First Post

Well, I now have purchased an audio interface for the computer so I can express my feelings on the internet thru music instead of writing/typing (not my best skills). I will post the progress on this as things start to happen. I have 3 cassette tapes full of my compositions, licks, runs, riffs, etc. When I located these tapes I almost completely went insane because I discovered that my most important tape had been crushed. I had to perform emergency cassette tape ribbon transplant surgery. Success! As of today, I have already recorded my cassette tapes of 4-track recordings from my most intense period of inspiration shortly after my near death experience from Peritonitis.

Just plaine sTOOpid

Imagine this couple: Richard and Nadine. (Dick and Nad's wedding). If my name were Nadine, I would not go by "Nad" and if my name were "Richard" I would not go by "Dick", because these names are the same names used for a dick and nads. That said, a dick can also be a cock or a prick or a gristle or a schlong, or a member (Gross!) so maybe we should not call a penis a dick. Who knows. Maybe that is where the origin of the word "dick" used for penis came from. Maybe some Richard guy was a big a-hole and so was called "Dick" by his peers to taunt him. Who knows. Who cares? I care. Its late. Need sleep. Thank you for being here in this space with me my brothers and sisters. Forgive me for my foul language and stoopid joke. I just thought of it while watching some infomercial. those things are hypnotizing. I suggest reading a book instead. There that is the moral of this whole post...read more books instead of watching infomercials. They inspire stoopid jokes and such! Goodnight!~

Tap that ash

God I have wanted a cig so bad in this last week! I have not wanted one in a while. I have a secret. A friend that smoked these teeny tiny little thin menthol cigarettes left a pack here. I saw it and made a little mental note. I have known this for like 6 months or something. I do not like menthol at all so this has not been a big deal, but have I thrown them away? They have been beckoning me. I know that if I get them out, I will end up desperately smoking one and freaking out trying to hide the smell that Jennifer will smell with her radar nose. then i think to myself, here now, Why do you want to smoke so bad? maybe you could try something else...eating? Nope. maybe something like exercise? I guess.

This has been a hard couple of weeks for some reason. I love my job right now, even on the bad days, but the bad days seem so very bad. People are so freaking mean and stupid sometimes. I think back to times when I acted similar and it seems like it was when I was around 12 or so, maybe 9. Lashing out, name calling, lying, accusing, not accepting consequences for my actions, not holding myself accountable, feeling entitled, you get the idea. Anyway, I have not smoked. I just want one really bad. I guess that it is ok that I want to. Or is it? Should I allow myself to be happy? I love to smoke so much. The smoking itself is great but the social part is even better. I just miss it. That's all. If you have never smoked before, you will never know what it's like. It's like being told you can never have peanut butter and chocolate again. Period. It just sucks. Thank you so much for reading this blog. I hope that it helps you in some way, even just to laugh at my poor writing skills. ~

Whoa, What year is it?

Like forever = The length of time since my last post on this blog. I have tossed and turned like a big fat hog on a spit over a fire because of this. I Have actually lost some pounds since then. My wife has too. God I have wanted a cig~ sorry! I will save that for my other blog. I still have actually (Since then) busted out of my pants at work 2 times. WTF!!! I am getting fatter!? They do not make pants big enough for me in "Normal" stores anymore. I got 2 new pairs of pants on my birthday that I cant even wear and they were the largest that I could get in the stylish cargo pants in olive green. I guess its off to the "Big and Tall" store for a pair of elastic waited stretch pants. Is my ass THAT big? Whatever. I should not care. I am working on it. I have been my whole life. I got control of it about 10 years ago, but then I met my wife (I'll blame her!) and lost control. It's just that she makes the best pastries you have ever eaten. Oh well. If you are out there reading this, wish me luck. I am still at it, just not communicating as usual for the men of my family. We simply do not communicate well. Wish us luck with that too. Smiley faces to you all for reading, audios, cya!