 | | Sep. 7th, 2007 @ 07:48 pm xeophytes and kendo in the streetlight |
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Current Location: here
Current Mood:  cynical
Current Music: rotating plastic attatched to metal
. after reading through all of these old entries, i thought about deleting them or making a new lj. but i think it's better this way. better to know how things have changed. how i've changed. grown. calmed. forgotten. i must say i miss a lot of the old friends.. but we all went the way we felt best. some of them have chosen poorly in my eyes.. but it is up to each individual to decide how to live, or in some cases how to die. it is insane to think the last entry was almost two years ago now. thanks to taylor for convincing me to resurrect this old brainstew catalog of thoughts, wishes, rants, and nonsense. although now i'm sure it will be filled with a little more sense. oh by the way, i don't use caps ever... i'm not in school anymore, nor do i plan to be, so i will not capitalize my i's or names, places, or super-beings... except randomly. another thing, hi to anyone out there who might read this, and a hello to old friends. may someday our paths cross once again. here's to getting old..
p.s. on suggestion from a friend, who shall remain anonymous, i am going to begin imparting some weird little musings, happenings, or actions, that take place on the san angelo bus system that i now use, and that may or may not be worth it.
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how dare you agree that they may not be worth it?! remember the show 'double dare' ? hehe.. uh.. what?
so one lovely saturday, danielle and i were going to have lunch at some fancy, faraway place, where all the hip people go, the food could kill, and where all the coolest cats just might show up. otherwise known as Logan's Roadhouse. whoa, wouldn't it would be cool if they made a sequel to the movie Roadhouse, and Patrick Swayze was a waiter at Logan's Roadhouse, and he didn't ever hit anyone for no good reason.. but on his breaks he would take some of the cooking oils and get all greased up and practice his tai chi or martial arts, while all shiny and gleaming in the sun, on a small hill, back behind the building.. and holy crap what was i talking about? oh yeah well, when dani and i got on the bus and walked to the back. we did not notice, but some greazy, hispanic, oversexed, chubster decided it would be cool to take a picture of danielle's hiney. later on the ride, an older gent, who happened to be war vet(random tidbit), leaned over and told us what he did. well, as we were getting off to leave, the guy, smooth operator that he is, took his camera out and was readying it very conspicuously, so i walked VERY close behind dani, to block his shot.. and she later made mention of this to the drivers. they said they would watch him, and he would be kicked off the buses if he did anything else. dani is on good terms with the driver's so they watch her back! especially since she helped them get a different pervert kicked off the bus system. anyway.. it was really weird, and we were still in disbelief afterward... and we learned a very valuable lesson that day... patrick swazye doesn't work at Logan's, but their food is pretty good. The end.
there you have it. entry #1 in what i have decided to call "The Wonky Shortbus Diaries" ok, i think that is enough of this caca. bye. |
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