I’m not sure why I haven’t updated in so long. It could be that I’ve been really busy, which I have. It could be that I’ve found myself unable to complete a single thought. It could just be that me ADD has been really really band lately. I’ve honestly started several, for some reason I just haven’t finished any of them. So this is all of the beginnings of all the Ramblings I’ve started writing in the past couple of months. Cheryl, be ready to be confused…

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World Is A Bitch

Literally. I had the pleasure of walking Potter the other day. Walking her, I was reminded of a late night conversation I had with Sean. We were spooning one night discussing a commercial we’d just seen. I was disgusted at his admission. He said, if given an ultimatum, he choose a girl over a dog. I couldn’t believe that he’d choose some bitch over a dog. No girl could ever get me to get rid of any one of my dogs.

My Reputation Precedes Me, Apparently

I was stopped by a random customer the other day, one I’ve never meant. He says to me, “you’re a photographer, right?” I was thrown off by this, he was sitting with some chick I’ve never met. He wanted to see some of my work. So after months of putting it off I got the my portfolio back online.

It’s All The Same, Only The Names Will Change

 

It Feels Good to Have Made IE My Bitch

I won’t pretend that I like Internet Explorer, I won’t even apologize for my hatred for it. There was a time in my life that I designed for it, I would make no effort to insure that the sites I’d design rendered properly in anything except for it. But that’s when I was stupid and didn’t know any better.

And Then I Missed My Sisters

Living with Sean is kind of awesome. Be it for several reasons. Most frequently because he’ll scream in the middle of night, “homie, turn to 301… There’s some sweet tits.” Between the two of us, we have the most incredible DVD collection ever. Also between the two of us we have every major video game system to come out in the past 30 years.

The Thing You Can Keep

I really have no problem with my friends giving me stuff… The DVD box set I couldn’t find anywhere. A random King Car here and there. A piece of gum. The CD case for my yet to be recorded first album. A blow job every so often. They’re are things that, while completely unnecessary, make me feel loved. Thought of. Like I’m not some memory that fades as soon as I leave the room. But next time, I seriously don’t need whatever the hell that was.

If You Really Wanted To Mess Me Up, You Should Have Got To Me Sooner

I’ve been told that hate is a strong word, I’m inclined to believe that in some cases is just might not me strong enough.

Call Me A Safe Bet

So, the question of the day… Is there some psychological explanation for me constantly falling for these completely unattainable women?

Seriously I need a full psychological workup… I need that question answered. Take every girl I’ve ever been interested in, even the ones I dated briefly. In everyone of them there existed a single prerequisite for the eventual demise of whatever I’ve built up in head. And I’m always so willing to give in, to give a little bit extra just so that, against all odds, we could make it work. Even when every one of them is failure by design. Oh, but I’m always blind to it. I naively convince myself that no obstacle is too big. That no girl is too big a bitch. And it truly makes me sick when I realize that almost sounds optimistic. Love will conquer all…. That all you need is love. John was wrong. J. Geil’s was right… Love stinks.

Which brings me to another running theme in my life. My inability to read women. This latest unattainable girl, which might have actually been quite attainable, but only because we could have made it work…

It’s Been An Eventful Week

The good kind of eventful. Actually the fucking awesome kind of eventful. It started

The Most Significant Email, Ever

I’m not even sure how it came about… It was probably about a year ago that I said that if I ever win an Oscar that I’d dedicated it to Tracey Gagné. I said it to a friend, and meant it. Cut to a year later and I, for reasons unknown, needed to find her. Maybe it’s because I started writing something that

No, That Wasn’t A CD

People always doubt me. My friends especially. It would make me sad, but honestly I don’t really care. And I guess it is technically my fault. After all, I am the guy that figured out how to get a DTS unit into over ride just so I could make Dave cry by walking into a theater

And I am currently trying to talk myself out of buying that bass guitar…

Less Than Nothing To Say

Seriously, I have nothing. I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I’ve been in a funk lately. Carrie says it’s pissing her off. It’s running on about three weeks, and I don’t even know why. It’s not even because I’m dissatisfied with my life. It’s not, as I’m sure Nadia believes, because I watched the one that got away get married yesterday.

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