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	Thursday, March 18, 2010


	Red Blood, Green Beer, Red Envelopes Location: yest, 7PM, looking for gauze on Broadway Mood: bleeding Music: you cut me open and I keep bleeding Her: (annoyed) Please, you've kissed half of New York. Me: The female half! Her: (glares) Me: (thinking) That probably wasn't the right thing to say. A fella I know opines that only the Irish should wear green on St. Patty's day or wish another person a Happy St. Patty's day. That's just ridiculous. That's like saying no one should wish me a Happy Birthday on my birthday cause it's my birthday not theirs. Y'don't say Happy _____ to make yourself feel good, y'say it for the listener. Like if y'wish me a Happy Chinese New Year, I'd take it, regardlessa your race, creed or colour. Likewise, if I wish you a Happy Chinese New Year and you're not Chinese, I'm ok with that and hope y'd be too. Plus there's green beer for one and red envelopes for the other. Both good things. Next Chinese New Year, drinking green beer. Or green rum. Or just regular rum. Probably just regular rum. Delicious rum. Y'ever watch CSI or Dexter where they shine that light all over the place to show if there's blood splatter to indicate a crime occurred? My pad'd glow like a teenage rave party. There was: the time I sliced open my foot two hours before a vacation on a piece of glass (emergency room). the time I fell down my stairs and smashed my face in, almost bleeding out (emergency room). the time I sliced my hand in the kitchen (emergency room). the time(s) I performed surgery on myself in the bathroom. (almost emergency room). the time I killed the mouse in my other bathroom. alla times I get knocked around wrestling or fencing. today. Should never live without a roommate. On another point entirely, my insurance rate just went up. They must be reading this blog. Well, at least someone's reading. YASYCTAI: Thinka reasons why we're similar, rather than reasons we're not. (20 mins/2 pts) www.loganlo.com Labels: accident, dialogue, disappointed Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 2 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 8:42 AM ::



	Thursday, December 03, 2009


	Juggling Location: 23:00 yest, an orange chair Mood: tired Music: I don't have a simple answer Have y'noticed the disturbing trend in commercials and movies where people're in a car and then another car comes outta nowhere and just smashes them up? I can relate. S'for the shock value, yeah. But it does illustrate a point: y'never can tell what's gonna happen, good or bad. Finally got some significant scratch from a gig I did ages ago. Cannot tell you how excited I was about that. But then another, unpleasant, thing popped up unexpectedly from a different area of my life. And I'm back to square one. Juggling your health, wealth and relationships's never easy. Sorry this post's late, been busy. Juggling, y'see... Thanks to koreanjohnny for pointing this out. It's good for a laugh. YASYCTAI: Get a prioritization system. (45 mins/1 pt) Labels: accident, disappointed, discussion Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 0 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 10:38 AM ::



	Thursday, March 19, 2009


	Oatmeal or gruel? Vicodin or Rum? Location: 15:07 yest, getting drilled in Queens Mood: more ouch Music: sings a song Sounds like she's singing oooh baby Her: Let's get going to see the dentist. Me: OK, just lemme grab my keys. (sound of cloth ripping) Um, I think I just ripped my pants. Her: (shakes head) I'm going to wait upstairs. Had my second root canal today. If you're contemplating getting one, reconsider. They are not nearly as fun as you might imagine. Visit three of nine. Know what you never wanna hear your dentist say? Well, that's unusual. That's what y'never wanna hear your dentist say. Assistant: Do you want more novocaine? Me: (muffled) God yes. Actually been sleeping better, what with the quantity of drugs in my system. But when I'm not, I'm reading Outliers. Probably his best book - and I liked the other two. Y'should read it. We'll discuss when I'm not so cloudy. Saw my mom for dinner. Her: You're coming home for dinner? (thinking) I'll make oatmeal then. Me: NO MORE OATMEAL! Instead, had rice gruel and 10,000 year old egg. So. Painful. Least it wasn't oatmeal. To add insult to injury, evidently washing down vicodin with rum is strongly discouraged. Which means I gotta choose which pain reliever I love more. Me: ...sorta felt like a hammer slamming into my tooth... Brother: (interrupting) Y'know, using the words hammer and tooth in the same sentence results in, one would say, dubious enjoyment potential. On the plus side, I'm gonna see me some Fleetwood Mac tonight. But first I gotta prep breakfast. Two guesses what I'm having. YASYCTAI: Eat more oatmeal - (a) because why should I be only one that has to and (b) it's good for you. Keep telling yourself that. (50 mins/1 pt) Labels: accident, clumsy, dialogue, family, rum Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 0 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 12:09 AM ::



	Tuesday, December 25, 2007


	I'm a hazard to myself / Fiona / The War Location: on my family couch watching the tube Mood: slightly poisoned Music: always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin right I almost accidentally killed myself this Christmas. See, I spent the weekend moving stuff into my new office and wrestled on Saturday. My neck was killing me. So, at the rents, I popped about four tabs of naproxen. Then at night, I took about four tabs of Tylenol PM. I woke up the next morning and popped two more tabs of naproxen cause my neck was still busted. BUT it turns out my mom actually ran out of naproxen and put Tylenol into the naproxen bottle for reasons she doesn't remember. So I took 5000mg ((4+4+2)*500mg) of Tylenol within six hours - a potentially lethal dose. Luckily, my brother realized this before I took any more. Man, I'm my own worst enemy. ---------- Fiona and I aren't right for each other. It's not her fault - as usual, it's mostly me. My hands shake so much that I'm only able to use about 10% of my night shots. She's already gone. I need another camera with an anti-shake feature like this, but fast. The pictures I take remind me that the things I write about really happened. ---------- I'm watching The War with my father and brother. Crazy isn't it? To see how close we are to angels and animals at the same time. I forgot to breathe more than a few times. Seems like some things never change. Dunno why, but I find it appropriate for the holidays. Labels: accident, story, stupid Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 0 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 12:08 AM ::

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