Sunday, July 20, 2008

Yelling at a dog.



Pretend like you wake up early in the morning and you make some breakfast for yourself.
That is a good way to start the day right?

We woke up early, and Axe was being cute, but really squirmy.
So I took him downstairs and had him make me some coffee.
I performed all the tasks, he just told me what to do, and in what order to do it in.
The coffee was good.
He is so advanced.

Now we are getting ready to walk across the bridge with Mom.
Then we are going to do some other things, but I am not quite sure what yet.

I am trying to fix my credit.
They don't make that easy for you.

lovmeahtew

Saturday, July 19, 2008

The Showering.



Do you feel trapped?
Like in life, or location?
Sometimes I feel trapped in New York.
It is a trap I think is made by me.
There is an idea of this place that exists in my head.
There are ideas of all different places in my head.

I wonder if there are a lot of people that wonder why they live here?
I think probably.
But it is like a sick race...
Like a competition.

I am to the point where I would rather be working than have weekends.
Just to keep my mind busy.
SO I don't drive myself mental with free brain time.

When I am at work, usually I am just thinking about work, or at least I am usually busy thinking something about a task at hand.
But at home
when I have to fend for myself
I panic.

I have to do something.
More than what I am doing right now.

So don't bother me.
I am busy.

lovematehw

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Come bearing gifts.



Oh my god.
Do you ever read the Fontenote blog that I have a link to on my blog?
It is hilarious.
HILARIOUS!!
Insightful also.
They basically predict what is going to happen.
And I love it.

I can't say anything about Brett Favre's Recent decision any better than they can.
SO you should just read their blog instead.

Unless you ant to know what is going on with me.
In which case, don't worry about me.
I am doing alright.
I am better than I was yesterday.

But I am a bit confused over my recent trip to Wisconsin.
How can I go from being comfortable in Brooklyn, enjoying myself even,
to then go visit Wisconsin for 8 days and suddenly be totally homesick
for a place that I thought was behind me... if only for a little bit?

I blame family.
Both of the families.

Also I blame the lake, the quiet, the vastness, the fires, the swimming...

But it is totally an illusion.
I mean, it is fun to be in Door County, and I feel have a soft spot for Racine,
but unless I had something better waiting for me there, a better job, a better home,
it would be all too easy to get the "trapped" feeling that made Truen and I want to
leave in the first place.

I have a lot of things to ponder.

Just like Brett.

lovmehtwe

Friday, July 11, 2008

T Dubs' Wild Ideas About LIfe.



I was in the car with this kid.
This guy that my brother knows.
This guy named Alex.

I was asking about if he ever thinks about the end of the world, or like, the fall of civilization?
Like the Road?
He was all like, no.

I read that it would be good to have a stash of food.
But then you also would need a gun.
To protect your food and water.

You might want to be the Man and the Boy, but
you could end up being the people in the farmhouse.
Or the people in the basement.

I guess by that point, who cares really.
I mean, you would have to at least realize that there
was no point anymore.

I think another thing that would be good to have is a canoe.
And a slingshot.
Maybe soap.

lovmeahtew

The house by the train.





Do you guys know Tara?
She will hook you up with some "beads".
Serious, whatever you might need, she has it.
She is an entrepreneur.

She lives in Wisconsin.

We ate breakfast with her last time we were there.

Last week or something.

It was really windy over the water, and it was warm.
And then after we were done with Breakfast, Truen and I went to the dock and jumped in the water.
Race to the water!!!

Cramp! Cramp!!

It is so nice to be there, but it doesn't feel like the place I can be right now.
I started some business out here, and I have to finish it.
With a vengeance!

Oh man, all these words have two spellings and I can't pick the right ones.

I have gone from angry to sad about Brett Favre.
If he goes through with this, he will be destroying his mythic quality in my mind.

Doesn't it just sound cooler, bolder, to just walk away.
To disappear into the woods for years of hunting?
No one sees him for years and years.

I think that sounds better.

Even if he goes on to win the Superb Owl with a different team, it would
be like the biggest F- you to his fan. Me, I am his fan.

What happened?

We went for a walk, Me + Truen + Axel.
We found a dumpster full of dirt and bricks.
So then we went home and got our cart and a milk crate and then went and got the bricks.

Free bricks.

I think that being addicted to soda is about as bad for your body as being addicted to beer.
I mean, maybe not for your liver, but certainly for your kidneys and digestive system.
That stuff ruins your insides.
Oh well, who is to say?
Doctors!?

lovmhewtwa

What the F?



God damn it.
What the hell is going on?
Can you believe this shit?
Seriously.

Brett Favre, what the hell!?

Why is he doing this?
He could have stayed on the Packers and no one would have said anything about it.
But he left, and I cried and in the end I think I came to terms with his decision.
I respected him for doing what he seemed to be so sure was the right thing to do.
He said it himself that he couldn't commit like he used to.
That he felt so drained...

But this asking to be released, why?
Why can't he just stay retired?
He is going to piss away a large group of fans by doing this.
And for what?
Just to play a little longer?

Can he possibly join a new team, one whom he has no connection to, and hope to do anything substantial?

This is bullshit.
I call bullshit!
Complete BS.

Moving on, I think I have started having mild panic attacks.
I don't know why, but I sometimes feel like my skin is too small, and I need to run really, really fast.
This usually happens when I am trying to fall sleep.
SO I have adjusted by wearing my shoes to bed.
But only my shoes.

lovmahwe