Goodbye, Stranger.

This blog now has a new home:  workhorseblues.com

See you there.

August 27, 2009 at 9:47 pm 4 comments

Conversation on Omegle

Stranger: hi there
You: what’s going on?
Stranger: ohhh nothing much
Stranger: just smokin some weeeeeeeeeeeeeed
Stranger: :D
You: lame.
Stranger: how the fuck os that lame
Stranger: is*
Stranger: weeed is awsome
You: no, it’s lame.
Stranger: ok then
Stranger: i respecy ur opinion
Stranger: respect
You: of course you do. you’re smoking weed.
Stranger: uhh oh ya
Stranger: touche
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

August 25, 2009 at 11:43 pm 3 comments

No, small Asian kid, nooooooooooo!!

Why why why why WHY GOD WHY:

Most awkward minute of my life.  NSFW because of the word “tittays”.

August 21, 2009 at 10:08 pm 3 comments

dreams and things

It’s always fun when complete strangers tell you about their dreams, isn’t it?  Tops the list, you might even say.  Here’s mine from last night.

I lived in the same apartment building as I do now, yet the inside was like the house in Indianapolis that I grew up in and the location of the apartments was in Savannah, GA, complete with the lush, beautiful landscape and gothic romance that the city is famous for.  The apartments were on fire, and the fire became fast friends with the spanish moss that covered all the trees outside.  See the picture below?  Just like that, except the moss was glowing from fiery embers.  Quite beautiful, actually.

The fire was from the aliens, you know.  You couldn’t see them, but the fire signaled their arrival and they were watching everyone from this spotlight/eye in the sky.  It was like the eye from LOTR, only seriously, it was a giant flood light with a flashlight handle attached.  Finally, it caught sight of me and shown down, scanning, and it may not sound like the most terrifying thing in the world, but it kind of was.  I was paralyzed with fear.

Immediately I remembered that Wally and Molly were still in the burning apartment building, so I ran inside to get them.  I put Molly in her crate and when I was searching the place for Wally’s leash, I found another cat I didn’t even know I had.  It was the fattest creature I have ever seen.  Not even joking – at least a 100lb house cat.   Minimum.  It was so fat that it couldn’t walk and I had the roll the damn thing down the stairs to safety.

I don’t remember what happened immediately after rolling Fatty down the stairs, but we all ended up in this refuge center for the people that lost their homes due to the alien fire.  My mom was there, but I only caught a glimpse of her and she disappeared when I went running towards her, and that’s when I woke up.

August 16, 2009 at 4:22 pm 2 comments

Oh hells yes.

I just watched the trailer for The Lovely Bones and it looks great.  One of my favorite books, and I cried like a baby when I read it.   This is going to be good.

The only thing that makes me go “eh” is Mark Wahlberg.  He created Entourage, something I have to suffer through every Sunday to get to the second showing of True Blood, and he will therefore always make me say EH.  Them’s the rules.

August 13, 2009 at 12:35 pm 2 comments

Beautiful

July 21, 2009 at 11:12 am Leave a comment

A hypothetical

What do you do if the one thing in your life that makes you happy is suddenly jeopardized by something completely out of your control?  You have the option of sticking it out and hoping for the best with a very large, very real chance of having your heart crushed and spending the rest of your life trying to pick up the millions of tiny pieces it leaves behind..  or do you move on with your life, on your own terms, and try to make it day by day never really knowing what could have been?  Honestly, wtf do you do?

July 21, 2009 at 9:54 am 5 comments

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