Blog boy,
A quick one for ya tonight.
Been watching a lot of Newsradio lately. Old school Andy Dick, Dave Foley, Stephen Root, Joe Rogan, Phil Hartman, and Maura Tierney (best known for the mom from Liar Liar) also highly sexy might I add. Can't get enough of this show.
Also March Mustache Madness starts tomorrow! Not gonna bitch out this year I promise you. More updates later
PEace
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Letters You'll Never Read #1
So blogbaby been some time again. I know I am like a horrible father who only pays you love and shows my affection like once in a blue moon. But lets face it at least I don't treat you like a redheaded stepchild. So here is the deal, I was going through my journal from yesteryear and thought it would be fun to spill some of my deeper rooted, or rather what I thought were my deeper rooted emotions back in the day. Turns out they were really just things that I could not grasp onto as an adult and it makes me look like a whiny bitch. This particular peace comes from an entry I like to call Letters You'll Never Read. To sum it up all these letters were wrote with the intention of sending them off to a special someone. However they never made it that far and now. The first installment of Letters You'll Never Read.
Your right, it has been a long awhile. I've had a a lot on my mind I wish I could say I've been better. I wanted to try and write this without using my emotion. That seems to have failed, this is my second draft and I've gone from using my reasoning and logic. To being swayed by my emotions. I wanted to write this without thinking about you and the future.....FAILED again. The only time I can seem to clear my head is the hour I have when I listen to the new O.A.R. album. I know what your thinking " same song and dance nic, i've heard all this from you before"
If I could just ask for you to hear me out. I had to write this on paper a second time because looking at your picture while I write it on the comp is just too hard for me to say what I want to you. I've already proved to myself that writing this is a big emotional risk for me.
Your right, it has been a long awhile. I've had a a lot on my mind I wish I could say I've been better. I wanted to try and write this without using my emotion. That seems to have failed, this is my second draft and I've gone from using my reasoning and logic. To being swayed by my emotions. I wanted to write this without thinking about you and the future.....FAILED again. The only time I can seem to clear my head is the hour I have when I listen to the new O.A.R. album. I know what your thinking " same song and dance nic, i've heard all this from you before"
If I could just ask for you to hear me out. I had to write this on paper a second time because looking at your picture while I write it on the comp is just too hard for me to say what I want to you. I've already proved to myself that writing this is a big emotional risk for me.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Stork Is Alwas To Blame, No Matter What Your Parents Told You
Blogger Face,
Hey man its been a long while since I graced your digital canvass with my words. Its been quite the trip to today too. First the weather outside has been frightful and even though I am an expert on driving on bad road conditions, I am scared shitless to drive in this effin state with the abilities of all the other drivers out there. So I have been a bit of a shut in this last week. Until this weekend rolled around, and I have been to Timbock Too and back. Just been a helluva weekend and funny thing is, alcohol was at a minimum. But such is life you have to ride the wave and some of them are monsters with huge pipes that can be vicious. So I have given myself a thin time line to get my ass up on that stage under those hot bright lights. I have been being that of a little bitch lately when its come to something I love. You know of course I am talking about the stand-up. I should have been doing stand up for the last 5 months now, but I have bitched out and been flaking out on myself for that time. Hiding behind the excuse that "I can not figure out how to write a joke". When the reality of the situation is, as much as I hate to admit it, my fear of rejection.
Today I had lunch with a high school friend and it was so great. To catch up and actually not be in Wisconsin when it happened.
Isn't it funny when you see someone who is pregnant, and you look at them and it clicks in your head that they had to have sex to get pregnant. Don't act like you have not taken that mental double take before. Like everyone who is over the age of 10 knows how people get pregnant. But for most people it never registers right away that the act of coitus has taken place and that little baby hump is the result. I find it absurd that I have actually looked at a pregnant woman and not instantly realized that sex was involved in the process, but whats more is that the thought of sex is actually an after thought haha.
Well blogger pants I just thought I would fill you in with that nonsense and make you fee like I still loved you, cuz lord knows I do.
PEACE
Hey man its been a long while since I graced your digital canvass with my words. Its been quite the trip to today too. First the weather outside has been frightful and even though I am an expert on driving on bad road conditions, I am scared shitless to drive in this effin state with the abilities of all the other drivers out there. So I have been a bit of a shut in this last week. Until this weekend rolled around, and I have been to Timbock Too and back. Just been a helluva weekend and funny thing is, alcohol was at a minimum. But such is life you have to ride the wave and some of them are monsters with huge pipes that can be vicious. So I have given myself a thin time line to get my ass up on that stage under those hot bright lights. I have been being that of a little bitch lately when its come to something I love. You know of course I am talking about the stand-up. I should have been doing stand up for the last 5 months now, but I have bitched out and been flaking out on myself for that time. Hiding behind the excuse that "I can not figure out how to write a joke". When the reality of the situation is, as much as I hate to admit it, my fear of rejection.
Today I had lunch with a high school friend and it was so great. To catch up and actually not be in Wisconsin when it happened.
Isn't it funny when you see someone who is pregnant, and you look at them and it clicks in your head that they had to have sex to get pregnant. Don't act like you have not taken that mental double take before. Like everyone who is over the age of 10 knows how people get pregnant. But for most people it never registers right away that the act of coitus has taken place and that little baby hump is the result. I find it absurd that I have actually looked at a pregnant woman and not instantly realized that sex was involved in the process, but whats more is that the thought of sex is actually an after thought haha.
Well blogger pants I just thought I would fill you in with that nonsense and make you fee like I still loved you, cuz lord knows I do.
PEACE
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