"I'll Never Wear Boxers Again"
Wibby posted a rather funny story that prompted me to remember a similar incident involving one of my good friends. So I thought I?d share it with my loyal readers. (maybe I should?ve said loyal reader, I don?t want to become to ambitious)
Anyway, during my late teens and early twenties, one of my best friends was also named Jason. We worked together and were known as the ?two Jason?s? or simply as ?Jason Squared?. After we both turned twenty-one, each Monda
Drop
written by Justin F.
I touch the tongue to see
A devil's face in front of me
You blow your nose and cry
The clown demands a sad good-bye
A sad good-bye
Black below the tree
White horses dead in front of me
A scar below the cheek
There's a sweaty man in a bloody sink
It's just a trip not a way to ease your pain
Self-help...Tell another shrink the same damn thing
Stay cool, everything is going to be okay
Until you decide to drop again
A blue jean girl to be
Sweaty man is behi
I clicked on the computer link and it began its down-loading
I okayed this and that and read it was all installing
So now do I sit and wait or do I go a-calling?
What am I supposed to be doing
With this Yahoo Messaging?
It is very puzzling,
This YIM-ing,
Thing.
I'd like it if I could assign more than one category to a post. It would be peachy, because this might well end up being claptrap as well, and possibly include a whine or two. So.
Trust is the most important part of any relationship, be it in real life or in the relationships we have with people we are never likely to meet. There are people here I like, there are people here I admire, but as far as trust goes is it right, or indeed safe, to open up and be truthful about who I am. Stupid questio
Something strange has been happening the last three days. Beginning on Saturday night, I have been trying to reply either in the forums or post a rather...err...hostile blog message. But somehow, for three days in a row sometihng has stopped me from posting.
The first time, I was rather drunk Saturday night and fed up with a few things I have been reading in the forums. After writing a long rant, filled with anger and curse words, I closed the window without hitting the "add reply" button
Time zones. I don't like them. They are there to annoy.
I suppose I should be honest. If the world revolved around the time zone I was in I wouldn't mind so much: having to think about them would still irritate, but I'd cope. BUT having an editor who lives eight hours behind is just ... well bloody inconvenient. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change her for all the tea in China (hmm...). Let me re-phrase. For all the tea in China - which I would sell and then be able to pay her a vast salary an
I've added a new category 'Claptrapish' This is for claptrap that has marginally more ... erm ... possibilities than straight common or garden Claptrap.
Here's an example: Astrology. Believe? No. No proof; but it can be entertaining.
http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/aries.html
Aries March 21st - April 19th
'"If you hold your dreams too tightly, you'll crush their little ribs," was the message scrawled on the wall of a public restroom I visited today. I immediately recognized that
It's taken me an age to decide to blog here. Dunno why I am really, except secretly I like a lot of the people who hang here, more than a lot of people who hang elsewhere I blog. No names, no packdrill. Which is a very silly cliche.
I'm trying to be more positive. I spend a lot of time bemoaning my lot, and tend to forget that I'm really quite well to do compared with others, even though I only have three pairs of jeans in comparison to some who possess more. Then Jeans do not maketh the man. B
Okay this is a blatant plug for a great set of endings.
You all like a good end don't you?
Have you all read the Story at Codey's World that Codey started and no less than four authors all wrote different endings.
Whose did you like most?
Well you can let them know by reading them and voting for the one you like.
Vote at: http://www.codeysworld.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=436
No you don't have to vote for mine, vote for the one you like by 30th April. Do it now, then vote.
Go on Now. Of
So there I am bored off my face waiting for a customer to come in to our video store. It's my partner's store really, I just give him coffee breaks.
Finally a middle aged woman comes in, briskly walking to to the counter.
"Hi," says I.
"I am after a video.' she says.
"We have those.'" I say.
She looks at me quizzically, but decides to press on, giving my sanity the benefit of her doubt.
"It's a special video," she announces.
"You're in the right place. All our videos are special." I tell
First of all, I want to say thanks to everyone who replied, IM'd, or emailed me after my last post. I really appreciate it.
Don't worry about me. I'd been spending the last year or so in denial about it, but I've known it was coming. It was just that Saturday was the day that my Dad actually asked me if I would quit school and go to work, and that made things kind of boil over. BUT, when I boil over, it's usually only for a day or two, then I get distracted by something else and bounce back
I know wishing everyone a Happy 4-20 day on 4-22 is a bit trite, but for some reason I totally forgot to post this on 4-20 day itself. I know there should be a reason for forgetting, but for the life of me I can't remember.
HAPPY 4-20 Everyone
Jason R.
I am certain I have been suffering an URTI, an upper respiratory infection. Of course being a hypochondriac I was certain it was my dismal end until I started to feel better. Better enjoyed me feeling him too. I call him Better because he is better than me at coping with mild complaints. (I'm better at major surgical interventions.)
So convinced was I, of my fate, I began a dismal poem about "The End."
I may of course have to wait until I am dead to finish it as I want it to be accurate.
I m
Daniel and I Part Ways(Finally)
After almost three years, Daniel and I have decided to part as roommates. Okay, the truth, Daniel decided, and since it was his house, I agreed. So for the last three weeks I have been busy moving into a nice two bedroom apartment in Redwood City. Please don't make any jokes about finding a "NICE" apartment in Redwood City, it can happen. I swear.
It's okay, I love the new apartment. But there is a fear that I'll go back to my old ways now that I am once ag
This is going to be hard to write down, but I've got to get it off my chest. It's probably going to be tough to reply to it, too, so I won't hold it against anybody if you'd prefer not to.
My dad's dying. Every male in my family tends to die young - my grandfather died at forty, my uncle died at thirty-five, my great-uncle died at fifty, and now my dad is dying at fifty.
He's got two fatal respiratory diseases - lung cancer and pulmonary fibrosis. He's lost 70% of his lung capacity, relies
I just washed the floor in the bathroom and laundry. I try to do it every year whether it needs or not.
We are having a drought. The Govt. has put us all on restrictions. Water is very scarce.
I thought I might do a naked rain dance in the street to help. How would that help, I hear you ask?
Well it would scare the neighbours into leaving the state which would mean more water for those of us who remain.
Things are so serious with the water that pretty soon I will have to make the coffee with
First the computer plays up, now I feel like a zac's (5 cents) worth of shit.
Actually a Zac was a threepenny piece in the old days before decimal currency.
Yep, Australia had a silver coin worth three pennies. (I told you, we were a bit strange.)
It was about 5/16 inch that's 8mm in diameter. That's the size of the coin people. (Jeez, I can't say anything can I?
We used to lose them all the time. I almost lost as many of those coins as the number of times my partners thought I lost my virg
Fellow Blogarians, or is that Blogites?
I am suffering from some computer malfunctions...err what I mean is, that the computer is misbehaving in quite dramatic ways never before seen by man or boy.
Win XP has determined that my programs need to be installed whilst I am in the middle of using them??? On top of that the file associations are all dropping back to the command line mode, which looks like DOS, but isn't because Micro$oft said that XP doesn't have any DOS.
So if I seem to be n
I've been tired and not feeling the best, mainly because the best keep well away from any one my age. Okay, that's not true. The best do come near me, but it is a curiosity thing with them, I think. They still won't let me feel them though.
I could view my present frame of mind as feeling the worst, but that wouldn't really help either, as the worst won't let me feel them either.
Maybe my mind is horny and is sick of waiting for my body to catch up to it.
Yeah, I reckon that would explain a
I'm home for Easter. Today, my mom showed me two pictures: one that she'd taken this morning, when she found me asleep in the computer chair, and my school picture from sixth grade - age ten, exactly ten years ago. Interesting.
It got me thinking about how different I am, now. It's easy to forget about how much you change, since you see it from the inside, as a slow progression. When you look at it in terms of a big gap, like ten years, though...
Ten years ago, I had long hair. Now it's r
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It was a place like no other he had ever seen before. It was dark and light, seamless and joined all around him with no clear ending or beginning. Existing at the same time, hot and cold, black and white, a place where time didn't seem to hold stable, where time stopped or slowed depending on it's own whim. There was no sensation in this void, only a feeling of being. For the longest time, he didn't think or even seem to be aware of his surroundings. He couldn'
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The house was dark and at first glance he didn't think Scott was there though his car was parked in the garage. But upon closer inspection, he saw the outline of the blond sitting out on the balcony staring up into the night sky. He didn't think he could cry anymore, but the sight of his boyfriend caused the tears to once again cascade down his cheeks. Willing the tears to stop, he wiped them away with the back of his hand and went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of v
It is that time of the year in Adelaide, where the sun sets
in a glorious spray of vivid gold and red colours
that fluoresce the clouds to match the source of their brilliance.
In the East a near full moon, almost too bright to behold
is already visible in the pale grey sky soon to be
the dark blue and black of night.
The air is still, not even a breath a wind.
The sky hangs it palest blues before they change
to green and pinkish yellows as the sun disappears.
Clouds float and
