:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 6.24.2003 ::

Tonight, I will weep.

But tomorrow: I will "cultivate my own garden..."

"Ruby's heart is beat-up, 'cause she knows the feelin' is gone. She's not the only to know that there's somethin' wrong. Two lovers in the distance as she wipes a tear from her eye. Ruby's fadin' out, she disappears, it's time - time to say good-bye..."
:: Freddy F. at 12:31 AM [+] ::
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Things I like:

New television shows.

The sweet aroma of revenge.

Finally earning that badge.

Oh, and bunking with beautiful ladies. Hatchi-matchi!

"Gimme-gimme something to hold on to..."
:: Freddy F. at 1:42 AM [+] ::
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Alright, followers, I'm going to let someone else take over the blogging responsibilities for a quick sec - it's work time, she's bored, the phones aren't ringing, what's a kid to do. Beats chasing Lady-H:

"Head strong I'll take you on..."
See, the "big rumble" is about me loving someone who doesn't share the same passion as I do. Like showing the person you can totally see yourself with for the rest of you life that you love them. I never once thought I'd feel more like a burdon and not so much his pride and joy. "Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm just blind..." Maybe I'll just have to face the fact that I'm not the ONE. Yikes, talk about a crush to the heart.

What a bunch of crap! I'd like to think I'm make it easy for him too love me. Even it means breaking away from his self indulging habit.

He loves me, he loves me not................................ Oh! and be easy - it is my first time.

Well, there you have it - posting like a pro, that's C-Lo on the bold-side. If you need me, I'll be spinnin' in my pad all the live long weekend, just me, and Hamlet, and my new baseball, relaxing. Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll even hear that phone ringin' and see my number on the screen.

"I feed you dignity to stand with pride, realize that all in all, you'll stand tall..."
:: Freddy F. at 4:11 PM [+] ::
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See, things are turning up Fred again: Tonight I went to see the local AAA team, the Tacoma Rainiers. Bottom of the first, right handed batter pops one foul, I had to do nothing but stand up to snag myself a sweet souvenir.

Yessss...
:: Freddy F. at 1:09 AM [+] ::
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Well, I hate to be a negative-nelly, but it's time to face the facts. It's over. She's bored with me. It was fun inthe beginning because I was all rebellious and fun and "scary and weird," but now I'm just old hat. I can't excite her anymore, I'm the boring "parent-figure," and everyone else is the fun fun fun people. It's a tough pill to swallow, but I guess everyone has to take their medicine sometime. I hope that she is happy with the decisions that she makes - I will do my best. I'm thinking Europe or at least New York might hold some answers for me.

I promise that I will write better after this - I just need a mourning grace period. Soon we'll be back to the hub-ub of my exciting work life.

"I know your children will be beautiful - I just don't ever want to know that they exist at all..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:21 PM [+] ::
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I see black sails on the horizon.

I can smell a storm brewing.

The gates of hell are creaking open.

"I see a bad moon a-risin'..."
:: Freddy F. at 12:48 AM [+] ::
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Things that have happened since I last posted something here:

She finally hipped-up to the World Wide Web. Welcome, enjoy the porn, stay awhile.

I have been across the northern border into Canada and found that it was... blase. Except for the bikes. The bikes were fantabulous! So cheap, so tough, to cardiovascularly beneficial. But I wasn't really down with the whole money exchange thing - I now am the proud owner of 62.36 dollars Canadian; which at this latitude is just so much paper and metal.

I took $15 dollars from some Indians. Technically, I won it. I beat their ruse to steal back the white-man's land one $5-minimum-bet at a time. My good buddy did not fare as well, as he got the casino equivalent of smallpox. Seek balance my friend.

I sent the RSVP to my first high school friend who is getting married. This should be a lot of fun, this wedding it should be. Especially if I can get that car I want...

I awoke with the sun and played some European football. In reality, one really must warmup before partaking in strenuous activities such as sprinting for eighty minutes. It anyone tells you differently, they are filthy liars.

I watched a AAA baseball club blow a solid lead in the top of the ninth and lose their game. This was not near as depressing as it would have been if I hadn't had four hot dogs digesting in my stomach.

I climbed a mountain. It wasn't much but it was a mountain. I climbed to the very top and looked down upon all of creation adn thought "This is how God must have felt when he climbed this mountain." Then I laid outside for upwards of six hours, freezing and waiting for dawn to finally arrive, and when it did I fell asleep and had the worst nightmare of my life. Even worse than the nightmare I had when I was fifteen where I stole my dads car and went riding around on dark roads until I ran over some random guy.

I ate some part of an eel, and some part of an octopus, and the skin of a salmon, , and the rolls of california, and some part of a clam, and some parts of some shrip, and the legs of some crabs, and the guts of some mussels, and the crepes of some crepes and some tiramosu. I was full. I felt sick the next day. Maybe I just should have had the roe. I also had the opportunity to see a 14 ounce lobster tail ripped from its shell and devoured by a very hungry kid.

That is everything that is currently my life. The rest is just work, which is boring and lame, but the boss is out of town for the rest of the month, and you know what they say: While the cat's away, the intern has to learn how to forge his signature for the permit document submittals.

"A sullen riot that is raging through her mind..."
:: Freddy F. at 12:52 AM [+] ::
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