A formidable life.

[kenny]

My nights have been long, fueled with rum and some of the finest oil the states have to offer. Sure this is no way to live for longevity, but everything else just seems inappropriate, but god knows - I love life. It’s hard not to love it when you are lucky enough to wake up with something so beautiful next to you, it forces you to smile.

Life doth continue to stay bizarre, and yesterday was no exception. I was blindsided with words that I was not expecting to hear, like they were spoken with the sole purpose of fucking with my head. The ball was in my court, my actions, and my body language, all of which had to be precisely calculated before I was to deliver a response. What if this was a plot against me, what if these words were being slung my direction to provoke a reaction that would lead to my demise. I kept my composure, I kept my mouth shut and threw the ball back in to their court. It paid off and my paranoia was squashed with the reality of the situation. It’s just so hard in this day and age of myopia and right wing thinkers to believe that something you once thought that was so straight-laced closely resembles the man in the mirror. I guess I just need a vacation; I have a month and a half of it (paid), so maybe after the 10 year anniversary party I will look in to it. Until then, I shall walk on ice and try not to let my brain design something that is not unfeigned.

******
Cha, cha, cha – will you dance with me? Never mind, I cannot dance. I have only danced once in my life, it was nearly 10 years ago. I was overcome with lysergic acid diethylamide at a rave, as I made my way towards the 5 (or 6) foot tall speaker I saw her. She was a small Asian girl, dancing alone. In a move that I normally too shy to pull off, I moved up along side of her and we danced for what seemed like eternity. Had a camera been rolling, I am sure that I looked like some whacked out E-tard going in to an upright convulsion, but when you have that much LSD pumping through your veins – you really don’t care about much. I guess when I first started typing this, there was some reason, but that was forgotten the moment my fingers started pecking away at the keys. So for now I shall end this madness.

Updates:
There were some new photos added for Camille’s Birthday Party-Extravaganza and there were also some new photo’s added to the scrap book. Neither one of these galleries are work safe.

Also the fuckcops box is on its last leg. I forgot to pick up a new processor for it over the weekend, so I will look in to that if it’s not too late tonight. Even if it is, the box should be rebooted sometime soon.