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The List

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I have a list of things I need to do more of, and that list looks like this: 1.) photography walk-abouts 2.) read novels 3.) exercise 4.) write short stories 5.) remember birthdays 6.) be happier 7.) save money 8.) drink more water 9.) drink less liquor 10.) finish watching Battlestar Galactica 11.) build dvd shelves There is nothing wrong with this list, it's easily achievable. All I gotta do is focus on #9 and the rest is easy! Haha, speaking of which.. I bought a 7 dollar bottle of Mojito mixer to accompany my fifth of Monopolowa Vodka and let me tell you... yum! I like 'em. I've been knocking back Gin & Tonics for so long I forgot how tasty other drinks can be. Now, let's discuss #2 on the list. I recently started reading a book that I think is going to be eye opening. I'm only on chapter 2 and already I'm discovering some very intriguing things about the many varying factors of what creates successful people. The book I'm reading is:

Love Letter (short story)

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"I'm so hungry right now I could eat my right arm and possibly part of the left." Edgar thought as he staggered along the sidewalk that joined Center Street. It was a typical Saturday night in Salem, wet and unyielding, a displeasure to the senses. The entire consciousness of the planet spoke to him as he walked on, buzzed by a local home brew offered to him earlier that night. Just ahead a cat darted out from behind a dumpster and tore off across the street, nearly flattened by oncoming traffic. Edgar watched as a blue Nissan skidded slightly in response to the instinctive (but wrong) brake tapping on wet roads. The driver, unaware of the proper actions associated with safe driving, freaked out from the sudden loss of control and over-corrected by steering sharply to the right, which sent the sedan bouncing onto the sidewalk and into a United States Post Office mailbox. You know, one of those big blue ones, sturdy steel bolted four inches into the concrete. "J

Mercury Rising

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It didn't take long for things to heat up in Salem, wow! And boy is it hot in my upstairs half of this old house. I'm telling ya, just sitting still produces sweat. It's miserable, like over 100 degrees of misery inside and around 82 degrees outside. I have quickly figured out that living here through the summer will be impossible without one of those portable AC units. I've already price checked them and I'm looking at 400 bucks for one that will properly fend off the invasive heat. My plan is to resell the sofa and love seat (hopefully over the weekend to a coworker) and use the money to buy the AC. It's so hot I'm falling asleep while typing this. I have a box fan situated about 8 feet away and it feels like a dog panting on me. There are zero shade trees here and the sun is baking this house from the outside in. I am being cooked. Here's the furniture set that I bought and can't use: Pretty nice, huh? It's gonna look great in someone else&

New Path

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new path by Mick Tomlinson and so I wonder as I sit there pounding out my feelings ten syllables at a time, elbows dug into armrests, thoughts dropping like acid. she is a nice lady, she studied overseas where gold kept a country out of war, where Jung sought new areas to explore. these will be the days these will be the days the scent of a chemical toilet, that's the smell of self discovery. I'm diving in deep, I am thin and filthy and full of secrets, I'm trying to get clean. across from me she listens intently, constantly scribbling little mysteries into her notebook. she is thin and pretty and full of secrets- I'm one of them. I've got raisins in my pocket for the dog next door, the one that never bites, but looks stupidly up at trees, waiting for birds to fly. he prefers raisins over dog food, which is good because I can't stand the smell of dog food-flavored pockets. the only thing worse, maybe, is the smell of a chemical toilet.

DT Baby!

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I got pulled for a random U.A. at work today, balls. Now, before I tell you why this drug test turned into a big deal I'll begin by saying that once upon a time I used to sweat these kind of tests for real. Yes, ladies and gentlefuckers, I used to smoke weed. A lot. It seems like forever and a day ago since the last time I blazed up, but I used to smoke copious amounts of bud every single day. The heck, I used to buy so much that I'd sell bags to my friends. I guess that sort of means I used to be a drug dealer too, imagine that. I'm pretty sure this revelation would blow the minds of my current coworkers, I have a feeling none of them have even been into a fist fight, and here I come along, Mr. Rebel Without A Cause, here to disrupt their good senses with my hard elbow to the throat of society. Sometimes I wonder what they really think about me. Wow, how was that for a derail of thought? Ok, back to my story. So I got selected to piss into a cup after work today. Hey, no

Host With The Most

I'm a little disappointed that I wasn't able to get my new furniture moved in beforehand. I scored an amazing deal on a sofa and love seat off of Craigslist. A rich family in South Salem purchased a $3,600 living room set not too long ago and it just so happens their son is allergic to down, so they decided to sell the set dirt cheap: $600. I looked at the pictures and I couldn't believe they were really selling them for so little, so I emailed the guy and low-balled him to 550, lol. Yesterday I was supposed to meet him at noon with the money, but I ran into a problem- my bank ATM would only allow me to get 500 bucks out. After that I was denied withdraws from every bank ATM. So I showed up at his house and explained the situation. He was really nice about it and let me put a cash deposit down (with a written receipt) and is holding it until Monday. I'll take new pictures of my place once I get the new furniture moved in. It's almost 1 o'clock and my friend w

Epsom Rescue 101

Last week was partly shitty with scattered fun throughout. My work week started off rather badly and gradually worsened, here's why. On Monday I was scheduled to do deliveries, and for those of you not in the bizz, that means I drove around in a pick-up truck with a trailer delivering (or bringing in) garbage cans (etc) to customers. On one of my stops I was supposed to bring in a 1 yard container that a customer no longer needed. Well the damn thing was completely full of garbage and it weighed more than John & Kate plus 8's entire family combined, including pets. Being the stubborn individual that I am, I attempted to wheel it onto the trailer fully loaded (instead of waiting for my co-worker to empty it first). Bad idea. During my second attempt I felt my lower back muscle tighten into a knot and frown. It was mad at me, but the feeling was mutual. It was all my fault though, I should definitely work out more. Throughout the rest of the week I had to drive around in a

New Place

new place by Mick Tomlinson I'm in this new place now surrounded by clocks and bricks and mortar and time, all falling apart while looking good in the process. they built it up just so they could watch it go down, and in the meantime I will come here Mon-Thurs like a puppy to the puddle to play and all the others will come here too. we will dance on fire center stage, we will bastardize the microphone, we will fuck the Wives of the Willamette (WOW!) and sit very quietly afterwards. all of this is meaningless unless of course you're me sitting here in this seamless dream waiting for someone to shake you awake, waiting for the table to crash under the weight of two ancient elbows. you see, I'm in this new place now wondering when it will happen.