Me http://www.myspace.com/djjackal

and me http://www.myspace.com/c2k2e

Check it. Or not. I don't care.

I gotta quit prairie dogging at work in my cubicle. Every time someone walks in or out of one of the doors on either side of the room I sit in, I pop my head up to see who it is. I don't even care who it is more than it is just something I let distract me. The problem is, when you prairie dog, they instinctively look at you. Once you make eye contact, you are then committed to smiling or saying hi, or even just a nod. However, from their vantage point, I'm not sure if they can see my lower face from over the cubicle wall. I might be smiling but to them all they see is silent, staring eyes watching them. It can be awkward. If only these were the least of my problems.

I am having the most difficult time finding someone to assist me in my creative endevours. Most of my close friends live out of state, some of the ones that live within an hour or so of of me have dropped off the map and/or don't have the creative edge or desire to help. So to the ones that DO have the creative edge but don't make ANY effort whatsoever to keep in contact, FUCK OFF!

create your own visited countries map
or vertaling Duits Nederlands

you know when someone is talking to someone, then someone off in the distance starts laughing about something completely unrelated, then the person talking thinks they said something funny and laughs too....then the person they were talking to is confused and the person that was talking feels awkward when they realize the original person laughing was not laughing at what they were saying but it is too late to stop so they secretly want to run......yeah, I hate that

Check out my Flickr album! For the -4 people who read this journal.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/c2k2e/

I hate coughing. Always having to clear my throat. I must have some kind of constant nasal drainage seeping down my throat, infecting my lungs. Alergies? Pancakes? I can't seem to shake it. :(

I am feeling so creative right now. I feel like my environment hinders this though. I have creativity coming out of my ass man! I need an outlet. I need more free time. I need some kind of project to work on...something to get feedback on. I need to feel like what I am doing is not a waste of time, only to suit my needs. I aim to please. I want to enlighten people with my humor. BURSTING AT THE SEAMS I TELL YOU! Give me some damn feedback!

I grabbed the bag right when I was heading out the door without double-checking the packing. It wasn't until I saw the raccoon posse up ahead that I worried. I felt the bag shifting on its own and quickly dropped it. The monkey was fierce and heeded no time in emerging violently from the bag. The raccoon posse snickered and road on towards us. The monkey picked up a stick and galloped into the melee. Dust bellowed out as the monkey bounded towards the raccoon posse. They tried to flank him but the monkey was too smart for that. He spun without haste and swept 3 raccoons off their feet with the stick, roundhouse kicking them back a few yards. The other raccoons quickly regrouped and spearheaded towards the monkey. The monkey leaped into the air and brought the blunt end of the stick right into the center of the raccoon pack. They tumbled away from the force of his landing. He then methodically impaled each remaining raccoon posse member with the elegance of a ballet dancer. The original flanking raccoons regained their composure yards away, and scuffled off into the forest, beaten and embarrassed. The monkey howled and beat his chest in victory. Then he clambered back into the bag and sealed it from within. I caught my breathe and picked up the bag. The monkey was worth every penny. I couldn't wait to see the look on the battle squirrels' faces as I trekked towards my destination, no longer in fear.

I tried that shit before.....demons tried to possess my body when I left it and I had to fight my way back in....but not before I was banned from Wal-Mart forever.

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I just woke up, was up really late with Jen watching home videos. They were mostly vacation videos...does that still fall into the "home videos" category? Should I just have said that we were watching "vacation videos" from the beginning? Maybe I shouldn't look for "catch-all" phrasing that leads to misinterpretation. Next time I'll say something more accurate like "we were watching videos we made while on vacation over the years....some of which had segments of us in our old apartment as well." Ok, now that things are cleared up...

Speaking of vacation, it's starting to get cold here in Ohio. It has been around 50 now for the past few days. We're gonna see how long we can hold out before turning the furnace on though. The temperature inside our house is about 60...which doesn't sound cold, but definitely is not a "walking around in boxer shorts" temperature. Unless you are drunk of course.

Yes, I miss "vacation".

Alcohol is baaaaaaaad.

The only thing that comes to mind when I look at this picture is "skakk".

"Look at this picture" ...as if I stumbled upon it. I made the damn thing. Was I thinking "skakk" the whole time? No I wasn't. I sat back and took the finished product in and thought "skakk".

That is my reasoning. My will to be.

Ok, bye.

Funnier in original context: http://conanisjax.ytmnd.com/

If you never saw the site, it is hilarious: http://www.ytmnd.com

More Conan: http://www.ytmnd.com/list/?sort=&order=desc&period=alltime&search=conan&start=1

Raaaaage is my Livejournal dieing on the vine. I blame Hitler and Satan. Confounded cohorts of deceit.



Maybe I will summon the demons of darkness to destroy this world.

Maybe I will kill every housefly I find.

Maybe I will learn how to juggle.

Maybe I'll just shut up.

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