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Name: Joe(y)
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Diego
Birthday: 7/24/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: I like to listen to music, play board games, start over, drive to interesting places, go on rollercoasters, idolize Ishi and Iyanla, drink beers, dance, play cards, wrestle, and sleep. And some other things sometimes.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Textiles
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/21/2003
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| Excuse me but did you know about upside-down Christmas trees? This is weird. I first thought it sounded stupid, then started thinking it could be cool in a way, but then having looked it up online have gone back to my first reaction. This does not look cool. And apparently it is a fad that is really catching on. Oh man. Maybe if I see one in person I will be able to reassess my position on these things. But for now, I say this is retarded.
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| A souvenir I did not know I had is the same as those I could not comprehend upon my visit to the south:
And there is no Confederate blood in my body. I am only a poser.
(The doll is not at all what I am talking about in case you are unobservant.)
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| So now it is officially summer. I subbed my last day for the 2006-2007 school year. And it is an amazing feeling what finishing feels like. Finishing classes is always fun. But it is also fun to finish your school-year job even if it means you are beginning your summer job the following week. Somehow it just puts you in a state of happiness and joy and carefree(dom?) and the like. And by you I mean me.
My childrens of the past six days were so sad to say goodbye which makes me feel loved and in turn makes me happy. On Open House a parent told me that she saw an improvement in her son and that he seemed much happier this past week. It is crazy how much you touch lives when you aren't even necessarily trying to. I mean this child is one of the biggest troublemakers and he bugged me to no end. But I must have done something for him, even if only providing a male authority figure. And I like doing that. It makes me feel good. I have a purpose.
But now my purpose is to find where all the Monsters go because seriously. Can we stop with the overabundance of blue Monsters and Mountain Dew Amp and Full Throttle? Seriously though. I cannot and will not get over this. Not until there is a clear explanation of this nationwide phenomenon.
Carrie Underwood will be in front of me in three days. You heard. I am sorry that so many do not know or care to know of her wonder. But then again, I don't need you taking up my dancing/singing/idolizing space. For sure.
Peace. What word came to my mind right now? Jabroni. Dubs t f?
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| What the f man? All of a sudden I have a gnarly cough and itchy ass eyes. And my bum has issues. Swutt perhaps. But I have two words for all y'all. Santa Cruz. That place will always and forever be a magical haven. Now that it is not the site of day to day annoyances but rather an avenue for the most perfect reunions (the) god(s) ever created, i can fully bask in all of its wonderment. Hidalgo.
There are some pretty funny things that happen to you in life. And they are quite enjoyable. And it is fun to live. You know.
Can someone just tell me please why places need to be so far from one another? I mean seriously. How convenient would it be if everything in life was only an hour away. That would be amazing. And don't try and tell me it wouldn't because we would be used to it or there would be too many people or that it is unavoidably impossible. I don't want to hear it. I know it. I just wish it otherwise. Let me dream.
Cheers to you one ball.
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| That last entry is extremely ironic. Just thirty minutes after writing it, my world shattered. I lost the single most important being in my life, was kicked out of my home, and forced to move back into my mom's house. Suddenly a bout of constipation and an annoying piece of junk mail seems like nothing.
You really start to question your personal philosophies when life decides to fling dirty, ugly shit directly into your face. As a person who believes everything happens for a reason, a greater purpose in life, I am finding life to be so much more complicated and confusing than I had ever imagined. I was sure I knew where my life was going. I hated going to school, and I don't necessarily love my current job, but I at least saw a goal and enjoyed holding onto that. Now that everything seems like a total mess, and while my intellect is telling me that things can and will get better with time, my heart just wants to stop and wallow in misery. The thought has crossed my mind to not even finish out this semester. I know that would be dumb. So I have decided to reverse this thinking and really press hard for my goal so that I will have something for which to show my purpose.
I wanted to just leave. I didn't know where I would go. Maybe I'd go see my dad in Florida. Maybe I'd go up to Santa Cruz. Maybe I would just get in the car and go and see where I ended up. But I know that running away will not give me what I want. But what if it isn't running away? What if I just need some healthy time with myself and the open road? If gas didn't cost so fucking much, I would be giving this a great deal more consideration.
It was my dream to live in OB since I was 14. I faced so much opposition from doubters, elitists, and ignorant people. "Why OB? It's scary there." or "You are too young to do this. It's only going to end up bad." or "Are you sure you are going to be able to do this financially? I worry for you." We proved all of them wrong. I was so happy. Yes I hated school. Yes I missed social interaction at work. Yes I missed all of my friends who are scattered across the country. But I had my dream. And I had Stephanie. And I was a success in what I wanted to be a success in.
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