:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 2.19.2003 ::

It is one of those times where I feel like there has been a lot that happened since I have last blogged, lots of things to write about, lots of thoughts, but I just don't feel like writing much right now. Maybe I'll try some kind of stream of consciousness kinds of things and just write everything I think...

I am terribly sorry about your dog. There is no dog on earth that I knew longer, or was able to tolerate more.

And I'm glad that you ahve decided to go to court, and do soemthing constructive with that fat check you are writing them, and that you aren't going to jail.

And the conservative me says not to quit your job just to travel. But I've never been one to just up-and-leave and maybe I have led less of a life because of that. So take what I say with the proverbial grain of salt.

Thank you for doing me a big favor and making my ol' lady happy. Maybe that sounds bad...

Yours is quite possibly the funniest blog that I read on a day to day basis. Good writing - do something with that.

This is the best blog I read that I don't know the person at all, and I feel a lot like this is eavesdropping.

"Eaves?" "Oh, you do the crossword too?"

For the first time, I hosted my parents. Not "they came to visit me" but they came to live with me. They stayed under my roof, slept in a bed I provided, ate food I bought, I showed them places, I played the host. This was one of teh best and most stressful experiences I have had since coming to the Northwest - if you have never done it, try it sometime. But if you live alone, eat canned soup and raviolli every night while you sit on your couch and watch tv, only have one bed, don't know anything about the town you live in, and work twelve hours a day, you may want to wait until things smooth out a little.

On a related note, I have now done almost everything touristy in Seattle, and it is a pretty cool town. Now I need to do all the resident things.

On a further related note, Seattle is an expensive town.

To clarify things, once and for all time, I am against war. Yes, I am opposed to killing people. I think it is wrong to kill people for power, politics, or almost any other reason. It amazes me that so much of the world can protest what one single person is doing and he is able to remain unfazed. But maybe if you never have the mandate of the people in the first place, whether you have it now or not doesn't really matter much.

My cable company is fucking me, and I'm not going to take it anymore. Syonara, HBO and Cinimax.

The best part of sharing a laundry room with three old women is that it is always very clean, and pretty nice smelling. No homeless guys pissing in corners here.

I need to stop working so much, but I have no one to delegate work to. I am the epitome of what the welfare system will be like. There are lots of people who are supported by my (and only me) work. Three days into the week and I have 47 billable hours. But it's rough all around, ponyboy, so I'm not complaining. Some places aren't even hiring, some LA's flat out of work, and some people won't get jobs. I thank my lucky stars I have mine.

Alright, I gotta fold my cloths before they wrinkle.

"He looks around and around, he sees angels in the architecture, spinning in infinity, he says 'hey, halleluja!'..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:36 PM [+] ::