An Icebox Where Your What Used To Be??? WTF!!!

So I’m sitting here chopping and screwing parts of songs to make into ring tones for all of you and I was just remembering a conversation I had yesterday…or was it today.  Regardless, I’ve forced at least seven people that I know to upgrade their phone plans for text messages.  I don’t know, but I always just assume that everyone has unlimited text messages much like myself and that it’s not so much of an issue.  However, I’d hope that you would just tell me that I’ve increased your cell phone bill and I would just never text you again because I sure as hell don’t talk to people on the phone.  That’s so 1999.

Peafe Nation

My Life; Before

I wrote this three years ago for Father’s Day.  Clearly the best thing that I have ever put pen to paper for:

He hit her and it bruised my soul.
She cut him and my innocence bled out.
Wide eyed and awake I saw my life change.
I wouldn’t blink as my world became no more.

I have a secret only told to few.
It still breathes life into my living corpse,
corrupting like Midas all that it touches
defining who I am and why I hate.

Blood shared means nothing now.
Three choices made left me with none.
I’ll take all of my hate to the end
and it will bury me with no comfort…

One Deep Breath

this is one of those really esoteric things

that finds me falling out of my own dreams

saying words that i really never even mean

finding fault in the way others appear or seem

when truth stops being a want and becomes a need

more concerned with winning than what happens in between

those hazy moments when my dirty soul won’t come clean

Did Anyone Write That Down?

Did she say it was timing or location is what matters? Meh, I’ll just wing it.

It’s been a really interesting few weeks. I struggle to remember a time when everyone in my life has summarily come to an agreement that I’m apparently an idiot. Now there are one or two pockets of support or at least quieter reprimands, but generally I’ve had little support. I’m surprised to see it all masked as, “we all just care about you”, as that annoys me the most. Somewhere along the line, I feel the need to call bullshit and call it for what it is… However, I’m still looking for a cogent definition of everything that is swirling around me at this point. It’s hard to explain to people that you’re just living life and while simultaneously being the most serious person on the face of the planet, still trying to take everyday for what it is. Weirdly enough, in my own head, I see myself as a pretty supportive friend and no matter what I did, I would never have expected this reaction from people that I consider friends. It’s not like anyone actually knows what’s going on in my life anyway.

For those that understand my quiet ramblings, thanks. For those that disapprove of what I do, we’re still cool. For those, scratch that, for Suga and Stealin’, thanks for not giving me any guff on this one.

The Sloth

You may have heard me and the Hypocrite aka DoL aka Snippy have a conversation about a sloth. Well it just so happens that I forgot I took a picture of said sloth this past weekend. Here you go… It’s EPIC:

Aaaaayyyyy. You know, like the Fonze

While my ego is out walking his genet, Marshall, I thought I’d take advantage of this quiet time to cover a few things that happened this weekend. The days are all starting to blur together in a haze of what I can only describe as a state of something similar to happiness. Please *DoL* do not read any more into this statement than one who actually knows me should. To me, happiness is just the absence of severe annoyances and an influx of things that inflate my ego. “Happiness” has yet to come from the inside.

Friday was spent at LWs drinking and playing darts before we headed over to Main Event to get our bowl on. I apparently didn’t know where ME was and DoL decided to mock me on the phone. She’s lucky I even showed up after the way she treated me… *sniff* *sniff* We played several games and dibs met us out. She proceeded to continue her domination of me in any game that we played EXCEPT FOR AIR HOCKEY. At some point we ended up over at Sherlocks to listen to a band that played, Nine Inch Nails, Prince, AND AKON… I shit you not, that was their set. Nine Inch Nails, I Wanna Fuck You Like An Animal. Prince, Pussy Control. AND SNOOP DOGG WITH AKON, I WANNA FUCK YOU. Seriously…classic set. Oh shit and there was some Bon Jovi to boot. On the way out we saw our boy Mr. Sloth. He scratched his ass for us.

Side Note: I hope no one ever buys the sloth. He gets me so many hottt chicks. LOL

Saturday was spent *checks phone to try and remember* with DON SWARLINI. Neither of us were going to go OUT out, but we wanted to go watch the Texas v. Baylor game somewhere. We ended up at the Tavern with Suga and watched the game and the NBA all-star weekend festivities. The Barkley vs. Bevetta race was classic. Barkley running backwards and busting his ass and Dick diving at the line was awesome. Dick Bevetta is 67 and he fucking dove at the line. That was great. The only downside was that neither Dirk Nowitzki nor Agent 0 aka Hibachi aka Gilbert Arenas won the three-point shooting contest.

From there after I got a few drinks in me and the DON convinced me that it was in my best interest we went out. I had a bad morning and was exhausted do to no sleep what-so-ever, but I forged ahead. We hit 219W for a few minutes. On our way to the Fez I ran into a couple of friends at Lavaca St. I walked in and was immediately informed that I was going to the Yellow Rose. Soon after that, a drunk bigman (he goes about 6′4″ and I’d say about 240lbs. of muscle) decided his drunk ass was going to pull a DoL and jump me. My back is still hurting from that mofo.

After escaping those drunk hobos, we rolled into Red Fez. I hate that place, but Suga and the DON love it. Luckily for me DoL was there. She and I entertained each other. After that me and DoL walked to get my car from the valets at 4th and Colorado. That is the best people watching spot in the aTx and I had to show Miss DoL. We even got to see THE SNIPER at work. DoL continuously told me to be quiet. She talks a big game, but she gets all scared when I start informing people to their face why they are silly looking. LOL

Sunday is where my title comes into play. Stealin’, KC, the DON, xelab and myself rolled over to the Fell Diamond to attend the final game in the Stanford vs. UT series. It was a great day to sit outside, laugh at kids rolling down the berm and heckle 19 year old kids playing baseball. I did learn that Stealin’ has no idea which side is left field as she told me and xelab to meet her and her group on the left field berm. Then when I couldn’t find her and call her up she says, “We’re in left field berm on the first base side…” I immediately being to mock her lack of knowledge of her right and left. LOL

We made many inappropriate jokes, but then Stealin’ informed me of something so great, so awesome, that this whole blog is really about it. You see, I love to start trends as I’m as cool as the Fonze. I’m what they like to call….a trendsetter. A few weeks ago I brought back dibs. I saw a girl, and I called dibs. It was quite the small thing at the time, but now it has grown. Stealin’ told me a story that occurred at LWs the night before, Saturday, when one of our friends saw a guy and almost instantly yelled out, “I’VE GOT DIBS!!!” DON SWARLINI immediately recognized the greatness of me bringing “dibs” back like the High Five.

*”the high five is back dude, seriously you should keep up with my blog” Barney’s brother(wayne brady) on How I Met Your Mother*

So just remember to keep up with my blog so you can stay up to date with all the trends that I’m setting… I’m in the lab right now working out how we can bring back the backwards pants thing that Kriss Kross did back in the day.

Peafe Nation

the truth

The truth is difficult to face. You and I are not what we’ve been told. We are not, as they said, unique. We are incredibly the same, but still too foolish to realize. Everything, every situation, every choice, every love, every hate, everything has happened before and everything will happen again. To boast of our individuality is a fraud perpetrated on our own psyches. All the choices have been made before and the boxes already checked. The banality of our existence fuels our desire to transcend into something more. Something different.  We will try again and again just to experience the same outcomes.

Welcome to my world.

Expressionless Past

It’s still there, but I don’t wear it on my sleeve so much anymore. It’s been a long time since it consumed so much of me. It still begs for the attention that I will no longer give it. It calls for me in my quieter moments to leave my solace behind and burn again. It still hurts, but now I like to think I can manage the pain. It knows that it’s grip is loosening on my life and I’m a little scared of how it will react. It knows when I’m am weakest and that is when it will choose to act. It was me and sometimes it still is, but I can’t let that fact keep me from walking away. It knows that the separation has begun and that I will leave it behind where it belongs. It thinks that I don’t know it’s secret, but I do. It stays with me only because I allow it to do so. It’s afraid of ME now.

We Must Stop Disney

 

My Jumpee Blog from yesterday, but I wanted it posted here too.

I thought since today was a “holiday” *I can barely type that without exposing my insides to the world*, I would take a break from the general theme of Jumpee Wednesdays and bring you a blog more apropos to the day. This is a little something I’d been working on with a lawyer friend of mine before he passed away. You might have heard of him…A Mr. Johnny Cochran. I contend that the Walt Disney company is at the root of the problem of divorce in this country. So here is a little something I like to call….

Disney gave women unrealistic expectations about love.

This is my general thesis. I intend to prove that we should file a class action lawsuit against those smarmy bastards. How dare they lead me to believe that an average fellow can get “THE PRINCESS”. Hell, once they even let “THE BEAST”, with all his money, get the girl. Hell, we all know Belle was just a gold digger trying to marry rich anyway. These “fairy tales” about living “happily ever after” are falsehoods that can no longer be ignored. We as a society must bring down these purveyors of smut. I contend that Walt Disney movies are obscene and should be removed; nay banished from our lexicon.

How dare they contend that I have to “wait” that long to be with a woman as they did in Snow White. Hell, I’d have just called up her sister. But now women want me to chase them and once I catch them, THEY STILL WANT ME TO BE PRINCE CHARMING. That’s just…that’s just… unrealistic. And look at the case of Cinderella. Now I’m supposed to go door to door looking for a woman. Sheesh. If I’m a prince, you sure as hell better come looking for me sweet cheeks otherwise someone is going to be SOL and it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me. I’m the prince.

I contend that they only made one good movie…The Little Mermaid. This was the only time when the woman was willing to change for the man. *sigh* And what man doesn’t want to just leave his wife’s family behind never to see again. Those people are always crazy anyway.

Big shout out to my muse Natty Lou

Peafe Nation and Happy Valentines Day

*ugh, I just threw up a little in my mouth*

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