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| Saturday, November 22nd, 2008 |
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| Friday, November 21st, 2008 |
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Hehe, I keep meaning to mention this, but I kept forgetting. I was downloading some Ringtones to my cell and I wanted one that would fit Mynxkitten and me so I found one that was perfect. What is it, you ask? Oh, that's easy. It's the theme from the tv show, "The Addams Family." Hehe. And of course, Mynxkitten is the ONLY one in my cell's phonebook who has this particular ring tone, so when I hear it, I'll know who is calling, hehe. |
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Okay, I think my subconscious must be one hell of a murky ass place, hehe. Last night, or, I should say, this morning, I had a dream where I was naked in someone's house! This is not the first time that I've had this dream, either. I could sense that much in the dream. I'm not doing anything or creepin' around, I'm just there, without any clothes. Hehe. This time, I was in some woman's house, trying to look for the nearest exit in order to take my ass home. She came home, whipped out a shotgun and started trying to blast me. I was running like hell and she kept shooting. I eventually got close to my house, and it wasn't my apartment where I actually live, it was my old childhood home in Gardena. Once I got close to home, though, I could hear the police dogs coming, the cops really wanted to catch me this time, so I sprinkled pepper on myself to throw the dogs off, darted inside my house, then took my clothes and sprinkled pepper and Lysol on them. That's when I woke up. Weird. I guess if I was to analyze that dream I would say the obvious meaning would be that I feel very vulnerable to someone who is pursuing me in some way. Hell, could be anxiety over bills, the economy, my job, my health, anything. I just know this wasn't the first time I've had a dream like this, hehe. Oh, well, maybe next time I'm naked in a dream, I'll come across Jennifer Love Huge Tits or Erin from work. Hehe. And Vanessa? Eh, out of sight, out of mind, I guess, hehe. |
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| Thursday, November 20th, 2008 |
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Hehe, they are filming that new Eliza Dushku show, "The Dollhouse" down the street at that building near my work that has become a whore for filming, since it's empty. At least, I THINK that's what they are filming there, hehe. The sign just read, "DOLL" on it, so that's why I'm assuming. Of course, in the name of truth and justice, I think I should investigate further to see exactly what they are filming there. Hmmm, nobody will notice a large black man trying to sneak onto a film set, right? After all, true love can't be denied, right? Now, some of you might be saying, 'What about Jennifer Love Hewitt?' I know, I know. I'm very fickle. Besides, as the song says, 'Love the One you're with!' Hehe |
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My boss told me yesterday that the hammer that was poised to be dropped is finally falling at the first of the month. One of our buildings is being cut, the one in Burbank/Glendale that the graveyard shift guard was responsible for patrolling. Because of that, there is no further need for the security vehicle. That really sucks because that car had AC, and my car doesn't. Trust me, that means something during the 100 degree temps during summer! Well, that means I'm going to have to adjust my lunch activities. Eh, we'll see what happens. That's one of my mottos. Also, this means that the Sarge and Juan might have to go, the 2 guys who work the graveyard shift. The rest of us are union and we can't have us being union and them not. Though, Sarge has been pretty emphatic about NOT joining, so it might be adios time for him. No major loss, in my opinion. |
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| Tuesday, November 18th, 2008 |
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Ah, yeah, back to Vanessa again... Okay, so this weekend, Vanessa was one of the counselors working and on Saturday, she was ALL kinds of flirting with me! At one point, while Jimmy and I were talking at my desk, she came by and mentioned a few things regarding the computer and wanting something off of it. I jokingly told her, "Too bad that I wasn't moving." She replied with: "I guess I'll just have to sit on your lap then..." I looked at Jimmy and Jimmy looked at me. Later in the afternoon, Vanessa and I were talking and she laughed and then slapped me across the chest in that girly way. She even waited for me to finish talking to some of the other co-workers after we got off work. I was surprised by her reactions and such, but I also wanted to test the waters, so to speak. Now, just a lil back story here. Vanessa does have a boyfriend, but that doesn't bother me. I'm not into her in that ROMANTIC way. I'm attracted to her, yes. But it's not a heart thing, if you know what I mean. Not after the one dude there at the job she used to date. No way. Her cheating on her boyfriend would be HER problem, not mine. A rationalization? Yeah, maybe. So, back to testing the waters. I wanted to see what her mind set was. She usually wears her hair up at work, more business professional and all that. I told her Saturday night that I wanted her to wear her hair down for me on Sunday. Note, I didn't ask her to do so, I told her to do so. She didn't hesitate to say she would, too. On Sunday, surprise, surprise, Vanessa had her hair down. But her demeanor had changed dramatically. She was no longer flirty, it was just all business. I have picked a few brains on opinions on this and received ideas ranging from she is playing games, she had a change of heart over guilt, regarding her boyfriend, she likes me but doesn't wanna admit it, etc. On my end, it's all good. I don't mind playing games when I'm able to be detached. Call it Marcus Cash mode. ::gives his sweetie a wink:: We'll see what happens. Maybe something will. Maybe it won't. Either way, I'm good. |
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The old man who comes to talk to me at the weekend job at the cemetery gave me some shocking news last night. Well, it seems that Sunday night, as he was about to leave the cemetery, one of the attendants, Big Pete, caught up with him at his car and stopped him. The old man, Jimmy, was curious what he wanted, but not too much, just figured that Pete wanted to jabber, as usual. Well, Pete wanted to jabber, all right. Pete started out the conversation by revealing to Jimmy that he's gay!!! ( I had no clue, btw. I have a freaky deak meter, but no Gaydar, heh ). Jimmy, who is 70 years old and a bit of a homophobe, was shocked, to say the least. Before he had a chance to ask Pete why he was telling him all this, Pete unburdened himself further. It seems Pete wanted Jimmy's advice on what to do about his 21 year old lover. (Pete is 45 ). I guess Pete's boyfriend has not completely cut ties with his old lover and has also been very depressed lately, so Pete wanted Jimmy's advice on what to do. I don't think anyone at the weekend job has any idea that Pete is gay. Jimmy was ALL kinds of freaked out about this, asking me if I thought Pete was "hitting" on him. After I stopped laughing, I told Jimmy point blank: "Jimmy, think of it this way. If you were a woman and Pete was straight, and the same situation was happening, who do you think Pete would have interest in? A 21 year old girl or a 70 year old woman?" Once he thought it over, he finally admitted that I had a point. Jimmy's so silly, though, he still plans on avoiding Pete from now on. As for me, I always avoided Pete in the first place because the damn man gets on my nerves! He has just always struck me as someone who smiles in your face but talks shit about you, behind your back. I don't deal well with people like that. Gay, straight, don't mean shit to me. An asshole is an asshole. Like I said, Pete has always got on my damn nerves, hehe. |
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Okay, anyone who has watched the news knows Southern Cali was burning again this weekend. It was scary stuff, but also fascinating to watch at the same time. We had nothing but fire coverage going at the weekend job and the sights and sounds have stuck with me. Living in L.A. fires are a part of life, just like waiting for earthquakes. It sucks, but it is what it is. The firefighters did an AMAZING, HEROIC job of battling those blazes, too. The water dropping planes helped keep the flames from doing even more damage than what it did. Ultimately, it was those fickle Santa Ana winds that were the usual X Factor, though. If they blow fast, they send embers ALL OVER the place and make it nearly impossible to corral the fires. It's only when those winds die down, that the planes and firefighters can get a handle on the blazes. My last comment regarding the fires involved the pieces of human garbage who, amidst all the tragedy, despair and misery, decided it would be a great time to loot people's houses. Ugh. How damn LOW do you have to be as a person to do something like that? Damn. Two of the people that were caught were women, too! I dunno, I always KNOWS that guys are slime, but it still surprises me to think that women can go that low, too. Yeah, yeah, I know, being naive, but so be it. I wish those people would have had gasoline poured on them and then be set on fire. Sorry, they deserve it! |
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Okay, I am FINALLY almost back to 100%!! I'd say my voice is about 95%, somewhere in that neighborhood. And other than still having a few shackles, remnants of this cold/flu, I'm okay. Now, when I get home, I plan on updating my blog with posts about everything that has been going on. Some of it is spicy gossip, some of it is just crazy and amusing. At least it is all those things to me, anyway. Of course, some of it is dark news, too, and that is concerning the fires that hit us this past weekend. By the way, anyone curious about that picture that Mynxkitten so kindly posted for me, regarding Preparedness, just read the message and take it to heart. Don't be caught flat footed when IT starts!!!! Hehe Bye for now! |
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| Sunday, November 16th, 2008 |
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| Saturday, November 15th, 2008 |
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You never know it's longing that is tearing your heart out until you circle close to the source of your pain. Even the hardest shell has a vulnerable area somewhere. I want what I can not have. I don't want what I can have. The label of "perfect girl" has been bestowed upon her, but is that only because you see the fascade and nothing more? If you had her, could you really trust her? Bitter as a hand full of aspirin. Avoid the rush of real love so that you don't have to taste the bitterness of betrayal. Push her away before she pushes you. Don't waste your time. It won't end well. Only the strong survive. The weak will fall to the wayside. Better to die on one's feet than to live on one's knees. My way is the only way. Never compromise. Not even for her or her or her... |
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Oh where oh where is my Big Daddy? Where has he gone? Missing you today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Friday, November 14th, 2008 |
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Hmmmm, I still have to decide when a cold/flu is probably something else. I still barely have a voice right now. I'm not used to being sick for this long. Some people have been saying that this thing hits for 10 days to 2 weeks. We'll see. I feel okay for the most part, just very tired, no matter how much I rest, no voice and a lot of coughing up phlegm. If it lingers for too long, I'll have to go to the doctor, which is the last thing I want. Anyways, thanks again to everyone for all the good vibes and kind thoughts, and nakie pics, hehe. |
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| Well, when I last checked, it's supposed to be in the mid 90's today. The mid 90's in friggen November? Jeeze!! Is it any wonder that everyone around here, including me, is sick? It was 70 near the start of the week. Even here, in the dried up valley, it's not usually this hot, this late in the year. | ||||||||
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Preacher Roe dies at 92; pitcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers By Jon Thurber, Associated Press, November 11, 2008 Preacher Roe, with Dodgers General Manager Branch Rickey after winning a 1949 World Series game, was named to four consecutive All-Star teams and pitched in three World Series. Elwin Charles "Preacher" Roe, the cunning left-handed pitcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers in the late 1940s and early '50s who was selected to four consecutive All-Star teams, died Sunday of colon cancer in West Plains, Mo., according to the Dodgers website. He was 92. Armed with an array of off-speed pitches, including the occasional illegal spitball that he later confessed to throwing, Roe confounded hitters, winning 93 games and losing 37 for the Dodgers -- which were good enough to make it to the World Series but generally lost to the New York Yankees. Roe pitched for the Dodgers in three World Series -- 1949, 1952 and 1953-- shutting out the Yankees 1-0 in 1949, his only series victory. By the time Brooklyn won its first World Series, beating the Yankees in 1955, Roe had retired His best year came in 1951, when he won 22 games and lost just three for the Dodgers, setting a team record that still stands for the highest winning percentage for a 20-game winner. The Sporting News named him pitcher of the year. A year later, he again led the National League in winning percentage when he posted an 11-2 record for the Dodgers. He had four All-Star appearances with the Dodgers, from 1949-1952. He had the reputation of being one of the slowest working pitchers in the majors, which was all part of his plan to play with hitters' minds. Long believed to be skilled in using the spitball, Roe would repeatedly distract the hitter by going to the bill of his cap with his hand. Sometimes he would spit on his wrist and the saliva would drip onto the ball, which would then take interesting dips on the way to the batter. But for Roe, the illusion of loading the ball was often enough. "I had a wet one and three fake wet ones," he said. "You don't have to throw it . . . just make 'em think you're going to throw it." Elwin Charles Roe was born in Ash Flat, Ark., on Feb. 26, 1916. His father was a doctor, and as a youngster he got his nickname from an uncle. He grew up in Viola, Ark., and attended Harding College in Searcy, Ark., where he developed a hard-throwing style, averaging 18 strikeouts a game but also a high number of walks. Signed by the St. Louis Cardinals in 1938, Roe pitched just one game for that team and spent several years in their minor league system before being traded in 1944 to the Pirates. He established himself with Pittsburgh, winning 13 games in 1944 and 14 the next year while leading the league in strikeouts and being named to the National League All-Star team. But after the 1945 season, he was seriously injured in a fight during a high school basketball game. Roe, coaching a girls high school team in Arkansas, was decked by the official and hit his head on the floor, resulting in a skull fracture and a concussion. Recovery was difficult. Roe won only three games for Pittsburgh during the 1946 season and had four wins and 15 loses the following year. He was traded to the Dodgers in late 1947 along with third baseman Billy Cox and infielder Gene Mauch, who would later manage the Angels among other teams. In Brooklyn, Roe, an educated and interesting man, played up an image of being a country hick. Of his pitching repertoire, which included a change-up, he once said, "I got three pitches: my change; my change off my change; and my change off my change off my change." After recording double digit wins for the Dodgers from 1948 to 1953, he won just three games in 1954. He was traded after the season, again with Cox, to the Orioles. But Roe decided to retire. He moved to West Plains and opened a grocery store. In 1955, he was at the center of controversy when he accepted $2,000 and confessed to sportswriter Dick Young in Sports Illustrated that he used the spitball during his career but said he did so only on four occasions. The article was entitled "The Outlawed Spitball Was My Money Pitch." He later said that he had agreed to talk to help in his quest to get the pitch legalized. The article was not well-received in the baseball establishment, and as a result Roe was often kept away from official events after his retirement. But Roe was not embittered and always said that "baseball was good to me, and I won't say anything bad about it or anyone in it." Information on survivors and funeral services was not immediately known. |
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I haven't posted lately because I've been sick since late last week. No fun at all. My voice is not completely back but I'm getting better each day, which is good. It sure will be nice to have my voice back, though, heh. |
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| Monday, November 10th, 2008 |
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| Sunday, November 9th, 2008 |
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Miss you Big Daddy!!!!!!!! Feel better soon!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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lonely.
awake.
dorky.
curious.
blank.
shocked.
indescribable.
silly.
loved.
contemplative.
grumpy.