And it's one, two, three...
"Come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Viet Nam so
put down your books and pick up a gun we're
gonna have a whole lotta fun"
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*At the moment, Botofuckit (photobucket) is giving me problems, so I wont be posting pictures from the trip until it realizes that a jpg IS in fact a jpg.
*Yesterday, for the first time in my life, listening to The Doors was hard for me. Still trying to figure that one out. I was a little worried.
Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting behind a building alongside a river. This big building appears somewhat frequently in my dreams. My dad and Emerson were there. A wooden box was in my lap, and I opened it up to find I had some weed in there, so I began to roll a fattie. A police officer drove up in a motorboat, so I closed the box. She looked at me through dark glasses and asked me if I had marijuana. At first I shook my head, but when she started to get out of the boat, I admitted to it. She also saw that my dad had some, but it was mine, so I told her the truth and she let him go. I begged the officer to let me go as I already had a misdemeanor on my record, but she ordered me to come with her. Here's the fuzzy part: I woke up thinking that I was under arrest, and I had to go back in my mind through my history with the law to realize it was a dream. This happened the other day, with a different dream. My head is fuzzy.
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I trust easily, but have figured out how people lie without actually "lying". The feeling that something is wrong arises and you can't quite point it out (and the liar sure as hell wont), but you KNOW there's something wrong. You can sense it. The liar APPEARS "good", because he's a good, or rather, a talented liar. Impressive. I am also working on becoming MORE honest. There's no such thing as "too honest". Looking back, I could have been more honest in many situations. It is life-changing to be honest with yourself. I've learned that truth is infinite, so you can always be more honest.
Leave it to the authorities to smell fish and not realize it's their own scent. :P
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My mom is making me proud. She got a job managing an apartment complex for senior citizens. Yesterday was her second day on the job, and she had to go in and work by herself. She leased an apartment, fired one person, hired a new person, caught a contractor in insurance fraud, and caught unauthorized occupants. I'm really amazed at what she can do (esp. on her FIRST day), and she did all of this by following her intuition! Mom is going to do great at her new job.
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I'm well set up. I've got friends who've got my back. So, next time you hear "I need you" from me, get that it means: A. I love you. B. Want your friendship. C. Would like to see you grow. D. Be YOU, that's all I need you to do. E. Guidance is necessary!
Put together, this all means that even if you hurt me, I'm gonna learn something from it. Feel free to do whatever you want. But if you're just outright deceitful, to a point where I KNOW you're lying to me, c'mon. There's no need to cover your ass. We be naked.
Having said that, I want one of these:
This is "The Snare", one of Ira Sherman's Impenetrable Devices. They are art pieces that can actually be worn to prevent rape. He was inspired to create these after interviewing one male and four female rape victims. Most of you know I've been molested (multiple times), but I get more of a kick out these things than you could probably understand. No, I don't have a castration fetish. I just happen to cut your balls off when you don't need them. Everyone needs balls, though, right? So I'm going to borrow one or two and return them when I'm finished. Huh? :P
Also: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
And: "You're my lover, not my rival." - Boy George
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"And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die"
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Viet Nam so
put down your books and pick up a gun we're
gonna have a whole lotta fun"
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*At the moment, Botofuckit (photobucket) is giving me problems, so I wont be posting pictures from the trip until it realizes that a jpg IS in fact a jpg.
*Yesterday, for the first time in my life, listening to The Doors was hard for me. Still trying to figure that one out. I was a little worried.
Last night, I dreamt that I was sitting behind a building alongside a river. This big building appears somewhat frequently in my dreams. My dad and Emerson were there. A wooden box was in my lap, and I opened it up to find I had some weed in there, so I began to roll a fattie. A police officer drove up in a motorboat, so I closed the box. She looked at me through dark glasses and asked me if I had marijuana. At first I shook my head, but when she started to get out of the boat, I admitted to it. She also saw that my dad had some, but it was mine, so I told her the truth and she let him go. I begged the officer to let me go as I already had a misdemeanor on my record, but she ordered me to come with her. Here's the fuzzy part: I woke up thinking that I was under arrest, and I had to go back in my mind through my history with the law to realize it was a dream. This happened the other day, with a different dream. My head is fuzzy.
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I trust easily, but have figured out how people lie without actually "lying". The feeling that something is wrong arises and you can't quite point it out (and the liar sure as hell wont), but you KNOW there's something wrong. You can sense it. The liar APPEARS "good", because he's a good, or rather, a talented liar. Impressive. I am also working on becoming MORE honest. There's no such thing as "too honest". Looking back, I could have been more honest in many situations. It is life-changing to be honest with yourself. I've learned that truth is infinite, so you can always be more honest.
Leave it to the authorities to smell fish and not realize it's their own scent. :P
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My mom is making me proud. She got a job managing an apartment complex for senior citizens. Yesterday was her second day on the job, and she had to go in and work by herself. She leased an apartment, fired one person, hired a new person, caught a contractor in insurance fraud, and caught unauthorized occupants. I'm really amazed at what she can do (esp. on her FIRST day), and she did all of this by following her intuition! Mom is going to do great at her new job.
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I'm well set up. I've got friends who've got my back. So, next time you hear "I need you" from me, get that it means: A. I love you. B. Want your friendship. C. Would like to see you grow. D. Be YOU, that's all I need you to do. E. Guidance is necessary!
Put together, this all means that even if you hurt me, I'm gonna learn something from it. Feel free to do whatever you want. But if you're just outright deceitful, to a point where I KNOW you're lying to me, c'mon. There's no need to cover your ass. We be naked.
Having said that, I want one of these:
This is "The Snare", one of Ira Sherman's Impenetrable Devices. They are art pieces that can actually be worn to prevent rape. He was inspired to create these after interviewing one male and four female rape victims. Most of you know I've been molested (multiple times), but I get more of a kick out these things than you could probably understand. No, I don't have a castration fetish. I just happen to cut your balls off when you don't need them. Everyone needs balls, though, right? So I'm going to borrow one or two and return them when I'm finished. Huh? :P
Also: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
And: "You're my lover, not my rival." - Boy George
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"And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for?
don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die"