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Thursday, May 25, 2006

Xanga's totally dead   lol.

Myspace is evil


Friday, March 31, 2006

so uhh..  ever go 18 years without knowing who your dad is..

and then sit down and watch smackdown..

for someone to call, asking for your mom.. to which you rebut, she's at work.

And before you can hang up and return to smackdown, the dude asks why you're not in college anymore..

to which you inform him about your aspirations of wrestling.

only for him to knock wrestling and start an argument saying you should be a football player, cause thats where the money is.

only for you to start to get angry and say, life isnt about money.

and for him to say "bullsh!t"..

and for you to be irritated..

he says you've got more then your mom had because your grandpa is a POS.

You tell him you don't appreciate him disrespecting one of the most important male influences in your life..  he apologizes.

And then goes on to try and persuade you to take a 15 million dollar, 5 year contract that I apparently would have if I chose to play football.

You say you've already played football, you've done everything there is to do on the football field, its not your passion.

he says he was a boxer.

you say cool.

He said at his age, 38, if he stepped in a boxing ring with you.. he'd take you down.

you ask him what that could possibly have to do with the conversation at hand.

and after 20 minutes, the guy says he could be your father..

you tell him he needs to calm down before he loses it.

he says he's serious and keeps calling you son.

you tell him your father is the king of kings and the lord of lords in the clouds.

he says he has another son a year or so younger then you about your size.

he says the times matchup..  and that he's never thought about it before.

you tell him you've gone 18 years without a father, its a little late.

he says that could change.

you fight yourself from exploding on him.

he asks when he can meet you.

you tell him to seriously, calm down.

he says he loves you.

you tell him to stop before he loses it, once again.

he says he'll talk to your mom.. and maybe get some tests done. and if you'd be cool with sending a blood sample.

you say whatever cause you dont wanna disturb the neighborhood with a ton of yelling.

he says he'll let you go and he'll talk to your mom later.

and before hanging up he says, "maybe i love you"

yeah, dont you hate when that happens?


Sunday, March 26, 2006

Born Again

Off in the mist, In a graveyard it seems.
A stone boldly reads, "Here lies your dreams."
A soul, broken, stands- His directions been lost.
His life? A failure. His dignity? Tossed.
His lungs compressed in water- his heart sinks in the sands.
Sitting at rock bottom.. His life shrinks in his hands.
He remembers how he spent... his whole life wishin'.
That someone would give him time.. Someone would listen.
Never has he felt so numb, Never has he been colder.
Tried to give it all away- But one being refused to let it be over.
His face imposed before him, split second- yet a still frame,
The image burned away real tears, The image burned away real shame.
He fell to his knees. Shouting "Father, Please Take Me."
"I've been living a nightmare. Won't you please? Please Wake Me?"
He watched the soul, But didn't mutter a word,
A ray of light shed, A thousand "I'm Sorrys" heard.
The man looks back at an empty hole,
Dug just for him and his empty soul,
He sadly looks up, his eyes admiring the stars,
Slowly the pain fades, A sensation diminishing his scars.
Dried blood and bursted veigns.. Look quick, its your last glance.
"I'm giving you life." His Grace said, "It's one last chance.
You've got pieces to pick up and Dignity to obtain,
Under my guidance you will succeed. For it is my image you'll remain."
And he woke up at an alter. Born Again.
"Thank you my Father. In Jesus name... Amen."


Monday, March 20, 2006

Ever think you're just a laid back, easy going fun.. SIMPLE person?

I did..

but now I realize I'm far more complex then I give myself credit for.

being complex sucks


Thursday, March 16, 2006

meh..

I think WE'LL be fine.

not going out..

but its not like we fought and broke up.

it's *kind* of mutual..  rushing a relationship when perhaps we're not ready to get that serious.

But she is still the most amazing person I know..

so maybe one day...

HOPEFULLY one day..



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