Saturday, March 31, 2007

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Friday, March 30, 2007

Beer O'Clock

So it's the weekend. It has been one hell of a week. Busy Busy Busy.

I wasn't even able to say hi hi so some of my great co-workers. Well one of them seems to have a stick way up her butt or something doesn't even say good morning to me, more on that later.

Mmmm beer and working on cars. Now there's a match made for each other! Oh even better after work on a Friday. It was good. I helped change out some lights on an RV someone just got. It's a few years old, it is a 1976.

30 more days of work.

Damn, I can't remember what the hell I was wanting to blog about.

Had dinner tonight with my daddy. We had In-N-Out. Oh the BEST fast food burger in the world. Yup. And now beer.

The only thing I'm going to do this weekend is:

  1. Masturbate
  2. wash clothes
  3. eat
  4. Drink beer
  5. Mastubate
  6. watch some TV / movies
  7. sleep in
  8. stay up late
  9. Drink beer
  10. masturbate
  11. download porn
  12. masturbate
  13. drink beer
  14. find more food
  15. Go to work on Monday

That sounds about right for a single guy. We'll see what happens.

Work days

31 days left. Not that i'm counting or anything. Is it wrong to ask what the Fuck a supervisor does all day?

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Blogs on myspace.

I don't know why people do it. Why post a blog on myspace of all places. Why? Even more so why post a blog about one of your friends when they are on your friends list. Why blog about me!?

Ok no names, but I am going to quote the blog. First I'll give you some background story. We all love background stories, don't we?

Ok well as most of y'all know. I'm going to be moving in about 6 weeks. So, I wanted to go to Magic Mountain before I left with some of my friends. The park is 203 mi (about 3 hours 4 mins) away. It makes for a nice full day to drive there and back.

So far 2 friends are just about all set to go. Then I called the 4th one. Told her the what, where, when, who, and how. I'm keeping this simple and well for me. I want to do it. I don't have a lot of free weekends left 'till I go. I also didn't really think she would be up for going on the rides so she might not want to go. No biggie, life goes on.

Well One of my Friends that is going called me and asked if I seen her blog. Yup, it's about me. Here is it.

This is an actual situation that happened:

Got invited to go be a part of some crazy insane crap; sadly I have other junk going on that may make that difficult if not impossible. Sooooo I decided to tell the "planner" I needed some time to make a decision. The response that I got back was that I would be missed..... up until that first somewhat enjoyable, albeit idiotic, yahoo jump. Then it would be " what... you mean someones missing?!?"

What I am wondering is this:
What is the BEST way to kick the hell out of someone so
clueless they don't even know they are that way?

Yeah, I did say she would be missed if she didn't go. We all have been friends for years now. Since my college days. So, eh.

Ha! I thought about replying to her. But, I'll play nice and just talk about her behi.....I'm not even talking about her. This is what she said.

I'm still friends with her. It just seems kinda odd. I didn't really think of my self as clueless. Maybe just someone who doesn't care. No, I do care. Just set in my ways I guess. Not going to take the time to read between some lines to see what you are really saying.

It's simple: going or not going. Oh well.

I needed something good to blog about anyways. I've been going amuck with my Mobile posting.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007


This is my work area. So yeah.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


Anyone want some nut butter?


My puppy

Monday, March 26, 2007

So I get this phone call at work

It's from my brother. The youngest brother. He asked me if I could do him a favor. I hate it when he says that. So I said "sure, what ever" well something like it.

He asked me if I could come home and take my dog in to have him put down.

Well back that train the fuck up!

Oh and this was around 3:45pm, I get off at 5:00.

So, I called my mom to see what was up. My dad too.

Personally, I'm not to keen on putting animals down. More of a let nature take it's course type of guy. Unless it's well....bad. That's all I'll say about that. But, I am pro choice. I remember giving a speech back in my college days on the subject of euthanasia. I fucking rocked that speech. I even dressed up. Had a white long sleeved shirt on with a red tie, I believe. Yeah, I got an "A" on that speech.

So I leave work about 30 min early. So I could get home a lil faster. I also thought that my doggie was worth the $8 that I'd lose for leaving early.

So, I don't know just how old he is. He has got to be in the upper teens. 16 or 17 would be my guess. He's been an outside dog, farm dog, inside dog. He's been around. So, his day is coming. It's just going to happen, fact of life...or death (but that's a much darker way of looking at it;) ).

So I came home, and seeing that he can't hear me all that well. It took a few secs for him to come out of what ever he was doing. I got him some water. He seems fine...well as fine as an old dog. His days are numbered. I even went and got him some canned dog food. You know that whole last meal deal :P

And now for the morbid look at it. I could take him to the vet. But I'm sure they wont do it out of the goodness of their heart. I got NO extra money for anything. And he is old. So after talking to my mom and dad, he is going to stay here. Where he is home. This way he can be around the other dogs the he knows. I'm not too sure how much that mean in doggie world, but I would think it means something.

Shit, in a few weeks I'm going to have to give up my cats. Well I got homes for them, but still. It's not the same. At the same time I know I can't have them. If I go out on a ship for a month at a time, what are they going to do? It just wont work out. Kind of a bummer.

I guess I could always find me a girl or something. One that could find their own food. One that could brush her self would be nice too.

I got some pictures of him. I'll put them up tomorrow.

Lunch time

Yay lunch while out driving around.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Oil change

Bogging while i get my oil changed. Why because i can. ;)

Plan for today.

  1. Clean out my car
  2. change my oil
  3. get car washed inside and out
  4. Pick up friend
  5. Go to friends house
  6. eat tri tip
  7. drink redbull and vodka
  8. sleep
  9. Wake up Sunday

Well I guess we'll see how this work out. I need to go start on number one now.

Fun at wal-mart

New hat or not?

Well I'm home

Ate at applebees. Oh my the steak was great!
Watched 300. Great movie!
Good night kiss
Dropped her off at someone elses house and had her walk home :P (just kiddin')

and now sleep.

Friday, March 23, 2007

go go go!

busy busy busy!

It seems like I'm going to be busy all weekend. Not really a bad thing, I just happen to really like my do nothing time.

Going out tonight. Got plans for tomorrow night. I still got to change my oil and clean out my car. Wash clothes. That is something I didn't do last weekend, so yeah, I'm starting to run out.

So yeah, I don't know how much I'll be bloggin.

You know I got all this and still need time to watch porn :P

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Humm Beard or no beard

So right now I am doing the beard thing. 'Cause well I want to. Not the whole mountain man beard, just something nice and trimmed. mmmm trimmed.

But now I'm kinda thinking of just going for the smooth look again. Just to change it up some.

I know there was something else I wanted to blog about. I'm sure it had to do about work some and some of the lametards that call them self management. So I guess nothing is lost.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Short Cuts

There is this guy at work. He just irks me to no end sometimes. He is all about doing any job faster. Even if it isn't done right, but look good when he leaves the job site.

Me on the other hand. I'll take the extra two or three min to get the job done to the best of my skills so I wouldn't have to come and do it again in a month or what ever. Then there is this guy (I'll call him, stories with no names suck) Rodderick, he is just like (damn need to find a name for the first "this guy" umm) Mikro.

This tends to bug me more when it affects me. This afternoon Mikro was on the fork lift making some room in my part of the warehouse. So he was some of the pallets up on the racks. About 10 feet off the ground. Only I need to be able to see what is on those pallets for the jobs going out to be installed. Well now I can't see them. I asked them to get some paper and tape the number to the side so I could see it from the ground. Nope, didn't happen. Now I, or who ever is looking for them, has to get a ladder out and go up and down until they find what they are looking for.

Yeah.....That makes it easier for me....Thanks Mikro.

My Theory

Wait no, My Conclusion.

Wait better yet...

My Hypothesis!

yeah, that's it. Is this.

Females who drive trucks or Jeeps are hotter than the average female.

That is all.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I'm not paying that much

So on the way home I was trying to think of what I wanted to eat for dinner. Seeing that I had nothing at home, that wasn't going to work out too well for me. So the thought of pizza came to mind. Beer? and beer does go real well good together.

So there I was. I was one of "them". The ones on the freeway talking on their cell phone. I ordered pizza at just the right time so that I should be able to just go in on my way home and pick it up. Oh and the beer.

I call and I get this, "Thanks for calling. Please hold." Gee like I get much of a choice.

...crappy music.....
...holding on to what?...

Ok, three min goes by and I hang up. That is just too long to be on hole while driving home for pizza. Then call back.

"Thanks for calling. Please hold."
"Nope, I already been on hold for 5 min."
"sorry about that I'm real busy."
(puts me on hold)
...about 2 sec later...
(someone else picks up the line)
blah blah blah I give her my order.
Medium one topping and an order of chicken kickers.
My total is $18 and change. Fain enough, it'll be ready in 15-20 min. Sweet that will work out just fine.

(15-20 min later)
I find a place to park. go inside and find out that it's not ready yet. No biggie, it happens. So I'm just standing around waiting. They tell me two more min, so I go out to my car and get my phone. Still no biggie. But while I'm standing around I take a look at the menu. Well number 2 is a large one topping with chicken kickers for $16. Well holy flying fuck batman! Lets see what we got here:

  • Med one topping and chicken kickers -- $18
  • Large one topping and chicken kickers -- $16

Does that look right to you?

I didn't think so.

So with me being the ass that I can be. I'm not paying $18 for my mean anymore.

(two min later)

I get my pizza, and she tells me that I owe you $18.

I ask why the larger pizza is cheaper.

"well the large is on special"
"It's not that hard to tell me that the large is cheaper over the phone" (as a make a phone out of my thumb and pinkie because I'm smooth like that)
"well do you want to cancel your order?"

(now I know they can't reuse this food, 'cause it's already made and all that good stuff. I'll just go down to pizza hut or something. Again no biggie)

"yeah, or charge me the $16"

Total cost was $16.27

Pizza + Chicken + beer = best bachelor dinner in the world!

Post from work

Now that i can post blogs from work i think there will be more random crap like this.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Boat racin weekend

Oh it is soooo much fun. I'm going to miss it. Things might work out where I get to go to one more race.

Damn, now I can't think of everything I wanted to say. Well....type.

Oh I did get a complement today at work. One of the girls said I looked different. Now I know what you're thinking, different isn't always good...So I asked, "different in a good way or not?" she said "good" so I said thanks and went on with my rockin' day.

I came to this conclusion. I am good every day of the week at work, but Tuesdays. Here's why.

  • Monday is good because I've had all weekend to forget about the weekend.
  • Tuesday..well eh.
  • Wednesday is hump day, how can that be bad?
  • Thursday we get doughnuts
  •'s freaking Friday, and I got a 50 / 50 chance of it being payday too!

That means that I just have to call in sick on Tuesdays. And guess what tomorrow is. Bah! Wo0t for overtime. It would be nice to live 2.64 miles from where I work.


So I got off my lazy butt. Well, ok from that last photo I was sitting down, on the job, so sue me!

I got my mobile blogging working. Now I can mess around at work and have proof!

schweet. I guess I should post a little something up about my weekend.

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Me hard at work

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Boat racing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, so this weekend is the start of boat racing! weeeeeeee yay woohoo. Only, the water is going to be so fuckin' cold. All that snow melt water.

Ok at lunch in the warehouse with a few co workers.

well the simple version to my store is this:

I slapped a chica in the eyeball with my meat.

Ok, the long version is a little different.

Well so this girl at work went to savemart to get her salad for lunch. She also got some ham sliced. Innocent enough, right?

Well while I was eating my teriyaki chicken bowl she thought she would offer me some ham. Well in the act of asking me if I wanted some ham, since I was sitting next to her, she ended up getting it a little too close to my face. It kinda touched my face.

What did I do about that? Oh I just said the first thing that came to mind...

"You may like getting meat slapped on your face, but I don't really care that much for it."

Oh man...that was just great!

(it is always great to get even too)

So later in the lunch. I ended up rolling up my meat (I said the word "meat" a lot today at lunch as you can tell) and smacking you in the face with my meat! Ha! take that! Oh yeah and I might have kinda almost slapped her in the eye with my meat. it happens.

Oh and she is getting married in about a month. Guess I shouldn't be slappin' her with my meat then

Other than that.....BOAT RACING!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

A little oops

This morning I was working real hard. In doing so I was hanging out in the warehouse (Where house? There house!) We were talking about Josie and about people just fucking up their jobs. That is when we came to the conclusion that if you were to fuck up, might as well just man up to it.

...a little later that afternoon...

I was installing some blinds in a new home. They were left out for one reason or another. So there I was. Taking my time not to take too much time ;). Put the boxes by the windows. Opened up the box and started installing the hardware. Simple enough right. Oh wait...I got the ladder and opened that up next to the window. Then I installed the hardware.

So there I was installing the hardware... just kidding.

I get off the ladder to move it to the other side. That's when I see....IT. You know the IT you don't like to see. You know that little "this is not a step" thingy for a paint bucket or a drill or even a place for you shoe while you stand on it to reach a few more inches so you don't have to move the ladder and do the job right. yeah...that one. Well I guess it was too close to the window sill and might have just knocked some of the plaster junk off so there was a 3 inch wide by about 5/16 of an inch tall. That area was just metal no paint or anything. That was all on the carpet.

At first I thought about just cleaning up and walkin' away and leave it for someone else. hey! I'm only human. Then I thought about it. The superintendent has already walked the house. He knows that we have to come out and get the job done. He knows that wasn't there before.

So I called my window covering supervisor. Ya know...Professor X. And that convo went a little something like this:

"Hey man, I made a little oops."
"what happened?"
"well, I knocked some of the plaster drywall stuff off the window sill area"
"you mean on the frame area?"
"Well, maybe you should leave the blind on the floor so they can fix it."
"No, it's on the bottom. They can lift it up to fix it."
"Oh. Well thanks for telling me...We didn't see anything."
"Roger that..."

Holy fuck, we didn't see anything? He didn't ask how big of an area or anything. Just we didn't see it?! That's fucking crazy. It's not like I broke a ceramic tile while nailing down some tact strip. Or crack that SAME tile twice by two different people after it was fixed the first time.

This is just a simple retexture and paint. Simple.

It just tossed me for a loop...we didn't see anything. What an idiot.

oh on other news. I got a cat brush. You know for my cat.

Monday, March 12, 2007

What to blog?

Well I don't really have anything on my mind to blog about. Got some lame lil things, but what fun is that?

Or I could just say that two months from tomorrow I'll be driving down to long beach. Ok, now that thought did keep a smile on my face for a good part of the day. I just hope that the boss man is on top of giving me my one year review. If he is, that means I should get it the day before I quit! wo0t!

It'll go a little something like this:

"Now here umm Josh umm well you did an ok job....well umm...ahhh....umm....then I think I had to give you the PIMP smack a time or two to ummm (lol I said too toooooo) keep you in ummmmmmm track...."

Well that's how I picture it going anyways!

Oh! I need ice cream!

I can't even find anything fun to do right now. I am just sitting here bored out of my mind. Oh I could always watch some porn :o

Now, what fun would that be? I might go blind after all.

It also hasn't been much fun playing my game right now.


I dunno wanna!

If I go to sleep. That just means that I'll have to go to work sooner!

Oh yeah. 2 more freaking months! That's it. Eight weeks. Four pay days. I can't wait! And there still is so much I have to get in order for my school.

but I guess I should get some sleep.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Pictures or it doesn't count!

Ok so I was going through some old paper work I have had in a box for a long ass time. Well just about 2 years I would guess. I found some pictures. Some pictures that my mom sent to me when I first got to my base.

This picture was taken in Gulfport, Mississippi. In the summer of 2002. I can't remember what part of the Tech school I was in, but that is where I was at. It is also one of the few pictures that I have of me in uniform.

I just wanted to share this with y'all.

Suicidal thoughts

No, I don't have any of those. But, I'd be a liar if I said I never did. I think most people get to that point sometime in their life. Where they think how much easier it would be if they just ended it now. To make all their pain go away. To have the choice of how to do it. Will your friends remember you? Parents?

Ok , so this is getting a little dark.

I do have a point, kinda, with all this. It is almost a part 2 of My Story.

So while I was going around and around with my 1st Sergeant. There was this other lady, about a week behind me in the whole getting out of the military deal. We've talked in the hall way. She also stayed in the same dorms as my self. She was an odd little cookie, not sure what she did though that got her to that point. Anyways.

A few weeks after I got out of the military, maybe it was months. I called a buddy of mine at the shop I used to work in. Well, we talk about what has been going on. Where I'm working at now. Things like that. Well I come to find out that she drove her car off a bridge or something. What ever it was, I guess she couldn't take it anymore. Thought she had no place to go. Who knows. She ended it all.

I on the other hand. Think I am a much stronger person for going through what I did. If that didn't bring me down, well ok it did. What I'm getting at, I'm still here. And one way or another I am going to make something of my self. Military or not.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Which 80's Movie Character Are you?

Which 80's Movie Character Are you?

You are Grace, the Principal's Secretary from Ferris Beuller's day off. You might think tha's weird or twisted, but think about this... she's the only one who actually tells off Ed Roonie to his face. She's wicked cool... and has a never ending supply of pens in her hair.
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My Story.

Story Time.

This story is going to skip a lot of the well...story. I'm going right to the end. This story took place over 12 months, you got the last week or so. Oh yeah, this all took place while I was in the Military.

The date: Feb / Mar 2005

I don't really know how to put all of this out here on this screen. It is a story about my character.
I can still remember the 3 worst days in my life. They were bad ones. two were planned one wasn't.

Starting this start with out the background is hard. I want people to be able to understand, but I don't think it's going to come across that well.

It is Super Bowl Sunday 2005. That is the first day back on base for about 4 months. I remember not being able to find my ID card, so we had to stop and get me a pass. I did find it later on when I got to my dorm room and emptied out my bags o' junk. It did feel good to be back, even if it wasn't my room. By this time my truck ('03 green S-10) was back here in Cali.

Anyways, later on that day I went down to the e-club to watch the game at the lil super bowl party they had going on. I had some beer. Called some friends, told them why I seemed to have fallen off the face of this planet. That was fun.

They didn't have me go back to work with my shop. To this day I still don't understand the reason for that. But, whatever. I liked what they had me doing better. I had time to eat breakfast, walk to work in the rain (I didn't mind at all), and drive around in one of those 4 x 6 Gator thingys. Now that was fun. Driving across the grass, in the mud, and just messing around during the day.

So it comes down to one person. One person with my career in his hands. That person would be the 4th Fighter Wing commander Col. Mike Holmes. Yes, a wing commander. The highest ranking person on base. In charge of almost 100 F-15s. Me. And everything else on base. He was the person that my job, dream (funny how people have used that word to me in the past few days.), plan, life, and just everything I wanted (or so I thought) to be.

That's a lot of power that one person has over me. But that is why he makes the big bucks and I don't.

I do have a right to send a package up telling him why I think I should stay in. Well fuck, this is MY life. I don't want some package to tell everything I want. I want to be there, I want to tell him face to face, I have no right to that. That's right folks, this is lil or E-nothing me wanting to go up face to face with the O-7 (I think) Wing Commander. How's that for a tall order.

First I talked to my 1st sergeant (that link will tell you about what a 1st Sergeant is). Who told me I should ask the defence people. I called, the paralegal chica said it can't be done. That it was in the Air Force instruction (AFI). Well humm...It can't be done, eh. So I called the 1st Sergeant back. I told him that I want to do it.

Heck, the defence people just give advice, that's the way I seen it. So, I took it and did my own thing with it. I filed it away in a filing cabinet. Light that filing cabinet on fire. Then I pushed it off a huge fucking cliff! That was all she wrote.

Now keep in mind he could easily just say "yeah you know uh" to me. As I got nothing giving me the right to a face to face meeting.

Funny thing is. My 1st Sergeant who was in for 22 years or so has never seen anyone ask, let alone do, anything like I am asking. And I'm doing it with such passion, such desire. That if anyone was going to beat the odds, it was going to fucking be me!

Well I don't just get to go up to the base commander and say "yo..what's up hommie..." First step it to talk to the Command chief Master Sergeant (more info here). That is the highest ranking enlisted person on base. You could call him the Commanders right hand man type of deal.

So I got the date and time to talk to he Chief. Holy cow, talk about freaking out. I'm about to do something that just about no body does. Walking back and forth. Making sure my uniform was just perfect, no strings hanging or anything. I even got an index card of the things I want to make sure I say. I remember waiting int he hall way out side of his office. Waiting to be called in. Just breathing. Not knowing what was going to come out of it. Not knowing what he was going to say. So many unknowns.

(damn I'm getting tried of typing this book now...)

So that meeting goes well. I say my story, then he replies with what he things. I can't really remember what all he, or I, said. But it did end good, or so I thought. He said something if having only a little hope could be a bad thing. There was a 99.9% chance of this thing going as planned no matter what I say or do. So I was reaching for anything and everything.

So yeah, I was having to sell my self. Sell who I was and who I wasn't. show to them that I was more than what I was on paper.

(ha, I still need to do my taxes)

Well as some point in time the Chief and Commander have their little meeting.

Well he is going to see me! Holy cow! That is just an unreal feeling. I get the chance to do what I've been wanting to do. I get so talk face to face to the wing commander. Talk about having some big balls ;)

Ok, so that feeling that I had to talk with the Chief. Yeah that was nothing compared to what I was going through now.

So I get to talk to him. I first meet up with the Chief, his office is just down the hall. He tells me what I need to know, what I need to do.

I go in the Commanders office. "Sir, Airman B. reports..." Now this is the formal military shit you see on TV. Well, more or less. This is the only time I salute indoors.

Well I got my meeting. The chance to say my peace, I guess you could say. I guess I made him think about it. It did take, what seemed like, forever to get back with an answer. That answer was...

I remember that phone call very well. March 26,2005. I was in my shop. I remember what I said to my shop NCO and the others around. Who were of course behind me in all this. "that's it, I'm out."

I had three days to get out of the military.

March 29, 2005. I got my last meal (well going away lunch), then changed clothes and left for the airport. I remember that drive so well. What we talked about. Just looking at everything alone the freeway for one last time.

Sooooo Tired

I get home from work. Take my shoes off. Then nothing. I got a friend I need to call about plans this weekendish. It is just no fun to talk on the phone while trying to keep my eyes open. No point in taking a nap, 'cause I willn't (hey, I can type that if I wanna :P ) be able to sleep tonight.

Heck, I get home around 5:40 if I don't stop any place. Never mind the fact that I had to leave my house at 5:20am. So, that leaves me with 4 or 5 hours to do everything that I want to and still get some zonin' out time in.

Heck, I'll be working 12 hours shifts as a diver. But, there I'll be living on a boat or so. No place to go. No place to spend my money.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Keep on moving.

Nothing to see here.

I kind of want to blog but don't know about what.

Kind of want to blog about my El camino but at the same time, I'll have lots of time to do that.

I'm not in a bad mood or anything. Not really even in a mood. Is there an anti-mood?

Well I guess I'm going to eat some chips and dip then get my game on.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

March 29th, 2007

On that day it will be two years since I got out of the Air Force. So, with that going on in my head I've been wanting to blog. I have also been looking for reasons to not blog.

There is a story that I want to post here. At the same time, I don't want to. I guess it's hard to understand.

It's a story that doesn't really end well. It gets way to close to...well me. I got friends that don't even know that much about me.So I don't know. Maybe I'll just blog about blogging about it. That might just get it out of my system.

I just don't know. two years is a long time. At the same time it goes by in the blink of a eye.

Today I had to call the tow truck out two times for my El Camino. So it just wasn't my day. The first time was because I locked the keys in, well about a month ago I did. I just now went down to my Grammy's to take it for a drive. The weather outside was just great!

So, he gets the keys out. It doesn't take him 5 min to open the door. Nice having the right tools. So I start it up for the driver, he asked if I could. We talked about it some. I chill at my grammy's for awhile, then take off. Well, I get on the freeway, and something just doesn't feel right. This is about 15-20 miles into my 45 mile drive back home.

I get off the freeway and at the first stop light, my car dies. That's never good. Oh yeah, and it wouldn't start back up. Super Duper! So I was just waiting for someone to see the green light, but not see me. Then run right into me. I've seen that happen before. Lets fast forward some. So get a tow back home, 16 miles. It cost $89 but I shall be reimbursed via my insurance.

Maybe it's just the amount of money I've been putting out these past two weeks. I bet that has something to do with being bummed out.

Damn, I've changed so much just in the past year (I went to re-read some posts from March 2006). I hope it for the better. I guess it's a good thing I wasn't posting in March 2005, I don't think those would have to be read by adults only. I still remember that day. The trip the the air port. The lunch. Saying Good bye. All of it. I don't want to forget it, but it also doesn't bring that warm fuzzy feeling.


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