Yo, I totally knew Friday would play me like that

Getting up late wasn't enough. I had to race to the bus stop, chase the bus for a mile, almost catch up to it several times, finally catch up to it at the stoplight before it got on the highway and be denied entrance 'cause it wasn't at a bus stop. Or a curb. But enough about me. You have amazing eyes. You've been told that before I'm sure. A lot of people fancy souping up their weblogspots with all these available bells and whistles. Not me. The only add on I've installed is the ability to stare longingly into your eyes as you read my fingerings. No webcam needed. Sorry I don't have it enabled so that you can look back at me, but that's already kind of what you're doing. Maybe. Sometimes. That's cool, whatever. Maybe just to show everyone how much I don't need anyone reading my weblogspot I'll put it on lockdown so that only I can access it... and the chu. Also, I'll try to wait until I have something to say before my next post but until then,
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Yo, I totally knew summer would play me like this.

Full steam ahead! The activity and movement of the summer season makes it's mark most pronounced on the onset of autum. Everybody reviewing their own Grease montage or greasy palms. Turn, turn, turn. Reflection chills the air. Although it's been some time since September spelled out back to school, it always seems to be a trip back to the drawing board. The culminating chaos of swimsuit season has come to a head and once again proves to bear less fruit than anticipated.
Never in vain, holding less and different tangibles are agents of taking the next step more than indicators of loss. The next step. I am not yet ready to whole heartedly embrace the internet although compelling arguments have been made in post replies to let down some guard. The internet indeed facilitates staying-in-touchedness. On the dawn of this era of renewal I am elated to hear hollers of parties past. And so, I propose social circles utilize this new and terrorfying tool as a way to maintain staying-in-touchedness! Until I can investigate the full scope of implications associated with this new technology I urge all hollerers to utilize it for nothing more! And possibly less! Great to hear from all and I look forward to infiltrating your very own "weblogspots". Yo, until then,
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Yo, I totally knew first shift would play me like this

Yo, It's been a hot minute. As much as I try to duck the internet like an akward hookup of parties past it refuses to be anywhere but right in my face. Literally. I'm currently training as an Apple Customer Service Rep and I got this screen in my grill nine hours a day. Speaking of grills, since my last shout I've abandoned my post on the BBCrew. Meat smoking is still an important part of my life and close to my heart but not unlike your mom, I had to hit it and quit it. And I had been hitting that shit for three years.
The change was sparked by my close associate the Nicaraguan-Irish-Italian Rene Hugo Cuadra, a.k.a. SpicMcWop. Towards the end of July he called to tell me he would be coming through Austin on his way back to MexiMed Skool. Having recently become single and in search of "a new way" I upped the ante and told him I'd quit my job and journey with him into the heart of darkness. The only thing left to do was sign up Chef Lou and Mic G. So we did. We had the funnest times we never remembered.
As much as I'd love to review the slightly less fun times we did remember from BBCrew, Mexico and my subsequent visit with my sister in California, this first shift biz has me in a transitionary slump... And I need to get beack to work. So we'll save that for a brighter day. Yo, until then,
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