never forgotten until today...
why is it we cannot pick and choose our memories no matter how small or big... some things just tend to dissapear on their own, even when you dont want them to.
Are either of you planning on going out to the cemetary today? If so, could you please take some flowers for me?
love,
Mom
this is the email i got this morning, this is something i have never forgotten until today...
why is it we cannot pick and choose our memories no matter how small or big... some things just tend to dissapear on their own, even when you dont want them to.
Are either of you planning on going out to the cemetary today? If so, could you please take some flowers for me?
love,
Mom
Exterior:
• install euro front bumper with molded 4motion valence
• mold 1-bar grille to bumper
• install CF hood and washer jets
• install hood pins
• purchase 4motion apron
• mold rear 4motion apron to rear euro bumper
• cut exhaust pipes to correct length
• paint exhaust pipes flat black
• paint tow hook VW motorsport red
• install OEM HIDs
• paint bumpers, grille and fenders
• fully compound remaining body pieces
• install marine magnets behind bumpers to hold license plates
• smoke turn signal lights
• remove stickers
• fabricate 300z turnsignal led lights
• install MK5 multi-function antenna
• purchase 10mm rear spacers for wheels
• paint calipers red
• detail wheel wells
Interior:
• re-fit 20th AE interior including weather seals, and a and b pillar panels
• replace damaged c pillar panel
• retrofit grab handles (4)
• replace floormats
• install rear seatbelts
• fix glovebox hinge
• install 20th AE door sill decals
• install boost and air/fuel gauges with correct wiring
• paint rear view mirror and mirror wire trim
• paint rear hatch trim
• carpet rear hatch floor cover
• fiberglass molded floor to hold jack and tools
Engine:
• custom fiberglass battery cover
• custom fiberglass washer cover
• chrome manifold
• clean up plug wires
• clean up and hide all wires
Stereo:
• fiberglass sub box
Mechanical:
• replace right CV boot and possible blown shock
• 44k engine
Optional:
• install angeleyes
• paint HID's black
• install R32 wipers
• black out b pillar stalks
• darker tint
• install euro front bumper with molded 4motion valence
• mold 1-bar grille to bumper
• install CF hood and washer jets
• install hood pins
• purchase 4motion apron
• mold rear 4motion apron to rear euro bumper
• cut exhaust pipes to correct length
• paint exhaust pipes flat black
• paint tow hook VW motorsport red
• install OEM HIDs
• paint bumpers, grille and fenders
• fully compound remaining body pieces
• install marine magnets behind bumpers to hold license plates
• smoke turn signal lights
• remove stickers
• fabricate 300z turnsignal led lights
• install MK5 multi-function antenna
• purchase 10mm rear spacers for wheels
• paint calipers red
• detail wheel wells
Interior:
• re-fit 20th AE interior including weather seals, and a and b pillar panels
• replace damaged c pillar panel
• retrofit grab handles (4)
• replace floormats
• install rear seatbelts
• fix glovebox hinge
• install 20th AE door sill decals
• install boost and air/fuel gauges with correct wiring
• paint rear view mirror and mirror wire trim
• paint rear hatch trim
• carpet rear hatch floor cover
• fiberglass molded floor to hold jack and tools
Engine:
• custom fiberglass battery cover
• custom fiberglass washer cover
• chrome manifold
• clean up plug wires
• clean up and hide all wires
Stereo:
• fiberglass sub box
Mechanical:
• replace right CV boot and possible blown shock
• 44k engine
Optional:
• install angeleyes
• paint HID's black
• install R32 wipers
• black out b pillar stalks
• darker tint
I guess this is one of those things that needs to be written down. I know in my heart that I will remember it years from now but you know how it goes, the mind gets older and certain interrupted elements get hazy. Certain things get forgotten. I'm hoping this won't be one of those memories.
I was hesitant to go down to Richmond that day. I had something that I really wanted to be a part of but I also knew I made a promise to visit Richmond. I was going to support my baby and because I said I would, I was going to do it. I woke up on Saturday quite early for me but now that I think about it, that early is getting pretty damn normal for me. I was working on three hours of sleep but I was awake nonetheless. I stumbled around the house and finally a few hours later, laid down to watch a movie only to be interrupted by my best friend.
"Come visit! I'm bored."
"Ok, be there in 30."
So off went the dvd and in went my car key. I got to my destination and instantly was bored. I really wanted to get on the road and start my day. I left and packed my car up along with my newly acquired Sharon in the back seat. It was beautiful out. Perfect. I rolled the windows down and just drove. It took me 15 minutes to decide my fate for the next 36 hours and I was pleased with my decision. The drive, the wind, the sun; everything was perfect. I drove without my radio and just listened to my car hum and the wind blow.
I got to Richmond in record time once again, turned my engine off and walked to the closet building, snuck in and found my way. (I always have a knack for finding my way don't I?) I found you standing there and kissed your neck. You turned, somewhat dumbfounded, and embraced me for what seemed like hours. We talked and then I left. I was on my own. In a good way. I went to your home, laid down and decided to watch a movie. I wanted beer so I walked down the street to buy a sixer and came back, watched my movie and napped. It was wonderful. The time came so I dressed and nearly was sick out of nervousness for you. I walked to the fashion show and as soon as I sat, I realised I needed a gift. Out I went. I bought you tulips. I found my seat again and prepared. I was almost shaking. I don't know why but I was. The show started and what seemed like forever, you were finally there. I was amazed at how beautiful you looked to me. I wanted to watch you but also knew I should take photos so I would never forget.
Fast forward 14 hours.
It was sunny in the room for some reason. The last time I was here, it was dark at this time. I woke to you next to me. I opened my eyes in some half-sleep normalcy to see you still sleeping. I kissed you and you woke. We embraced and continued this sleep-deprived-drunken moment for another hour and a half. It was wonderful. I didn't want to leave the bed. Me being close to you like we were. Playing, smiling, laughing, embracing. I could do this all weekend. I plan to do this for many more weekends/weekdays/the rest of my life to come.
We showered. Dressed. Smiled. Prepared together. I got my bike ready and we were off. Coffee. Breakfast. Just riding next to eachother. Talking about nothing. Smiling about everything. You brought me to a new place. I got to see what you have known. Just feeling the wind blow in my hair and against my face and seeing you beside me or in front of me; riding hands free. Showing off? I loved every moment.
I didn't want to leave. Driving home was the same as it was the day before. Perfect. The temperature and the wind blowing across my body as I drove, listening to my engine's hum. But this time I had a bigger smile on my face.
I was hesitant to go down to Richmond that day. I had something that I really wanted to be a part of but I also knew I made a promise to visit Richmond. I was going to support my baby and because I said I would, I was going to do it. I woke up on Saturday quite early for me but now that I think about it, that early is getting pretty damn normal for me. I was working on three hours of sleep but I was awake nonetheless. I stumbled around the house and finally a few hours later, laid down to watch a movie only to be interrupted by my best friend.
"Come visit! I'm bored."
"Ok, be there in 30."
So off went the dvd and in went my car key. I got to my destination and instantly was bored. I really wanted to get on the road and start my day. I left and packed my car up along with my newly acquired Sharon in the back seat. It was beautiful out. Perfect. I rolled the windows down and just drove. It took me 15 minutes to decide my fate for the next 36 hours and I was pleased with my decision. The drive, the wind, the sun; everything was perfect. I drove without my radio and just listened to my car hum and the wind blow.
I got to Richmond in record time once again, turned my engine off and walked to the closet building, snuck in and found my way. (I always have a knack for finding my way don't I?) I found you standing there and kissed your neck. You turned, somewhat dumbfounded, and embraced me for what seemed like hours. We talked and then I left. I was on my own. In a good way. I went to your home, laid down and decided to watch a movie. I wanted beer so I walked down the street to buy a sixer and came back, watched my movie and napped. It was wonderful. The time came so I dressed and nearly was sick out of nervousness for you. I walked to the fashion show and as soon as I sat, I realised I needed a gift. Out I went. I bought you tulips. I found my seat again and prepared. I was almost shaking. I don't know why but I was. The show started and what seemed like forever, you were finally there. I was amazed at how beautiful you looked to me. I wanted to watch you but also knew I should take photos so I would never forget.
Fast forward 14 hours.
It was sunny in the room for some reason. The last time I was here, it was dark at this time. I woke to you next to me. I opened my eyes in some half-sleep normalcy to see you still sleeping. I kissed you and you woke. We embraced and continued this sleep-deprived-drunken moment for another hour and a half. It was wonderful. I didn't want to leave the bed. Me being close to you like we were. Playing, smiling, laughing, embracing. I could do this all weekend. I plan to do this for many more weekends/weekdays/the rest of my life to come.
We showered. Dressed. Smiled. Prepared together. I got my bike ready and we were off. Coffee. Breakfast. Just riding next to eachother. Talking about nothing. Smiling about everything. You brought me to a new place. I got to see what you have known. Just feeling the wind blow in my hair and against my face and seeing you beside me or in front of me; riding hands free. Showing off? I loved every moment.
I didn't want to leave. Driving home was the same as it was the day before. Perfect. The temperature and the wind blowing across my body as I drove, listening to my engine's hum. But this time I had a bigger smile on my face.
I'm not a holy man but I do know what I hate and that is Christians. What the ever-loving fuck...
From http://www.christianshirts.net/
Yes, you too, can purchase these fine memorabilia pieces to display on your person! Hooray!
And this one takes the award for best shirt in the world...
From http://www.christianshirts.net/
Yes, you too, can purchase these fine memorabilia pieces to display on your person! Hooray!
And this one takes the award for best shirt in the world...
This has to be a gorilla marketing site. IT HAS TO BE. If it isn't, it's really really REALLY sad.
So sad
So sad
Please, for all things holy, don't be a horrid adaptation. I am so hoping this will rule.
Aeon Flux Movie Site
Aeon Flux Movie Site
Nothing ever created by man is better than what you will see after you click this link...
Prepare yourself
Prepare yourself
What kind of shelter do you provide for the dogs?
There are actually many caves along the shoreline, artificially made, which dogs can go to to avoid the rain. They are great caves. People like them too. I think that even bears would love these caves for hibernation. But mostly, the weather is BEAUTIFUL on the Island so shelter is not really an issue. Dogs LOVE hurricanes, too, which we recently discovered!
Click me
There are actually many caves along the shoreline, artificially made, which dogs can go to to avoid the rain. They are great caves. People like them too. I think that even bears would love these caves for hibernation. But mostly, the weather is BEAUTIFUL on the Island so shelter is not really an issue. Dogs LOVE hurricanes, too, which we recently discovered!
Click me
This is where pickles belong. Not in a dumpster all alone.
1 Comments Published by JKREW on at 12:55 PM.
So the day started out normal enough. Wake up, hit snooze bar a few times, feed and walk dog, masturbate, get dressed, go get coffee and prepare for the drive to work. I pull into a handi spot because I'm hardcore and don't care for crippled peoples needs. "They're not handicaped, they're handi-capable." I start my car up and a smartly dressed woman knocks on my window. I was preparing my retort to parking in the spot but instead she tells me she is Carey's mom. Now, being that I was tired as hell, I was expecting Carey's mom to be asian, duh. Wait, Carey has a cracker mom.
"Oh hi Miss Lair. Sorry, I'm a little tired this morning. You look very nice today."
"You too Jason, the car's looking good. Have a good day."
"Ok, have a good one. See you soon."
Weird. So I start my trip to work and I'm going down the road and a thugged-out Infinity rolls up next to me with a huge black dude hanging out the window flashing a gang sign. WTF? Oh, it's just Kanda (my VW buddy). We chat it up at the light and promise to hang out soon and get some füd. Uh, ok, haven't seen him in months. That was really random.
Onward to work. I'm driving, enjoying the fuck out of my Bloc Party cd and blasting it so everyone got to hear it while I drove. I was almost 300 yards away from work when a new Jetta rolls up behind me and wants to strut. I hate the new Jetta but thats cool, if he thinks he is hot shit, thats fine by me. I race him and beat the piss out of his new car and triumphantly get in front of him at the light. I reach down to pick up my tasty large latté and then it happened.
MOTHERFUCKER!
The bottom just decided to release itself from the rest of the cup and let loose the 160º scalding hot steamed milk upon my junk. I mean, all of it, the cup fell to the floor dry. I must say, I am quite proud of myself for not screaming like a little bitch. Partially because I didn't want to look like a tool in front of the Jetta driver and partially because I was too busy trying not to pass out due to the severe and intense amount of pain that was rushing up my body from my bathing suit area.
So there I was, stuck in traffic, sitting in a pool of molten magma that was slowly blistering the skin of my nutsack off. Good thing I had leather seats because if I had cloth seats, the coffee would at least escape into the fabric. But no, I had leather. Thick, impermeable leather that created a barrier so the coffee could just sit there making a nice hot bubbling ballsack jacuzzi just for me.
I drive to work, open the door and roll onto the pavement in some over dramatic display so my coworker who just pulled up could see me and laugh at my unfortunate fate. Fuck it, I drove back home, stripped down, threw my venti skim pants into the washer and hopped in the shower. I washed off the funk, changed and got ready to go to work. AGAIN. Just as I was leaving my room, a gust of wind blew into my room, knocking down my curtain rod, causing some sort of wind tunnel vortex in my room which caused the door to slam shut which in turn scared my dog who jumped up and ran towards the door exit which was now closed shut and ran face first into the door at full cheetah sprint.
Seeing this, I exploded into laughter as my dog's pride was still slipping down the door's surface and he just sat there trying to figure out what just happened. I fell to the floor laughing and finally looked at Carson's face which had turned from confusion to embarassment and he started barking at me to shut up knowing I was laughing at him. That was totally worth getting my junk burned off so I could come home to see that turn of events.
So yeah, all in all, I'm waiting to get run over by a Mac truck today. It just doesn't seem to be in the stars for me to have a good day.
"Oh hi Miss Lair. Sorry, I'm a little tired this morning. You look very nice today."
"You too Jason, the car's looking good. Have a good day."
"Ok, have a good one. See you soon."
Weird. So I start my trip to work and I'm going down the road and a thugged-out Infinity rolls up next to me with a huge black dude hanging out the window flashing a gang sign. WTF? Oh, it's just Kanda (my VW buddy). We chat it up at the light and promise to hang out soon and get some füd. Uh, ok, haven't seen him in months. That was really random.
Onward to work. I'm driving, enjoying the fuck out of my Bloc Party cd and blasting it so everyone got to hear it while I drove. I was almost 300 yards away from work when a new Jetta rolls up behind me and wants to strut. I hate the new Jetta but thats cool, if he thinks he is hot shit, thats fine by me. I race him and beat the piss out of his new car and triumphantly get in front of him at the light. I reach down to pick up my tasty large latté and then it happened.
MOTHERFUCKER!
The bottom just decided to release itself from the rest of the cup and let loose the 160º scalding hot steamed milk upon my junk. I mean, all of it, the cup fell to the floor dry. I must say, I am quite proud of myself for not screaming like a little bitch. Partially because I didn't want to look like a tool in front of the Jetta driver and partially because I was too busy trying not to pass out due to the severe and intense amount of pain that was rushing up my body from my bathing suit area.
So there I was, stuck in traffic, sitting in a pool of molten magma that was slowly blistering the skin of my nutsack off. Good thing I had leather seats because if I had cloth seats, the coffee would at least escape into the fabric. But no, I had leather. Thick, impermeable leather that created a barrier so the coffee could just sit there making a nice hot bubbling ballsack jacuzzi just for me.
I drive to work, open the door and roll onto the pavement in some over dramatic display so my coworker who just pulled up could see me and laugh at my unfortunate fate. Fuck it, I drove back home, stripped down, threw my venti skim pants into the washer and hopped in the shower. I washed off the funk, changed and got ready to go to work. AGAIN. Just as I was leaving my room, a gust of wind blew into my room, knocking down my curtain rod, causing some sort of wind tunnel vortex in my room which caused the door to slam shut which in turn scared my dog who jumped up and ran towards the door exit which was now closed shut and ran face first into the door at full cheetah sprint.
Seeing this, I exploded into laughter as my dog's pride was still slipping down the door's surface and he just sat there trying to figure out what just happened. I fell to the floor laughing and finally looked at Carson's face which had turned from confusion to embarassment and he started barking at me to shut up knowing I was laughing at him. That was totally worth getting my junk burned off so I could come home to see that turn of events.
So yeah, all in all, I'm waiting to get run over by a Mac truck today. It just doesn't seem to be in the stars for me to have a good day.
• I haven't eaten since last night which consisted of a handful of Doritos and a 1/2 bowl of fried rice
• I've been working straight through since 8:30am at a pace that would make a humping rabbit on meth dizzy
• My sustinance today has been comprised of cigarettes and coffee
• I had to cancel my mountain biking trip today because of fucking work
• I asked for the half day today so I could go biking a week ago
• This is the first break I've had today and it will be over in two minutes
• I haven't even heard kate's voice today
• My stomach is eating itself right now
• I just want to go to bed right now but I can't
I need a vacation. Or a bullet.
Wow, that was hella emo. Heh.
• I've been working straight through since 8:30am at a pace that would make a humping rabbit on meth dizzy
• My sustinance today has been comprised of cigarettes and coffee
• I had to cancel my mountain biking trip today because of fucking work
• I asked for the half day today so I could go biking a week ago
• This is the first break I've had today and it will be over in two minutes
• I haven't even heard kate's voice today
• My stomach is eating itself right now
• I just want to go to bed right now but I can't
I need a vacation. Or a bullet.
Wow, that was hella emo. Heh.
don't believe what they say.
0 Comments Published by oh kate on Tuesday, April 05, 2005 at 11:49 PM.
jason really is a sly little devil.
It's all a lie perpetrated by the flawed patriarchy, I swear.
What's with the word lover? When I hear it told to me as a noun, it sort of sends little chills up my spine for some reason. I don't know why. Maybe it's because when I hear it, it reminds me of how a tawdry woman from the 40's spoke to her husband (or even worse, her kept man (whats the opposite of a mistress anyways?). So yeah, I can picture this dame sitting on her chaise lounge wearing a slip or boa smoking a camel from one of those long cigerette holders and whispering it in that gross raspy pre-cancerous gargle with bedroom eyes and the look of post-sex expression "See you in a bit lover."
*shudders
But when someone close to me says it vis a vie "Thanks lover" or "See you soon lover" it isn't so bad. I mean, it's still unsettling to say the least but I guess I can cope. I mean, at least someone is willing to call me their lover or even when a friend says it to me in jest, it's kind of cute. I guess.
Maybe I'm not the pet name type of guy. I've been a "baby" and a "hun" and a "boo" but never a "lover" before. It all sounds so grown up which is probably why I don't like it so much. I don't want to be, or act, grown up. It's gross and official sounding and somewhat desperate to be young again.
I want to be young. Why do you think I act the way, and do the things I do? I'm a 28 year old boy for christ's sake. I act like a 21 year old yet still keep a house and a dog and pay bills and have a 401k. I don't think too much about that sort of thing though. My mother hints at me growing up but to that I flip the good ole middle finger. I don't want to be old or mature. Sure, I can be mature when I want to be or more importantly, need to be, but fuck it, I think I found a maturity-age I like and I'm sticking to it like white on rice.
I like acting 18-21. I like not caring about much of anything. I like coming home and doing nothing if I want to. I like driving a 21 year olds car and making it look like a race car and going to car shows and dating a 21 year old girl and getting drunk and throwing couches off of balconies and doing burnouts in parking lots at 3am and running from the cops and getting into fights with pimps with my friends in a dark parking lot in the middle of New Jersey and having friends named Super Weider, Big Mike and Stoner Dave. I don't want to be mature, there is absolutely no fun in that.
Sure, I'll probably grow out of that in a few years and I also know that my maturity level is about 5 years behind what it should be but when it all comes down to it, you know what?
I'm perfectly happy with that fact =)
*shudders
But when someone close to me says it vis a vie "Thanks lover" or "See you soon lover" it isn't so bad. I mean, it's still unsettling to say the least but I guess I can cope. I mean, at least someone is willing to call me their lover or even when a friend says it to me in jest, it's kind of cute. I guess.
Maybe I'm not the pet name type of guy. I've been a "baby" and a "hun" and a "boo" but never a "lover" before. It all sounds so grown up which is probably why I don't like it so much. I don't want to be, or act, grown up. It's gross and official sounding and somewhat desperate to be young again.
I want to be young. Why do you think I act the way, and do the things I do? I'm a 28 year old boy for christ's sake. I act like a 21 year old yet still keep a house and a dog and pay bills and have a 401k. I don't think too much about that sort of thing though. My mother hints at me growing up but to that I flip the good ole middle finger. I don't want to be old or mature. Sure, I can be mature when I want to be or more importantly, need to be, but fuck it, I think I found a maturity-age I like and I'm sticking to it like white on rice.
I like acting 18-21. I like not caring about much of anything. I like coming home and doing nothing if I want to. I like driving a 21 year olds car and making it look like a race car and going to car shows and dating a 21 year old girl and getting drunk and throwing couches off of balconies and doing burnouts in parking lots at 3am and running from the cops and getting into fights with pimps with my friends in a dark parking lot in the middle of New Jersey and having friends named Super Weider, Big Mike and Stoner Dave. I don't want to be mature, there is absolutely no fun in that.
Sure, I'll probably grow out of that in a few years and I also know that my maturity level is about 5 years behind what it should be but when it all comes down to it, you know what?
I'm perfectly happy with that fact =)