“We are defined by the
"We are defined by the choices we make." - Tyler (Fight Club)
I haven't been very productive today. I just got off the phone with Sean... he's got some near HD quality shots of Brittney and Alley up on his news page for those of you that are following Xtracurricular. I am having a lot of trouble getting port 25 (SMTP) functioning correctly on the new server. I am giving up tonight. I watched SNL and laughed a lot... not nearly as much as when I went to this link. It is truly amazing how little it takes to amuse me these days. I spent most of the evening on the couch with my guitar. I found my tuner (which had been lost for months) after tearing the house apart. I really need to spend more time playing. It sooths me. I think I am going to take voice lessons. I don't really know how to practice singing to develop my vocal chords. Happy Father's Day. I haven't spoken to my father in almost 3 years... and then, it was a phone call that lasted 5 minutes. Before that, it had been years since contact. I think my father has good intentions... but just fucks everything up in the delivery. Maybe he's changed. Maybe not. When I was growing up, I told myself that I would never be like him... that I would be better... different. I'm not a father and may never be one, but if I were, I would never want my son to feel that way about me. My dad has been in and out of trouble his entire life... married 8 times... the opposite of what a father (or husband) should be... I don't really have much else to say on the subject. Happy Father's Day anyway. It's just another holiday that passes. It's here, but tomorrow it'll be gone for another year. Blink. I have not been to the grocery store in a while. I found some microwave popcorn that Camron bought when she was in town visiting and in my hungry craze, I cooked it with all the skill a non-microwave-popcorn-eater could possibly muster. Black popcorn isn't that bad, ya know? The house smells funny. I think I am going to play with Eclair for a while before bed. She's been sulking today. Is it depression or is it empathy? Maybe I should move out of Houston... not all monkeys are astronauts.
ps. For those inquiries: it's not my rabbit. It's just a picture I thought was pimptacular. The closest I come to this type of pet is a herd of squirrels that live in my yard and drink black and tans made out of MadDog 20/20 and Nighttrain (no pancakes though)... they hold hands and chant "twenty twice, half the price" while dancing circles around my citronella candles on the patio.
I haven't been very productive today. I just got off the phone with Sean... he's got some near HD quality shots of Brittney and Alley up on his news page for those of you that are following Xtracurricular. I am having a lot of trouble getting port 25 (SMTP) functioning correctly on the new server. I am giving up tonight. I watched SNL and laughed a lot... not nearly as much as when I went to this link. It is truly amazing how little it takes to amuse me these days. I spent most of the evening on the couch with my guitar. I found my tuner (which had been lost for months) after tearing the house apart. I really need to spend more time playing. It sooths me. I think I am going to take voice lessons. I don't really know how to practice singing to develop my vocal chords. Happy Father's Day. I haven't spoken to my father in almost 3 years... and then, it was a phone call that lasted 5 minutes. Before that, it had been years since contact. I think my father has good intentions... but just fucks everything up in the delivery. Maybe he's changed. Maybe not. When I was growing up, I told myself that I would never be like him... that I would be better... different. I'm not a father and may never be one, but if I were, I would never want my son to feel that way about me. My dad has been in and out of trouble his entire life... married 8 times... the opposite of what a father (or husband) should be... I don't really have much else to say on the subject. Happy Father's Day anyway. It's just another holiday that passes. It's here, but tomorrow it'll be gone for another year. Blink. I have not been to the grocery store in a while. I found some microwave popcorn that Camron bought when she was in town visiting and in my hungry craze, I cooked it with all the skill a non-microwave-popcorn-eater could possibly muster. Black popcorn isn't that bad, ya know? The house smells funny. I think I am going to play with Eclair for a while before bed. She's been sulking today. Is it depression or is it empathy? Maybe I should move out of Houston... not all monkeys are astronauts.
ps. For those inquiries: it's not my rabbit. It's just a picture I thought was pimptacular. The closest I come to this type of pet is a herd of squirrels that live in my yard and drink black and tans made out of MadDog 20/20 and Nighttrain (no pancakes though)... they hold hands and chant "twenty twice, half the price" while dancing circles around my citronella candles on the patio.
Have you ever see the rest of the web-site that the owner of that rabbit put up? It’s very cute! I’ll need to find the URL if you haven’t…
Actually, here is an informational page: Oolang, the Rabbit
thanks!!!!
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