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Adventure, Excitement. The Jedi craves not these things.

Met K last night. That’s the big news (I mean, there’s other kinda big news, but this is the big news to me). She’s about as gorgeous as I had hoped, and I had a good time with her, despite it being kinda weird to just hang out in her car. I hope we get a chance to hang out again soon as really see if we’re as compatible as I think. I’m just so taken by her, and I want to find out why.

Oh, hey — by the way — how about that Hurricane Charley? That f**ker ripped through and took away my power. And I’m very tired now, mostly from getting half-quality night’s sleeps on Danielle’s couch and seating my arse off during the days in Deltona. The damn state looks like a friggin war zone and frankly, it’s getting annoying. It’s time for the damn power to be restored.

Speaking of which, the lines came back up here at work just recently. This is good news.

Ok, back to the cleanup.

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The Continuing Saga of K

It would be senseless to post anything here that didn’t talk about all that’s really going on in my life. K has pretty much dominated my thoughts, and last night proved it when I had a long, fantastic conversation with her… at about 3:30 AM. Man, it’s dizzying. Little things that everyone else will think are stupid, like dissecting the brain power necessary to conjure up the feaux-accented “Cheuman” for German… they get me big time. This girl is gorgeous, and she’s got a really interesting combo of creativity, intelligence, and, well, balls, that makes her almost irresistible.

I can’t wait to see her on Sunday. So I hung up last night and then I couldn’t sleep, because, shit… I’m too excited. How strange is that? That has NEVER happened to me before. And I may read this later and feel stupid, but something is different with this one. I can’t tell what yet, but something it definitely different.

Another thing on my mind is just how frickin’ incredible the album Third Stage, by Boston, is. Goddamn. Can’cha Say > Hollyann has got to classify as one of the best one two punches in history on my list. Rock solid harmonies, user friendly metal guitar lines, and soft heartfelt interludes are common and just perfect. No wonder that album took 5 years to make. It’s a goddamn masterpiece.

Today I feel about as good as I have in a very very long time.

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Blog Post 97: K Strikes

What can I say? I’ve spent the majority of the last two days on IM with K, who is not only a knockout, but has a kooky sense of humor like mine. Is it weird to do this online deally, because you kinda fall in love with the image in your head, and then you have to hope that the real life is the same thing, or even close to the thing in your head. Here’s hoping.


Hello World.

Having just rediscovered that I have this thing again, it’s time to post something. However, having just shown it to K, who may be reading this, I’m faced with a most awkward dilemma. First off, this is the first time I could write about someone and they actually read it (that I know of), secondly, since I spoke to her on IM for a little over an hour, and then spent another 40 minutes reading all sorts of stuff she wrote, she’s kinda on my mind, and that’s just scary to write about her and think she might read it.

In the meantime, this weekend, I finally got some much needed sleep, cleaned up, planned the BFQ, and relaxed. Last night, I made fried chicken – real friend chicken – and although it made quite a mess, it was surprisingly awesome. Danielle and BJ agreed that it kicked ass, and I was pretty pleased myself. I can’t wait to make some of the new recepies I’ve got planned.

I’m still kinda surprised I haven’t heard a peep from A since I went to Jacksonville. Keith asked me about it this weekend and I was completely at a loss for words. On the other hand, J is back in the mix, but for once, this time, I get to be cool about it. See, I’m past all that and I’m not going to get mixed up in that web again. So ha ha.

There really isn’t anything left to say. I’ve absolutely sick and tired of f’ing Ashlee Simpson and her retarded songs. I’m not a very good blogger, and I’m WAY to self-conscious right now to write anything of substance except this funny stream of lyrics going through my head:

Tipsy, fuddled, boozy, groggy, elevated prime did edit her
Hellborn elfchild roadhog mountain fortune hunter man beheaded her
Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod

Rabid victim martyr stranded level-headed boy you better bend
Soon your luscious honey sugar mellifluous life is gonna end
Fat bulk expanse mass lump block clod