My Fiftieth Blog Entry
So I realized a few days ago, that this would be my fiftieth blog entry here on Awesome Dude. Of course this was after I wrote one of my typical blog entries. And much to my surprise, I was petrified to post this average run-of-the-mill post. Let's face it, my fiftieth blog entry warranted something special.
So for days I struggled with finding the right topic. I thought I'd come up with something witty, maybe a bit smart, and really funny. But as I stared at the
My sense of smell has returned; I can smell the donuts again.
I can always tell when I am getting better after a bout of the flu' or a cold etc,
I start to feel myself again. - (You people have one track minds!)
I also start to feel like feeling the boyfriend again.
So I told him at breakfast I was feeling better.
"Anyone I know?" he asked.
I looked at him. This was unusual, the b/f cracked a joke in the morning, before he finished eating his donuts too.
It usually takes him all day to
This is an older (true) story, from when I was in high school. I was 16 at the time. I was thinking about it as I was driving home this morning, and thought that you guys would appreciate it.
I was driving to school in my Dad's Cadillac. It was a piece of junk - older than I was, on it's 5th or 6th owner, beaten all to hell, but I was 16, so I thought it was awesome. It was raining heavily. I was going up this huge hill when my brakes cut out. Mind you, I didn't notice that the breaks wer
Ever completely forget that other people were in the house, and start doing something that even you think is kind of weird?
Yesterday morning, I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving my head, when I started singing:
"Shaving my dome,
Shaving my big white dome,
I don't get razor burn
Because I use a lot of foam!
I wake up and shave my dome
At the break of dawn,
Yes, I'm shaving my dome,
With my bath towel on...."
I was about to start in on a second verse when I realized
I made some scones tonight.
The supermarket donuts have taken a turn for the worse,
So I made the scones.
I used the oven to bake them.
The boyfriend said the donuts were making him feel ill,
So I made scones.
Now I suppose the scones will make him feel ill too.
He has been eating donuts for breakfast for ten years.
He suddenly blames them for making him feel ill.
Personally I think he has caught my cold.
But the donuts got the blame for him feeling ill.
I made scones.
This blog en
Part of the reason I originally moved from 'the big smoke' down to the coast was to avoid the membership dues of the 'Getting Off One's Face' club. So, it was with trepidation (yeah right) that I got the call, and rushed for the train (Whoopee!!!).
Mental salivation is just as good as physical in my opinion, though on the way up I much doubt anybody watching me would have known, and on the way back I could have cared less.
London: one thing I have missed is the eye candy (paragraph two equall
I just finished replying to an email from a reader about Option To Live. I'm really flattered about the way he described the story because it was just the way I would describe it. Anyway, I told him I was thinking of dancing and jumping for joy. Not because of his description (of my story) but because he was the first one to have sent me an email from Nifty. I should have known it wouldn't have been a hit when they (Nifty) told me they posted the story under the No Sex section. Haha. It was more
The One Where I Throw Up on the Screen
I feel sick, diseased and lifeless. I saw the darkest parts of myself today, struggled long after the hope of changing had faded. I'm dirty and need a shower. Have you fucked someone for the sole purpose of trying to feel alive?
I washed the sheets today, they were stained and filled with memories I'd rather forget. His name was Alex. I met him at Nola's last night after work. He was a tall skinny brunet with a lopsided grin. In a bar filled with t
I'm very, very close to finishing the next chapter of Laika. I'm going to take my laptop to work today and finish it there (hopefully). I plan to send it in tomorrow.
I was talking to a friend of mine the other night. He goes to a different school, where he tutors Logic and Western Philosophy. I tutor Logic and Eastern Philosophy. We started talking around midnight and then debated names v. properties for four hours, then passed out on the floor until noon. The highlight reel would includ
I don't know how long this newspaper link will be available, but thought you might like to see some shots of my state of South Australia. I am tempted to say the photos make it look better than it is, but that could just be that living here we tend to take it all for granted.
http://www.news.com.au/adelaidenow/story/0...from=public_rss
Photo Number 3 is not my house.
It's strange how a voice from your past, a voice that only lives in your memories, can affect you like a disease, leaving you feeling sick and weak.
The voice I'm speaking about, Jason. The boy from I'll Never Wear Boxers Again. He calls me out of the blue today, under the guise of telling me about the birth of a child, our mutual friend Dave had his first baby boy.
This disturbs me, we haven't spoken in almost two years. The last time we spoke was at his fucking wedding for Christ sakes.
So ... I'm fed up with my uber whiny blog entries, and much as I sincerely appreciate all the sage advice and help proffered, enough is enough - until the next time.
We have a gig tomorrow night, and like any sensible fools we rehearsed. I wish I'd recorded it. My guitar, which has had some problems with its pick-up, has been fixed, has new strings, and sounds peachy. 'twas a good couple of hours. But not as good as the walk on the beach that followed
Don't ask me why, but the beach was empt
A Great Father?s Day,
Well that?s how it ended up. It certainly didn?t start out that way earlier in the weekend. You see, my son has been off at University for almost 3 years now. He?s working a full time job now too that he really enjoys, so he hardly ever comes home. In fact, the last time he was home was just for one day over Easter. I hadn?t seen him since, and was quite anxious to spend some time with him when he announced his upcoming Father?s Day visit over a week ago.
Of cours
I was looking through the illustrious blogs here at AwesomeDude, when I had a terrible thought.
I wasn't struck by the number of people all having various traumatic moments, myself included, as I was by the way we all rushed in, keyboard at the ready, to offer help, assistance and just plain good wishes to all of us who were suffering, having a down moment.
Then I thought about the real world outside of AwesomeDude and Codey's World. The raging car drivers, the insane profiteers, the elite soc
Yeah, I realize The Raccoon just might sue me for using that title without his permission. We all know how much he takes pleasure on shitting in our shoes. On us. But what if he wants to punish someone? Ever wonder what he would do? I haven't, and I don't wanna.
But that isn't what I'm going to be talking about.
There must be something in the air these days. I've been feeling lethargic since school started, maybe even before that. I didn't and don't want to do anything. I mostly go to class, g
I'm feeling fragile. Apologies for the expletives.
Ultimately it comes down to purpose. Why am I here, and what the fuck am I supposed to be doing?
They say - depending on who the 'they' are - that I'm here to improve my lot and will come back time after time until I get the keys to ... heaven/nirvana/shangri-la or alternatively I'm gonna burn in the fires of hell. Well, I'm not keen. And I'm certainly not keen on the fires of hell. I want to know what it is I should be doing so I can get on w
Questions We Don?t Ask but Should
Question One: Ever wonder about those people who spend $6.00 apiece on those tiny bottles of Evian water? Try spelling Evian backwards.
Question Two: If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea?does that mean that one actually enjoys it?
Question Three: If people from Poland are called Poles, then why aren?t people from Holland called Holes?
Question Four: Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
Question Five: If a pig loses its voice
After a lot of wranglin' with the financial aid office, I managed to tap into some more grants and scholarships. $12,000 worth, for my 4th year of college (4th year already? Jeez...). I'm almost going for free, now. Awwwwright.
Last night, a friend and I dressed up in full pirate gear to go see Pirates of the Caribbean 3. At the last minute, though, we decided to see Knocked Up instead. We didn't change, though - we figured it'd be even funnier to be dressed as pirates that want to see a
I haven't been blogging,
Because I've been logging,
A few sick days in bed,
With a cough and sore head
And no, I haven't had fun, flogging.
Right so much for the poetry.
I feel better now. Have you ever noticed how much better you feel after you visit the doctor.
I have a great doctor.
I turned up at the doctor's rooms ten minutes early.
He sees me straight away. It pays to get the first appointment after lunch.
I tell him all my woes outlining a plethora of symptoms.
I hand him a she
I'm inspired. I want to write. I mean, I want to REALLY write. I want to pound out the rest of Laika, right now. I've got some poetry running around in my head, and another story, too. I want to get it all out. I've been pretty blocked for the past couple months, but now I'm ready to explode. In word form. Wordsplosion, Vocabustion, Abecedarian-Conflagration!
Problem is, my laptop's battery has died. Completely died. To the point where, even when it's plugged into the wall, there's no
TV Commercial?s Might be the Reason why I?m Alone
I?m sure you?re wondering how I could possibly make this statement with a straight face. Or even how I could offer evidence to prove this bizarre statement. Well mister, you just read along before you reach a decision.
There are times, not always, but certain times I flip a coin to make simple decisions for me. Like maybe, I can?t decide on which pair of pants to wear, I flip a coin. Or whether or not to call the boy I hooked up with the pr
After lunch at school, I decided to go to the mall. I haven't been there in a while. The last time I was there I was working in one of the fastfoods there.
So I spent some money in the arcades. Soul Calibur, to those who are curious. On the other side was a guy who has long black hair, probably grown his hair playing there because I did my damnedest to kick his ass. And mother, I finally did after losing a game! The guy was using Astaroth and I used Siegfried both games. I was patting myself on
