Reaching back.....

I haven't done any rhyming stuff in years, but I can't think of anything else to do. I kind of want you to hate it even though it isn't written yet. I guess that could be yet another reason to see a therapist. Anyways....




Life is a tremendous thing to behold
It throws you here and there
Grasping for ground, grasping for air
Feet always searching a hold

It tosses you up, and rapidly down
Gives some good, and then some bad
A little happy, a little sad
Soon your feet find the ground

You start to grow, then age
You get beyond the past
The partying won't last
You finally have to turn the page

You think of husband or a wife
The drink loses it's hold
The smoke kinda gets old
You start to want a real life.

I think of all these thoughts
Of moving on in life
Of avoiding all the strife
Of connecting all the dots

Some day it might be so
Some day I'll know what's right
Some day I might see the light
Some day it might be so

But with a soul this corrupt
I wouldn't get your hopes up.

-B-

12 Good Ones.....

It's been an interesting day. I'm up for trying something new, so let's do this in a time-line fashion....

3:24pm: Wake up, groggy, confused. DVR'd ATHF repeating itself. Drainage time!

4:00pm: Watching TV.

6:45pm: Still watching TV, but agreeing to help Roomie work on his car.

7:30pm: Still working on Roomie's car, slight tinge of regret for offering.

10:15pm: Still fixing the car, went with a "Lehi Solution," (which basically means bypassing anything that you don't understand.) Problem solved. I can't claim credit, though I want to, because he thought of it first.

11:00pm: Head out for some fun.

1:15am: Find out the cook at the bar went to Jr High with me. Mind is officially boggled.

1:16-2:15am: Re-telling of old stories with newfound old friend.

2:20-2:45: Ride home.

2:45 to present: Reflection on the day.... Thoughts of the day went in this order: "Sweet, finally caught up on my DVR'd stuff."
"Learning how to work on Asian import cars is cool!"
"Working on Asian Import cars sucks ass!"
"Crap.... I'm bleeding."
"WooHoo, we fixed the car, working on imports is cool again."
"Lets go out and enjoy the night off"
"Crap, finger is bleeding again."
"Yessir, I would like another."
"Dammit, wont this thing just heal and stop gushing?"
"Shots? Sure!"
"If this any type of a normal day for me, Life ain't so bad."

And possibly the worst thought of the night happened next....

"Damn, I really want to write about this stuff...."


Maybe I didn't meet any hot chicks, or get offered a high paying job, didn't win the lottery, was fully clothed the whole time, and I ended up spending the night playing on the Unholy Internet as usual. Who cares? As far as life goes... That was a damned good 12 hrs. Watched TV, worked on a car, and hung out with friends. The only thing that was missing was video games, but I covered that before I went to sleep in the morning.

Hey, I'm a single dude, this is seriously about as good as it gets. The only way it could've been better is if there was tacos or bacon involved. Of course a hot chick would've been cool too.

Today was a good day.

Goodnight / Good Day / Whatever...

-B-


"Today I didn't even have to use my AK, I got to say it was a good day" -- Ice Cube

-Love the stuff, hate the stuff, or even just tolerate it.... Let me know.-

Marriage, why?

I'm one of those few people that actually understand the true concept of marriage. Yes, I understand wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone. I have met some people that I feel that way about. Unfortunately it didn't happen. What I don't understand is people getting married in the midst of a whirlwind romance, and then divorcing after their first real argument. Irreconcilable differences and such. Whatever happened to knowing what you wanted, and fighting to keep it. Arguments happen, differences of opinion happen. Fight through it. Accept the bad with the good.

Or you could just not let yourself believe that temporary lust and desire is the same as the theoretical feeling of love. You have to remember the stages of attraction. I will list them here.

1. Attracted
2. I'd Hit it
3. I'd date it
4. I'd buy jewelry
5. I have to have it forever.

If your feelings aren't registered around #5, then you shouldn't even think about getting married. Marriage is forever. Even if you get divorced, its on the record that you'd been married before. In my opinion, I say make it a one time deal. Know when you want it, and work through the good and the bad.

I'm done....

Goodnight/ good day/ go away.

-B-

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia." ~Charles Schulz

Wait.... What?!?

So, let me get this straight.... There are websites that exist solely to help people find someone to have an extramarital affair with? Seriously? And they are advertising on TV and in magazines? And these businesses are highly profitable to the extent of making millions?

Ok, the last question was a waste of typing since I can totally understand the profitability of offering adulterous sex nowadays. Being able to set it up at home, online, and not having to deal with the complications of going to a bar, or the possible harassment suits with attempting something at work. But does this make it right? No.

I'm not completely innocent in situations such as this, since I have strayed in the past, but I'll still say it isn't right. If you are unhappy enough to search for pleasure elsewhere, just end your current situation and move on.

I've heard the argument that you can have love with one, and pleasure with another. I call Bullshit on that one. My understanding of the theoretical relationship style emotion of love is the want and desire of one person and no-one else. As in; that is the only person you ever want to be with, physically, and emotionally. I've never experienced it, so I don't know, but that seems like a good description. If you feel strongly enough for someone to devote the rest of your life to them, then stick with it. If somewhere along the line, you realize it's not that great, then end it. Apparently that love you feel isn't the devotion kind, it's just the friend kind.

And please.... Do not even start with the "My hubby/wifey isn't as good looking as they were when we got married." or "I'm not physically attracted to them anymore." Grow up. We all age. Yeah, the majority of the time, a woman isn't going to have the same body she had before she had kids. And most dudes won't have their high school bodies all their lives. It's called aging. It happens. Deal with it.

Which brings me to my final point.

In my opinion, anyone who is willing to sleep with someone they know is married, is probably only after the benefits. Rich married dudes, and rich married chicks tend to shower their love-toys with gifts. Which kind of counts as payment. In other words, I think they're all sort of whores in a way. Man-whores, she-whores, whatever.

In summation: I hate the fact that society has degraded to the point where adultery is now being advertised on TV. What's next? Professional kidnappers or hitmen advertising on billboards? We're in a downward spiral, and I fear we've got a long way to go before it corrects itself.

I'm Done...

Goodnight / Good Day / Good Luck (you're gonna need it.)

-B-

"A vasectomy means never having to say you're sorry." -- Unknown

Bacon, Gasoline and Football.....

I doubt any of the things in the title will be mentioned, but as I've learned from the music today, the title doesn't have to have any correlation to the content. In fact; I could just write up a bunch of lines that have no business being together, as long as they rhyme. Music was so much better back when each song told a story. But I digress....

As strange and unlikely as it may sound, I was actually subjected to a moment of deep thought and contemplation while watching an episode of "Futurama." I know, deep thought and a show that may actually lower your IQ should never be related in any way, but somehow they were....

Synopsis: Two humanoids are on a planet populated by robots that hate humans, and they are dressed up as robots to avoid detection. They come upon a checkpoint where two giant robots ask them this test question: "Which of the following would you most prefer: A- A puppy, B- A pretty flower from your sweetie, or C- A large properly formatted data file?"

Sadly enough, the only thing that sounded interesting to me was C. Pets cost money and cause headaches. I'm a heterosexual dude, so the flower is out of the question. But the data file might be an upgrade to one of my video games, or maybe, just maybe the one upgrade that makes Vista worth fighting with. Wait, they said properly formatted, so that rules out the Vista thingy.

Then my twitchy mentality started thinking about how having a sweetie would be awesome, no matter what gifts she might give me. *TWITCH*... Puppies are cute as hell, especially when they are just learning to walk and falling over all the time....

Wait, where was I going with this? Oh yeah, I've recently figured out that I'm this weird hybrid of a computer junkie crossed with a blue-collar manly man. I enjoy tech-ish stuff like Flat-screen HD TVs, Surround Sound, Fast 'Unholy Internet' access, Video Games.... And manly stuff such as: sitting around the campfire, shooting stuff, blowing stuff up, welding, telling dirty jokes, laughing at farts and putting my feet on the furniture. Yet for some reason I'm still single.

Actually, now that I think about it, that pretty much sums up why I'm not tied down.

Somewhere in this world, there has to be a gal who laughs at farts. And I'll find her.

I'm done. Goodnight/Good day/ Go Away.

-B-

“I just broke up with someone and the last thing she said to me was "You'll never find anyone like me again!" I'm thinking, "I should hope not! If I don't want you, why would I want someone like you."” -- Unknown