sad but true

foxy is dumb

holiday wish list

1digital camera
1bottle of after shock
1bottle of bourbon
1blonde from the north
1brunnette from the south
1new mattress(memory foam)
some of that good

simple man with simple needs

oh, christmas tree

fattening up for the winter

simple times are upon me.
no collegiate activities planned for at least two weeks, and i'm drifting into a state of holiday bliss doubtfully to be lifted.

finally time to recuperate.

i have waited so long for a day filled with beer, laughter, and gorging myself, that at some moments in the day i find myself fantasizing.
so much t.v., that i get my fill for the rest of the year.

yep, the good ol' days.

and, i wish the same on whoever reads this;
happy holidays to all y'all cool kittens and cats.
peace, love, and all that jazz,

and get me something nice.

terms of endearment

her- what is it? you sounded flustered on the phone.
him- no i didn't. i told you we should be friends, and you hung up. that
was twenty minutes ago.
her-you told me that you liked me.
him- i do. i think you're totally cool, and i like hanging out.
her- you're a f*ing prick. why did you toy with me.
him- we just met a week ago. we haven't even slept toghether. in fact, the
last time we hung out, you yelled drunken obscenities at me.
her- no i didn't!
him- you said you hated me, repeatedly.

her- i think i love you.
him- we really should stay friends. i'm not in a loving place right now.
her- whatever! you're a f*ing prick!
him- i apologize. we really can hang out.
her- can we be fuck buddies then?

him- huh?

GAME DAY - NASTY 'NATI

who dey

on the road again

the morning started as most sunday's did. little smoke off the bat, dvd from the collection. the only thing missing was breakfast from mc donald's, and a paper. (i still enjoy the funnies.)

oh yeah- my gas gauge is broke and i've been driving off of calculations from my trip counter.

i put the lord-of-the-rings on pause, and went out into the snow in search of sustenance.
two sausage egg and cheese biscuits later, my trusty steed starts to jump, then sputter. NO! steering locks up, and i slide into a open spot by the curb.

bad calculations!

now i walked against the bitter wind that bit my face.
three blocks to the next gas-station.

the first two had been unfruitful, due to the fact that neither sold gas cans, or would let me put gas into a two liter bottle. the fat kid behind glass explained to me it was illegal, and he could lose his lucrative career if he allowed me to do so.

i explained to him that it was really f*ing cold, and if he was a human being he would help me.

he went back to reading in his heated glass house, and i headed back out into the cold.
at first i contemplated revenge- enego montoya style- you killed my father, prepare to die! but, as i tumbled ideas around in my melon, serenity wrapped her big ol' arms around me.

wwjd?

yeah, i said it. what was the righteous thing to do? is this what he meant by love thy neighbor- despite their actions towards you? i know it sounds cheezy, but i'm working on my karma.
suddenly i grew warmer, and looked towards my next destination.

the two aaa, auto emergency trucks, said they couldn't help me if i wasn't a member. i said thanks, and walked inside.
the clerk at the counter informed me it was necessary to purchase a gas can, as opposed to using the one sitting by her feet. i said thanks, filled the can, and journeyed back across freezing plains, trudging towards my breakfast and warmth.

just like lord of the rings and shit.

a few of my favorite things

it's f*ing 18 below in my great state. eight inches of snow where i'm sitting, and the roads are slick as a politician- perfect weather for playoffs and powerslides.
4wd+beer+ice=big fun
bengals+superbowl=major ejaculation

Christmas is the season for giving

tuesday's gone

overstretched by
every stretch of the imagination.

green light means go,
but someone stalls at the light.

closure has wrapped around me,
smothering but comfortable,
and atop my steed,
i await the final battle.

no longer scared, only scarred.
nervousness has relenquinshed itself unto the urge to complete my quest-
i fear nothing,
and go towards every enemy smiling,
willing to win at any cost to myself.

we will fight until the fight is over-
until the job is done.
loss of soldiers or friends matters not.

victory will be achieved,
in life or in death.

transcend.