Doesn't the beauty of nature, just sometimes leave you in awe. Wondering how we can sit here and destroy our planet with such a lack of appreciation for what we have here? Just a simple plant, named "Crimson&Clover", brings so many thoughts of how much of this world many of us have not seen, and may never see before our timecard is punched.

Sometimes we fail to appreciate things alot. Whether they be something as small and fragile as a flower, or something as big and important as our planet.

I've heard about the trash build up in this world. I remember hearing about it in junior high. That eventually man will bury themselves in their own garbage. I kind of blew it off then, not thinking that something like that was going to happen in my lifetime. Because believe me, it had nothing to do with faith in man to change their ways, or faith in politicans to do anything different about it. But what about my son's lifetime? Or my grandchild (assuming my son doesn't learn from me about the "joys" of parenthood haha)?

Something to think about. Not preaching about recycling or anything. Just a thought.

Will my son . . . Live 2 See The Dawn

Well what a helluva day at work! Yikes!

Well things are looking up. After a hard day at work and food on the table when I get home, I got to thinking that I really don't have anything to bitch about. I mean I am sure that they are people that have things alot worse than I do, and that I should be thankful for what I do have. So I guess I can say that I apoligize for all the shit that I have been complaining about, since I really should have been looking at the positive things and not the negative. The latter being so much easier to do. But I think that I am going to try and do better about that, so that I can have some positive things to post and try to make people laugh and be happy instead of bringing them down with me.

So I will try to get back to my old posts, of just stuff and the continuing of writing the story that I am working on. I will also try to work more on Comic Book Geeks 101 more, and promise to have a mew post tommarrow, for those few of you who are reading it. But as far as that blog goes, I'm doing it more for myself than anyone. If there is one thing that I do like to talk about it is comic books and video games. I just like the fact that I'm 28 and still read comic books and video games. 8-)

Once again many thanks for your support, whether it was intentinal or not. Yall have been great. Look forward to more of the good ole me, as I like to put it. Well I'm going to get the hell out of here and go home and eat and play with my son, and maybe get some hehe, with mommy!

I Will See U In The Dawn

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My Angela. One letter from an Angel. I LOVE YOU.

Although I will be left behind . . .

She Will Live 2 See The Dawn

"Love Hurts"



Sometimes we fail to understand what it is that love is all about. It is protrayed as a emensly romantic feeling, full of roses, choclates and diamonds. Or that is a powerfully sexual feeling that leads to wonderous ecstacy. When really those are just components of one thing. Like sex is the Jack Daniels and everyday life in marrigae is the Coke. To make the perfect drink, you need both. You can't have the drink without either ingredent.

If you just drink the Jack Daniels all the time then you just get fucked up. As in hurt feelings, unwanted pregnacy, vernareal diseases and the such.

If you just drink Coke, it seems boring and relentless.

Love hurts.

I can't say that things are always so clear cut. I can make all the comparisons I want, but when it all comes down to you, you have to decide. Will you let the shit in life cover you up so much that you can't ever hope to reach the surface? I have been in a deep rut her lately and have not wanted to get out of it. Everytime that sweet liquor reaches my lips, I contemplate all the things that aren't and what hasn't happened. There is one thing that isn't and hasn't. I can't change that. No matter how many bottles of whiskey I drink nothing will change this.

A while ago a posted a post titled something like "The only post about me you will probably ever see." Since then I have expressed more about myself than I usually do. And in that post there was a person that offered me some advice that I still haven't taken to heart. Miss Cher offered me a bit of advice that she has learned through her own life. I envy someone that has overcome what I haven't. But the problem is, is not from the lack of trying. I haven't tried. I've rationalized what I do, and made excuses.

You all have been a hell of a comfort. And I'm not going to go through the list, as I just did in "Props". I just feel so god-damn sad. And the puncuation of that word is needed, in that I have not found the happiness that is suppose to be with Him, as Miss Zimmie has so often tried to share with me.

There is a chill in my heart that has iced over any compassion that I might have felt in previous times. I have a dark outlook on life that is occasionally changed with the hilariousness of Mr. Darker and Miss NightBug. With the light of Miss XOPoetry and Miss Zimmie. With the close feelings and appreciation I have for Miss Terri and Miss Harbour. And the companionship I feel with good friends like Mr. Big and Mr. X. And I still cannot understand what the hell is wrong with me. I can't survive without friends, and you all have been such a good support group.

But I just can't believe the one time, in many, many years, that I have asked him for something . . .

"You know I can't smile without you."

And I don't really think that I will, without her. Myung.

"Who would have beileved that you were part of the dream, now it all seems light years away."

Light years that I will never be able to travel. My babygirl. I hope that happiness finds you my love, my babygirl, my Myung.

I May Never See The Dawn

Something got me just laughing my ass off today as I was eating lunch. I was waiting for the inevitable, of having to go to the laudramat, since my dryer decided to keel over this week. Ahh memories of the laudramat. I haven't been to one since, i was about 5 when we stilled lived in Minnesota. But anyway, what I was talking about. I was watching an episode of the Simpsons, the one where Homer and Flanders become good friends after Flanders invites him to a football game. Anyway as the story goes on, events happen where Flanders is pulled over by Cheif Wiggum, right at the church bus drives by. Well the next Sunday as the Flanders' are going to church, Ned thinks that people will judge him for what happened. Anyway they go to church and when they enter you can hear people whispering things about Ned. He turns to leave and Homer stands up, and from the front row, in a church mind you, he yells to Ned -- "Over here Flanders, I got us some kick-ass seats!"

I don't know why it was so funny, as I've seen this episode quite a few times. I guess it just struck me funny, that someone would yell out "kick-ass" in a church.

That's pretty much it. I'm going to go check out other people's blog and come back and post again before I leave. Maybe I'll have something more intelligent to say.

So if you were those people in that church, and Flanders came in . . .

What would you have done?

May U Live 2 See The Dawn