the way this blog thing shall work....

so i already have a blog thing with this other place......and in a way i'm lazy........so instead of keeping two seperate journals.....i'm going to copy the other's over here with the timestamp so that the timeline can be understood..............i might even add a special behind the scenes director's commentary on what i said in the blog for an added bonus to all you who wish to read..............hope you enjoy........i out...peace...m.

Hell? or Heaven?

I guess it's something we all question. Are we living in a human burning hell, or a human paradise heaven. I realise that it's all arbitrary, but it came to mind today as my boss and her daughter were yelling at each other and kept trying to pull me into it. It makes you start to debate such things. I mean, I know I've got my "blessings" to count and all. I just feel like even a blessing can a curse. Or something like that. It may not be exactly what I want to say, but it's close enough to make it worth bei

And what if they're all right?...

I'm not really sure what brings this up, but what if everyone's right? What if everyone's thoughts, dreams, beliefs, and realities were genuine and real just by having them. I know this isn't and old thought or anything. I however an just coming into feeling it. I guess I'm also just kind of putting it out there for others to think about. For now at least. m.

An ailment.

Don't you hate when you can really use something, but all you get is the exact opposite. That's my sleep schedual in a nut shell. It sucks. And like Jesse's mom, it sucks badly. With teeth. And no saliva. I'm talking really sucks. By the way. I have nothing against Jesse's mom. She's actually a very nice lady, and a good mom for Jesse. I just wanted to in on record saying that before the nasty letters come in. May her enemies fall quickly at her hands.

The Sickness...

I have being sick. It's almost as bad as getting your hand stuck inside the Pringles container. I woke up feeling so much better. But as soon as I left the house, BAMM!, I feel like poop again. It really sucks. Oh well, what can you do. This is not even to mention that I need to get a tire from my car fixed today. Which is annoying all to itself. After that I'm off to in help build a sukkah at the inlaw's. It's going to be a long day. At least [adult swim] is on tonight. That'll be awesome. I out. Peace.

jesse's still talking.....

here i am again...........and jesse's still talking.......he's even got a friend today...........cort......whom also should stop talking..........i once again blame jesse's mom for all these prblems............................for both of their problems............i'm going to leave him be and let them talk........i'm more just blogging this cause it needs to be said.......that is all america...........my all your enimies die a horrible death including ferretts................peace. m.

jesse's talking again...

so my friend jesse has this horrible habbit of saying things when he really should just shut up.......it's not his fault......probably his mom's.......but none-the-less, he does it.......i don't mind it really.....in fact most of the time it's pretty funny.....but every so often it's just dumb........like him.........and his mom..............just dumb................oh well....he's still a cool guy...and some beautiful girl out there reading this most awesome of blogs should pick him up and give him the spanking...and loving...he deserves.......i go now...........asa lamma lechem.....m.

First entry (but not the rear kind)

Well here I am. An hour and a half into work and all I have to show for it is this mobile phone blog the I honestly will probably use very infrequently. Not to mention the fact that I'm not looking at what I'm typing, so my T9 system is going to confuse things I'm saying and make it all nonsense. Oh well. Such is the way of things. Which is really all this blog is about. The way of things...a great mystery of life and death. The why and who within all of us. So come on. Let's have some fun. We all my learn.