Werewolf Dating

It's been a while my friends,,,,

i have found this for you...

Once again....

Geeeeeeeezzzzz...
I drink, then think its a good idea to blog.
............

So here is an episode of Mama's Family.

Beer at my Desk

Beer. At my Desk. Drunk at work.

My head hurts from having my hair pulled up all day. Perhaps it is from the abundance of coffee I have had to ingest to keep truckin along. I will have to admit, that this beer is a nice break from my normal corporate day.
There are many other things I could be doing with my time. It is a constant battle for me to even show up when I could be playng piano, writing, or doing a thirty other things besides being stuck behind my desk.
I feel inspired since my trip, in many different ways.

I have a couple of really big projects I have started since I got back. They are still in Top Secret Stage, only the parties involved + me knows whats up. Im feeling good about this though. (Im being optimistic here, folks.)

With these new projects comes a bunch of fears and worries, but you know. I am learning to overcome this. I will not let this control me anymore.
These fears come from the environment I grew up in. Its over. I am living in the now, and have moved past the past.

Isn't it amazing how a beer at work can bring up all these thoughts, isn't it?

Ani DiFranco puts it so well:

"I've got a lack of inhibition
I've got a loss of perspective
I've had a little bit to drink
and it's making me think
that I can jump ship and swim
that the ocean will hold me
that there's got to be more
than this boat i'm in"

Yep, I'm gettin older

It's my mutha 'ukin birthday today and Im in New Orleans.
Heres the funniest thing I have seen in a long time.
Chucky crashing a Jessica Simpson appearance on "Good Morning America".
Oh, by Chucky, I meant MANY Chuckies.
Enjoy.

Old Man River

SPOON Dream

I had a dream that SPOON came and played at Off Broadway.
I was too scared to talk to Britt, but i wanted to really really bad. I remember thinking to myself, "What would I say without sounding stupid?"

HAHA

Pretty Looks

Pretty Looks

Squash Therapy

When I walked to my Truck last night from work, much to my surprise someone had gotten underneath it with a power saw and stole my catalytic converter, oxygen sensor, Exhaust, etc.

Yay!
Thats Cute.

Thats Real Fucking CUTE.

I walked to the Old Rock House and drank a beer while I waited for my roommate to show up to get me. When I finally made it home around 10 pm I proceeded to take out my anger the best way I knew how.

Squash Therapy.

See, this year at the farm we have had an overabundance of squash, peaches, tomatos, etc. So much I cant eat it all! We have a couple that are starting to turn sittin in the kitchen, so they were the ones to use.

Ya go outside, take that squash, and throw it as hard as you can against the garage! SHIT YEAH! It exploded every where and you can't help but laugh at this. Repeat as much as needed, then let the squirrels, rabbits and birds pick up your mess.

Everyone wins!

Bad Bad Scary Bad Dream

Last night I had a scary vivid dream. I must share.
First, (This part isnt really THAT important) I was trapped in what looked like some kind of paintball arena, and I was stuck with a bunch of people, and we were running from some kind of "zombie". To trick this "zombie" you had to walk like a zombie to make him think he already got ya. So, I managed to run and jump in my truck, bringing some others with me and we busted through the gate onto the road, and we out.
So, then I am walking down this random street with about 3 other people. We approach their house (which reminded me of a house in London) and they notice that their house was broken into. Then, a man walks up to me from the shadows and grabs me by my shoulder. I am fighting against him, but he is trying to drag me down the street. I remember fighting with all my might, but it really wasnt doing any good. Then, my sight goes to black, and suddenly I am back in the street with the 3 other people again. At this time, a man comes up to me and attacks me with a knife. It was a little bit larger than a steak knife, but wider. So I am defeneding myself from this guy, trying to stop him from stabbing my in my stomach. In doing this I am grabbing the knife, holding my hands up. I am getting cut the whole time. When I grab the knife, I feel the serrated edges against the middle finger bone in my hand. It scraped across my fingers and this kept happening. I could feel the pain in my dream.
I finally got far enough up the street to find a police officer. I informed him about the robbery. At this time I remember walking around trying to get myself to a hospital, my hands bleeding and in pain the whole time. I kept yelling, "I have to get to a hospital!"
Then I woke up.
Promptly I went and played the Piano.

My Friend Bill...

When I got into the office today, I learned the terrible news that my friend Bill had passed away over the weekend.
Bill worked next to me in the commercial and blue print- print shop. He was a very plesant man, always smiling. He would come over and tell me funny jokes, he would borrow my white out pen, and leave me printer cartrages to send back to be refilled. He would always try to scare me into spilling my coffee and would always have a smile and a wave for me.
On Friday, August 15th, I saw Bill for the last time. I gave him a wave as he left the office. On the way to his car, he collasped and suffered a heart attack, and passed away later in the evening.
Bill was an awesome musician. He was a founding member of the John Ford Highland Bagpipe Band and was pipe major since its inception in 1969. At Christmas he would get all decked out and play in the office, gleefully scaring all of those who were not prepared for the bag pipes.
I have to come out and say this, I wish Bills last day in life was not spent at the office. This makes me think of many things, and even though he loved it here, I wish it could have been something more...It really makes you think...
I will miss you Bill Sandbach! Until next time....

Unreliable Internet - Screaming Kids at Coffee Shops - Bitter Old Ladies

Ok, So for a while now I have been pirating my neighbors internet.
I know, I know. I should have my own.
Well - Dammit I had for years and I'm a brokeass now
so shut up about that. I get my payback in the fact that my connection is unreliable as shit and I have to now mosey my ass up to the local coffee-teria for my workie time.
On Sunday this is NOT where you want to be.
This is not one of those "Artsy", entertaining type of coffee establishment.
OH NO,
this is your "Church-Goin, School-marm havin, stare at you cause your un-kept" type of place.

Now, the last thing I want to do on a Sunday after drinking is to put up with your Anal-Retentive mothers who scold you for being you, and grumpy crabby baristas who charge two damn dollars for a cup of coffee.

But I must admit, eves-dropping on old ladies conversations are pretty entertaining.
Their so bitter!

Dub Kitchen Dream

I had a dream last night about my friends in Dub Kitchen.
It was totally random and weird, yet funny at the same time.
So heres what happened:

We were in a weird town (Or something) and I was on this unfamilliar street. I remember seeing just about everyone standing together in a group on one side of this intersection. Then, all of the sudden, (heres where it gets really random) I am sitting in the drivers seat of a semi truck (WTF??) looking at everyone in the band down on the street. I start yelling at them as obnoxiously as I can in my best BORAT voice, "A lala la la la!" as I drive away.
Then I woke up...

Honestly....WTF???

History FREAK

Cat Power "The Greatest"

Feeling very musical today....

Mmmm, Reggae!

Thunderstorm Dream

Dreams are strange, man.
Saturday night I had a very strange thunderstorm dream.
I rarely have dreams about storms, even with all the crazy shit in my head.
I was in South City, (a stretch of Ann Ave. I used to live on) and in an old three story house. It was not in the best of shape, and in total need of structural support. The windows rattled every time the wind blew, and it was a fury outside. I was in the attic, looking out the windows as they shook. There were two houses I kept running back and forth from during the storm, but mostly stayed in this primary one. When the storm was over, I went outside and felt the warm sun on my face. When I looked up I saw that the other home had been destroyed by the storm. All that was left was the shell of the bottom room.

This has sparked my curiosity because the dream was SO vivid.
I looked up "Thunderstorm" at a dream interpretation website,
and a here's what is said:

"Storm-- To see a storm in your dream, signifies overwhelming struggle, shock, devastating loss and catastrophe in your personal affairs. The storm also represents unexpressed fears or emotions, such as anger, rage, turmoil, etc. On a more positive note, the storm signifies the rising of spirit within.
To dream that you take cover in a storm, foretells that whatever disturbance or problems is occurring in your life will quickly blow over. Consider also the phrase "weather the storm", which suggests your ability and strength to withstand whatever comes."

...now how about "Old House":

"House-- To see a house in your dream, represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. In general, the attic represents your intellect, the basement represents the unconscious, etc. If the house is empty, then it indicates feelings of insecurity. If the house is shifting, then it suggests that you are going through some personal changes and changing your belief system. If you live with others in your walking life, but dream that you are living alone, suggests that you need to take new steps toward independence. You need to accept responsibilities and be more self-reliant.
--To see an old, run-down house in your dream, represents your old beliefs, attitudes and how you used to think or feel. A situation in your current life may be bringing about those same old attitudes and feelings. Alternatively, the old house may symbolize your need to update you mode of thinking. If the house is new, then it indicates that you are entering into a new phase or new area in your life."

Ok, there is an entry for "Attic" & "Window":

"Attic--To see an attic in your dream, represents hidden memories or repressed thoughts that is being revealed. It also symbolize your mind, spirituality, and your connection to the higher Self. Alternatively, it signifies difficulties in your life that will hinder you from attaining your goals and aspirations. However, in the end, after a long period of struggle, you will overcome them. "

"Window--To see windows in your dream, signifies bright hopes, vast possibilities and insight.
To dream that you are looking out the window, signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness, point of view, awareness, and intuition. You may be reflecting on a decision and seeking guidance. Or you need to go out into the larger world and experience life. If you are looking in the window, then it indicates that you are doing some soul searching and looking within yourself.
To see shut windows in your dream, signifies desertion and abandonment.
To see shattered and broken windows, denotes misery and disloyalty."

I tried to look up like "Collasped Houses" etc, but couldnt find anything about that. The only thing that came up was some stuff about a roof, but I never saw a roof in my dream.

interesting.......
very interesting....

WHOOA!

So, I love lifes little surpirises.

BOOM--You werent expecting that, were you?!

Ask me last week what I would be doing this week, and my response would have been nothing like what actually happened.

BLIPPITY!

Im feeling inspired to travel the world and play as much music as humanly possible. To write new songs and not give a fuck about what we shouldnt give a fuck about anyways.

Currently I have decided to fight a battle against being a control freak, at times a lil possesive, and having sore leg muscles from parting too hardy. I need to learn to love myself to be happy, and I think Im slowly starting to believe in me.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

enough about me, what about you?

DUB KITCHEN

BANNED!

Ok, so I am going to start banning myself from blogging when im drunk.

See, I try to be all introspective and shit.

Uggghg, but I end up sounding like a drunk rambling idiot, which at that moment, I probably am.

So, if you all want to amuse yourselves and read my stooooopid ramblings, then I will continue.

If not, I am Herby BANNING myself from Blogging Drunk,

oh and for my own amusement, heres a drunk kitten.

Its Friday and Im Hungry!

WElp,
Got a lil drunk last night,
made an obnoxious attempt at socializing
and now i want some food, so Heay!

Lovin this:

M.I.A

MORNIN!!!

GOOD MORNIN!

So,
I really want some waffle house,
and I really want to go on a road trip.

I am hoping that me and Jenny B can get away on our trip in August or September.
Our Destination:
TEXAS

We were talkin about Jenny B's mom, and we yelled "lets go see her!!!"
Therefore, we go to Texas.

So wish me luck! Tell my broke ass to save some money so I can actually make this shit happen. The Dub Kitchen isnt going to be playing any shows for about a month, so its the pefect time...

On an A.D.D. Tangent:
I think the Dub Kitchen might be traveling this Fall as well!
Possibly Memphis, Minnesota, and Chicago (with stops along the way)

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Thats me closing my eyes and wishing with all my might that this will in fact happen!

Try-Too-Hard Jenny

"Hey! Wanna Come over?"
"Oh, OK"
I got my pretty dress on and I've done
my hair up nice, with the curlin iron and stuff.
I put on eyeliner and my best blue shimmer eye glimmer.
Am I pretty? Is this Pretty?
Maybe if I will wear a dress you will answer the phone.
Did you get the voicemail I left you?
Maybe you havent checked it yet.
Ohhh, I've got to use the straightener on this
piece of bang.
Need some more lip gloss.
Thats too red,
Ill use this gold.
Thats too gold,
Ill use this Burgendy
Shit,
Now I look like whore.

Yum, a Cupcake
Ok, let me get that bronzer blush combo pact
Ill put it only on my apples to "maximize my cheeks"
as they say
gees, Im fat
I should just stop eating

mmmmmmm, ok

ready to GO!

you never got them

im different
highly different
and i cant help but
just try to fit the norm
when growin up
in the outer world,
where you strive to be T.V.
Where I was striving just to be.
I cant look back now, and say, "i got the shaft"
just like you believe
that our own destiny is in
you and me

they just didnt want you to see

Its not a Monday....

unless you see a lil borat...

YUMMY

guess what I get today

yumm yumm yumm,

i love it

Money: Root of all Evil

Need I say More?

So. F-ing. Tired....

so... having a kitten is fun and all...
but when its 5 am and you wanna play scratch
my neck grabbing at my necklace you can just go
piss off. honestly.

Enough with this Polly Pocket bullshit....

Ok,
let me first of all say, i hate drama.
i fucking hate it.

Live and let Live is the way I move
I treat people the way i want to be treated.
I am positive, optimistic and most of all
I want everyone to be happy.

If want to drag me into a soap opera,
let it be known that I will not play along.
I have included some drama for you below to get your fix,
so leave me alone.

If he was thrown in the TunderDome, he would of totally won...

Hey Monday....

FUCK YOU

A lil boo boo ba wi wa

Sun Faded Posters

I see your work, you wanted to promote yourself.

You see yourself on the walls of many stores, then you see yourself thrown to the side. While we try to buy, try to keep up with the times.
What we see on the Internet, MTV. Digital is the new distribution. yet,

Analog is a part of me.

It seems like we are running ourselves in circles. The smell of competition is thick in the air. Creativity in music and art has been smothered, and that's what the mainstream has been training us to do. Put your face on a poster. Put your body on the wall. The more you are seen the higher your status in this society. The more you can get us to gawk, the better. The more you can fool us of your beauty, the more you can gain. Overtime we will all lose interest.

We will remember that song that you promoted, and remember how much we hate it now since it was played every hour, on the hour. We will see that sun faded poster of yours on the old closed record store wall. Remember when it seemed like you were on top of it all?

I write music for me.

This is my outlet. This is what makes me happy.

I never want to be a part of the corporate fuckery.

Denying every part of you, for something they want you to be.

What they will get is your dignity, what you will get

is a sun faded memory.

KITTENS SMELL LIKE SHIT

sometimes they do,

sometimes they don't.

Ill let you know soon

When the Robot War hits, I hit the Ozarks...

Ima drunk bitch,

and my mind is creative

so i started thinkin bout robots

and I read an article

on how this one specific robot can replicate itself

shit

well

let me tell you

I love this place, MISSOURI
its pretty

in fact,

i was born and raised here,

yet I had to travel across the country to apprechiate what we have here,

so when the robots strike

Im headin southwest to

the OZARKS

I know, it may seem weird,

But

My family has deep roots here,

St. Louis

and the ozarks

Roques Histoy

Parks

The oldest Mountain range in the world.

the beautiful caves and scenery

I cannot compare
I will meet you there

To get away

we will be one day

My grandpa laughs as he tells me stories

of times past

of racing the car over gravel roads

to deliver a special cargo

But nowadays

when I go back

Everyone can fit in that crack

AND WE CAN HIDE FROM ROBOTS
HA HA HA HA HA A

So

Well Fuckity Fuck Im Drunk'
Im leaving it and I done CARE DAMMIT!
so
I was some nachos
some soda and a lil spinkles
can you compain?
nope
shut you hole
meagu

Hey Monday....

PISS OFF.

I dont feel like writing now, maybe later.

TORNADOS dont happen in the Corporate World

So while my broke ass was riding the train into work this afternoon,

St. Louis had a shitstorm positioning its self right over the city for a major t-bagging.

As I am wisked through the railroad tracks and industrial chaos

I imagine what it would be like to be on the train, and picked up by a tornado.

Just Think of it...It could be THAT bad, could it?

Well, At Least I wouldnt have to go to work today. Shit.

"Funnel of Death"

Photograph of a tornado in Kansas, taken less than a minute before it struck the point where the camera had stood.

Crazy Shit! So no, now I have changed my mind about being on the Train in this event.

So I finally arrive to my station, and troping up the street through the sheets of rain,

I hear the the blaring Tornado Warning Sirens. I guess you are supposed to take cover when one hears theses?

Well I just kept on walkin, gotta get to the 7th floor my building and out of this DAMN RAIN.

Once in the building, the lobby is filled with the nervousness of soccer moms and professional suits, wondering if the Tornado is going to finally lay waste to this sinkhole ridden mound.

Im just hoping to loose power so I am able to leave and go back home.

I push past all these folks, aboard the elevator (wondering the whole time if it will get stuck, so now Im in an elevator in a tornado. This is AWESOME)

and begin my peaceful day at work.

Hey Mom, Its the Rapture. I made it, you didn't...

So check this out...

youvebeenleftbehind.com provides data storage, and one of its best features;

a "Rapture" triggered email system to notify your loved ones that they have been

left behind.

I can see that shit now! You'll think your getting a funny video of a house fire or something from your grandpa, but instead it will be his way of telling your smart ass, "I told you so".

And you can get this piece of mind for a subscription of 40 bucks a year

(hey, it says it might actually get cheaper if more people sign up. Not Too Shab)

Speaking of Shab, that game is totally going on my moms Christmas list.

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24 going on 14

so some people get go to high school, graduate
say "it's the best times of your life!" ,
then repeat that same bullshit over again for the next four to ten years
of their lives in college. Add to that the sizable student loan debts
they have accumulated over the years and before they realize, the are
working some lame ass pretty polly pocket hop along bullshit.
Payin the Bills...

SHIT! Those People look like they are enjoying learning too much!

At my school I couldn't even throw away my dirty snot rag

without gettin bitchslapped.

Fancy Pants Idiot Child over here wants none of that apparently.

I want to lay around and run

and play!
No work!
Ugh, We all have these fantasies.

My behavior has seemed to digress back to when I
was a mere 14 years of age

Making movies with my friend Jenny B from school...
Taking ridiculous photos of ourselves acting like trolls.

Welllll...Jenny B and I still hang out,
and she is the best of friend,
also going on 14 years old.

(even though we both will be 25 this year)

and we get DRUUUUUUUNK!

The hilarity ensues &
We end up doing things like this....

and THIS...

But, "SO HEY!" As Jenny and I would say (mocking her grandma)

"because we like it!'

Summertime is St. Louis

It's Hot.

It's like 98% Humidity,

yet its not raining...

Welcome to Summertime in St. Louis, bitches.

I will be the first to say I love this Gritty Ole Bitch, but damn!

When she gets hot, she takes no mercy.

You can run and hide, try to jump in the Mississippi

but soon your fate will be like the ice cream cone.

So,

On another note, I made a blog.

I guess this means Ill write my to my lil hearts content now.

Perhaps inside in the climate controlled cool.

This is how I will beat the heat, sucka