Another one bites the dust.

Went to training today at the Shaolin dojo. Man, those guys can really throw a punch. I took a punch or two in the gut that knocked me on my ass. But I got minez in there too. I felt bad because I got one of the students right in the face with a punch. One of these days Alice...POW! Right to the moon! I'm going to be one sore bitch tomorrow taking all of those blows. Oh, and I have an interview tomorrow. This guy wants me to work for him...and play bass for him as well. It's pretty much in the bag. We'll see how that goes. Well, that's all for today folks..I'm tired as hell. Peace.

Jenny's 25 b-day madness.

See RB's blog...fuck man, I can't compete.

But I do have some other stuff to talk about here. So the day after Valentines Day I get an odd phone call. From an old buddy. Me and this girl used to have some good times together in high school. I remember riding around and listening to oldies 103 in my green ass metro...passing notes in school like it was nobody's buisness. In high school I probably wrote to her more than I talked to her. I was such a shy little bitch back then. I haven't seen her in like 4 years. I somehow lost contact with her over the years. But thanks to my dad and her mom talking in a bar...we can talk once again. Miss Neka, where do I start with this character. She's a bit shy at first but once you get her going she'll have you on your ass having a good time. Her and I have always connected (highschool sweethearts). We've always been on the same level. Our minds are always in the gutter. And we just click when we hang out..feeding off of each other's thoughts and actions. Good times. I don't have any pictures of Miss Neka because someone is camera shy. So anyway, I got her to come to Austin for Jenny's birthday bash. She came over on Friday and was supposed to leave on Saturday but instead I took her back on Sunday...we just had too much fun and catching up to do. So anyway, this weekend I'm going back down to Shiner to deliver some money to the folks. After that, more hanging out with Neka. It's always a good feeling to hook up with someone you haven't seen in years. It's an instant high when you see them, as the memories of the past are jogged in an instant.

Single's Awareness Day (S.A.D.) or...Valentines Day.

So here it is...the dreaded Valentines day. Happy VD everyone! Wait...that didn't come out right. Happy Valentines Day! Ah, there it is. But also watch out for VD..bad stuff man. So my Valentines Day is going great. Today I went to get my car checked out...had chinese with Crystal (Dustin's almost wife), and took my ex's engagement ring to the pawn shop (I thought it would be an appropriate thing to do on Valentines day)...I got $60, I was expecting to get ripped off. At least I got that thing out of my sight. It was like the ring off of Lord of The Rings. EVIL! I think me and Robert may go out tonight. Hell why not, today is a great day to go out and get smashed. Anyway that's about it. Coming soon at a blog near you, "V-Day Aftermath."

Canis Lupus

I had a friend ask me the other day..."what about us? Are we natural?" And in my opinion...no we are not. If you look at it from nature's point of view. Because if you were to eliminate all of the human race all at once...nature would not suffer one bit...it would only benifit. Nothing in nature depends on humans. Every other life form has another life form that depends on it for survival ..for a balance in habitat. Nothing depends on us to survive. Humans have no balance in nature, not anymore. Maybe at one time we were natural...when we were hunted and at balance with nature...we used to play fair, we played the game of give and take. Not, take...deplete...repeat. It has been found that saber tooth tigers used to hunt cavemen for food. Turns out that their two large canines were the exact diameter of an adult cavemen's eyes. Cavemen skulls have been found with holes in the back of the eye sockets from teeth. So the saber tooth tigets method of killing a caveman was to sneak up behind an him and pounce on him and drive it's teeth through the eyes and into the brain for an easy kill. I'm kind of glad that stuff doesn't go on anymore.

Wolves are by far the most interesting animal in my book. I've always had a facination with these guys. I have this dream that I have every now and then that I've had since I was a kid. I'm with this pack of wolves and I'm part of the pack...I'm a wolf and we're running ... we're hunting. We all have this connection, the members of the pack and I. Be quiet alert, the pack needs food. We all have this understanding of what to do and what needs to be done to survive. And that's basically the dream. It's so real at times...the way I move as a wolf, the way the wolf form feels..it feels so real. It's always odd when I wake up from this dream because it's kind of akward to feel what it's like to walk on two legs again after this dream, it's so vivid. It's like when I wake up I have to almost relearn the feeling of walking because I've become so accustomed to the wolf form. Maybe I was a wolf of some sort in a past life? Who knows. I've always had a strong bond with canines.

This has happend a million times... but just a couple of minutes ago, I went over to Troy's girlfriend's (Toni) house...and they have this dog there that's supposed to be Mr. Bigshot. He's used to Troy already..but he's never seen me before. So I open the door and walk in the house and sit down. The dog looks at me for a second then jumps up on my lap. Toni's dad was like "What the hell's the matter with the dog? He always barks and nobody can usually touch him without getting bit." Who knows. I've got a million incidences like that. One particulaly odd incident is Crystal's (my brother's soon to be wife) neighbor's dogs. They have two huge boxers. And they're supposily pretty mean. Me and Dustin and some other friends will get to drinking and have to pee...so we usually go outside next to the fence. The dogs go apeshit trying to break through the fence and eat whoever is on the other side pissing. Except for when I go over there. They don't seem to mind me for some reason. I've even gone over there and gone into their backyard. The dogs run up barking with a mean look on their face and when they see that it's me, they stop and turn into little puppys.

So my vacation from work is going good. I'm having alot of fun and spent way too much money already. A break from work is nice...really nice. I have off until next Sunday. Who knows what my hands are going to end up in in the mean time. Well, I'm off to bed for now and will leave you all with this quote. I don't know who it's from though.

"It's better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what your are not."

Influence me...show me how to be cool...I'll do anything.

Crazy Bonobo Love

It seems the modern ingredients for finding a mate the easiest these days are...
1. Alcohol (or any other euphoria drug).
2. Rap Music.
3. Clothes the cool kids wear.

Not for Bonobos. The discovery channel has never shown the Bonobos (species of primate) on TV before. It's because these guys are sex crazy. It would be like showing an X rated movie. They have sex for everything. The males will trade food for sex...or oral pleasure even...any action they do usually has sex involved in it. Their whole social system revolves around sex. Sound familiar? Bonobos are the fogotten primate of the world. I believe they should be studied way more than how much they are now. They say the closest human realitive is the Chimpanze. I think we've definately got some Bonobo traits in us.






I have no idea where I'm going with this post. I'm kind of frustrated at the world and it's focus on women. Everywhere you look there are images of "hot" women posted up for everyone to see. Guys see them and say "Heeeeey, she's hot, I'd like to...". It's a natural reaction for us. Ladies see the images and us with our mouths open and say "So that's what guys like...I need to be like her in the picture, so I can get a nice man...I'm so fat." It's fucked up. I'm sick of people looking at their surroundings and trying to look like "what their supposed to look like." We're all just a bunch of stupid primates with a twisted social system. Commericalism controls what most people think...and how they think of themselves. If Nelly tells you that you need to treat women like a whores...you best treat women like whores. If you don't look anything like the woman on "dancing with the stars," you might as well give up because you're ugly. Bullshit. Everyone has their own body type and best of all, personallity...there are so many good personallities out there that are locked away because "T.V. says I'm fat." I've always told one of my buddies that I like the no make-up, baggy mickey mouse shirt, just woke up from a nap look. I'm a big fan of the natural look. Is it not natural to look this way? Come on ladies, you're not fooling anyone...we know you don't really look like that naturally. But, "it makes me look pretty." You're all pretty without it. That's just my opinion. I don't like the fact that mankind has made it ok for the female to be falsely obsessed over. It sounds like I'm an extreamly conservative fuck doesn't it? Not true, I just think that we're messing up our original programming. But then again, everyone likes something differant...and we have evolved. But evolved to what?

Just a song....very good lyrics though.

Peter Murphy - Roll Call


On a long and winding grey paved street
Your breath the only friend
Chattering others surrounding you
You're going out again
It's a laugh and a gas, new crowd
You tell yourself
Why buttoning up a new red shirt
It's been a twenty years of doing this
Just the same night into night
Day into day
with your preset mind

Wake up with a preset mind
With no self control
And you decide to call the Roll Call
Of the socialites who mortified
Can't see as far as their next surprise
Yah, happy with nothing but the sweet F.A. of the night
Believing that they're alive and well
But if asked
They have nothing to tell
Except the words of a clashing rhyme
All calmed and out of sync
Even real sounds like a zero
To a brain in lip sync