The trapeze act was wonderful. Friday, January 08, 2010. The trapeze act was wonderful.

I am at ease and at home on a track that I know not and restless and lost on a road that I know. Saturday, January 14, 2006. I get to finally have a few minutes at home, on this cold, windy, gray day. I really have nothing personally amusing to write about, unless you want to hear me bitch and moan about work and more work, so thought that I would post this most helpful chart that I snitched from a message board that I frequent. Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspec.

A number of things have pissed me off today. Now none of my trousers fit.

Hide your bad habits underneath the patio. Two days in a row. and the world stands still. what could possibly be happening? Twice in 24 hours; it seems a bit excessive. It seemed so easy, yet lending sound to these thoughts would obviously be anything but simple. torments, little uncertainties, questions facilitated by this lack of closure. to speak would erase this restlessness and return me again to some better mindless sleep.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006. A small post for now. WARNING, I AM GOING TO USE PROFANITY IN THIS POST. For calling me and making me cry. He knows I am going to find someone else and be happy someday. For telling me he does it because he still wants to hear my voice everyday.

Saturday, October 29, 2005. We worked opposing shifts and never got to see each other. After a month of being here he was diagnosed with a very rare, very aggressive and nearly untreatable cancer. I had hardly spoken to him as a man. This kid committed the most selfish of acts. One where the individual only sees how they feel.

There is no conflict of interests among men who do not desire the unearned, who do not make sacrifices nor accept them, who deal with one another as traders, giving value. Tuesday, April 17, 2007.

Eye for an i! I see through the eyes of a very small child. I see through the eyes of lonely soul. I see through the eyes of a forgotten lover. I see through the eyes of a true friend. In all that I see, I filter these visions. Only leaving me blinded by a light of hate. Wednesday, July 27, 2005. 3 energy drinks, pepto-bismol, a man that looked like Freakshow from Harold and Kumar, the middle of the desert. Vegas or Bust! This was the longest ride of my life. I love you Martini! A tribute.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Tuesday, August 30, 2005. Posted by Chapparitas in the c.