Hey everybody, I'm off this mothafucka for awhile. I'm supposed to be working on a script and I've been slacking. Email me @ estrada.jonathan@gmail.com and ask for my # or something and I'll take care of you.

To The Man:

If I were one of you higher level VPs I would have voluntarily made my life a little less fun by bringing my salary down to 40gs a year and save a couple of jobs.

So you don't go to Rome for a few years. So you drive a toyota corolla.

You can save lives. Families.

So no, upper level managers as you sit there with your eyes all red, I don't believe you do sympathize! Your tears are not necessary.

Sincerely,
The People

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So I’m alone this morning I’m at the light rail station facing
the east watching the sun come up and I can’t stop thinking about ....Anderson....
Silva

That fucker is completely bad ass.

And hopefully soon Nate Marquadt will get a 2^nd shot
at the Silva’s title. This fight will be so fuckin’ ninja, it’s not even funny.

I do a lot of gay things. I have a lot of gay tendencies and
I want to fess up to them. There’s no reason for me to keep it in the closet!
And my biggest motivation is taking the word “Gay” back. It’s used so often in
a negative connotation that when I make fun of something being gay my gay
friends overreact and start getting defensive about their word. (Yes Arvin, I’m
talking to you.) So then I try to backtrack and use another word and just end
up looking like a douchebag. ....

I love gay shit. LOVE it! In fact…I think gay shit is
fabulous.....

Main gay thing I love is what I’ve dubbed Pagina Rock. And I
fuckin’ love that shit….I’m talking Nickelback, Fuel, Lifehouse, Three Doors
Down…....

Fuck I even love the douchebags who play guitar and sing
ever so softly to the love that they lost.....

So yes…I’m kinda gay.....

Currently Listening to: Human - The Killers

The nature of all religion is to realize man's divine potential within himself.

But somewhere along the way, we've convinced ourselves of our individuality.  We have convinced ourselves that we are not special.  That we are not part of a greater whole.  That not only are we locked into these bodies, but all we are ARE these bodies.

We've forgotten our purpose.  It's purpose.

We are simply here to be but as we became bound to these mortal bodies we became distracted by pleasurable physiological reactions in our brain and bodies until some of us desired these distractions so strongly that we thought it acceptable to exploit our own brothers and sisters in order to have more and more and more until the system evolved into what it is now - the Machine. The Man.  The inequities of the greedy and the tyranny of the evil.

...never turn down ass for $3 drinks...

Thank you. That is all.

He's only ever saw t6his creature along the blue pain he dreams of visiting.  He's never been this close before.  Cautiously, he begins to circle her.  Her feet follows his lead.

Her thin legs lead up to a perfectly rotundt mAss of white feathers.  Their eyes lock as they continue the orbit unaware that they already are closer than either one would normally be.

Flashes of moments in another time or another place reside in their minds for seconds at at ime.  Bending down close to sniff at her thin legs, he breathes in more than her scent.  Both strange and wonderful, her slender lips brush up against he dark brown fur of his muzzle. 

In their eternal gaze eyes shoot adrenaline to each other's hearts.  Hearts beat fast creating the primitive beat that only curiosity can create.

His shoulder grazes her wing.  He snarls at her but with no teeth.  She gives a lazy squawk of resistance and pecks at him.  He responds with a lazy attempt at a bite.  They take turns with their small jabs; prodding to see who will break first.

Neither do.
It's forbidden
They continue along their paths.

Here are some pictures from Persephonie's birthday carnival that took place in December.

Here is the prize table. Paquita was in charge of decorating. She had a bunch of balloons and she turned the garage into the castle.


The kids played homemade (by me) games like "Pin the Nose on Squidworth" and "Crabb Patty Toss."





I also did face painting





Bryan,. Steven, and Rodney showed up


Manang Venus brought the girls


Persephonie gave a whack at the piñata. Minutes later she'll be crying because I wanted to bust it when none of the kids couldn't. ?


Definitely one of the best kids birthday parties I've created. I have many years to try to top it.

Tonight you made me realize that I need to make more of an effort to prioritize my time so that I can visit my friends more than once a year. You guys play Live '07? If you do, I gotta try to get down and get some human competition instead of the stupid computer. Shit, I got Madden 04 somewhere around here. My ass never took the time to learn to play it.

Anyway fool, I had went back to college. Tues and Thursdays. You know my Grandma who got money banked who lives in that big house on persimon ave. She gave me the downpayment for the van on the condition that I try to get a degree. Shit made sense to me, you feel? I need to do more than this office clerk bullshit.

It's pretty easy for me to find time on Friday nights though. I don't bounce anymore because Paquita got a part time job. So one of these Friday nights in March, I'm gonna try to get my Mother in Law to babysit so I can kick it a little. Been meaning to holla since your last myspace message.

Anyway fool, this shit is the best shit I've had in months. I finally got that "everything looks 3D" visual that I haven't seen in months even with some pretty cool purple. Tell your boy this shit is COO. Hey, these letters are floating off the computer screen. Hahaha. Damn fool, I gotta write this paper. Later!

Hey fool, I think I lost almost 50 lbs since I last seen you. Peace.

                We're living in a world where responsible-minded adults are banned from making their own recreational decisions.  A world where its glamorized to drink beverages known to cause domestic abuse, violence, and vehicular deaths but is demonized to cook with an herb that relieves the daily pain of arthritis, gout, cancer, aids, etc, etc. 

                The war on drugs has created this world, effectively failing at its initial goal.  Headed by the Christian right, it has cost tax-paying citizens countless billions since the beginning of prohibition.  It's time to take a good hard look at how we approach America's "drug problem."

                A few days ago, in Atlanta, a 92 year old woman was gunned down in her home by three police officers who were following standard procedure.  In Atlanta, it is legal and common to use excessive force to raid the home s of suspected non-violent drug users as long as a warrant is obtained.  It is also common practice, in poor high crime neighborhoods, for people to keep fire arms to protect themselves from potential burgulars.  Kathryn Johnson thought she was only protecting herself and her property from criminals.  The three officers thought there were only protecting themselves.  All could have been avoided with a simple knock at the door.

            The annual usage of SWAT tactics has increased from 3,000 to over 40,000 since Reagan first waged the war on drugs, 25 years ago.  These aggressive tactics were once reserved for the most extreme of violent criminals.  Today, they're used for routine searches.