Pictures at the bottom.....

As some of you may have heard already, my friend Paul and I were in a car accident last Sunday night. Paul was driving his Honda Civic and I was the front seat passenger.




We were headed up to Jackson Rancheria to play slots with our free points. So we were on Highway 16, otherwise known as the Jackson highway, headed eastbound. Right before our turn to highway 49 there is a left hand turn lane coming from the opposite direction. There were two or three cars in that lane about to make a left, crossing our lane to get onto highway 124 to Ione.




We were slowing down because our turn was just ahead. At about 50 mph we both realized that these asshole were turning left right in front of us. Paul slammed on the brakes and tried to avoid by turning right a little bit. We figure the impact was at about 40 mph.




Needless to say the other car was right in front of us and there wasn't much we could do. I remember the airbags exploding right in front of my face and hearing a hella loud bang. I immediately undid my belt and stumbled out of the car. I was winded from the seatbelt and had a hard time catching my breath for several minutes. I was limping and could tell that I smashed my leg up against the dash or something. Also my left hand hurt like a motherfucker.




Paul got out of the car a few seconds afterwards and all I remember is him standing there in shock. I was sort of out of it so I don't recall what he was doing. I was too busy trying to catch my breath and calm down.




Out from the other car was five teenagers. None of them could have been more than 17. There were several witnesses and they all saw the whole thing. Everyone knew it was the other kids fault. It was obviously clear. There were about five people or so walking around in circles looking for a cell phone signal.




I guess someone finally got through 'cause about five minutes later we heard sirens. The first on the scene was a sheriff or CHP. I couldn't tell. He was in an SUV. He asked me and Paul if we were ok and we both shook our heads "yes". Then he started to make sure the kids in the other car were ok, and had to start yelling at one them because she was yelling at passing vehicles. He told her to calm down and just sit down otherwise she would be in the back seat of his car.




Someone came up to me and saw the whole thing happen. I can't remember if he said he was directly behind us or directly behind the kids in the other car. He gave me his cell phone number.




The paramedics arrived shortly afterwards, about two or three minutes I guess, and started checking over the kids. They didn't really talk to me or Paul I guess because the CHP guy that got there first told them we were fine.




Well not really....

I finally caught my breath a bit and was able to sit down. A fireman approached me very calmly and quietly and asked me if I was ok. I told him my leg, chest, and hand hurt. So he summoned over one of the paramedics and she started poking me in the stomach. It hurt quite a bit when she did that, but I told her that I think it was just from the seatbelt. Well she wanted to make sure that there wasn't anything else more serious going on, and they can't always tell on the scene if there's internal bleeding or anything, so she told me she thought I really should go to the hospital and get checked out. I was reluctant at first because I am not insured and sure as fuck can not afford a trip to the hospital. Then Paul said to me that if anything his insurance would cover it anyways. I thought about for a second, and realizing that I was also feeling fairly dizzy and quite nautious I decided to go with their recommendation. So they walked me over to the ambulance and took me inside.




One of the kids from the other car was in there already and they were working on him. I'm not sure what his problem was, but I did see the seatbelt rash on his chest. After about five minutes the paramedic asked me how I was feeling, and I told her that I was going back and forth between nausea and dizziness, and my mouth was hella dry. She told me just to tell her if anything else was going on.




A few minutes later I told them that I really just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open and felt utterly exhausted. At the point the two paramedics looked at each other, and one of them made a twirling motion with his finger as to suggest a helicopter be brought in for me. He turned to me and told me that they were gonna get one. Because they can't tell if I have internal injuries or something else going on it was the safest precaution.




So they kicked the other kid out of the ambulance, not sure what happened with him. They strapped me into the gurney and stabilized my legs and head so I couldn't move. It was about a five minute drive to a landing zone and we sat there for a couple minutes when we got there. I could hear the helicopter coming and the paramedic told me my bird was there.




They unloaded me out of the ambulance and rolled me over to the helicopter. Keep in mind my legs are slightly above my head, and my head is strapped down. All I could see was straight up into the black starlit sky. When we got to the helicopter it was fucking HELLA loud, and the rotor blades looked like they were only three feet in front of my face. I had no depth perception from that angle. It was scarrier than shit! And while they're fucking around with getting everything just right to load me up, one of the helicopter guys actually stepped up onto one of the rails of the gurney to do something, and I'm just thinking Oh shit! I'm gonna see this motherfuckers head fly off and have a headless corpse fall on me splattering blood all over my face or some shit.




Luckily that didn't happen.




The helicopter ride was ok actually. I wish I coulda seen out the window but I couldn't turn my head. I could only see reflections of city lights bouncing off the windows. The ride was only about ten minutes, and flew at 2500 feet.




So we get to San Juan Mercy or whatever it is and they wheel me inside and start stripping off my clothes and asking me all these questions and shit. Some tech starts taking X-Rays of my leg and hand. I'm shivering and tangled up in IV tubes and heart monitors and shit all over the place. It fucking sucked.




A while later they take me to another room and do some CAT scans on me to make sure i have no internal injuries. That takes about 15 minutes or so. So they wheel me back into the original room I was in, throw a bunch of warm blankets on me and leave me there. Right before I was left along I told a nurse that I felt like I was gonna piss. So she left me a container hanging on the left side of the gurney.




Well all of my injuries were on my left side. I had to piss like a god damned race horse and couldn't grab the container for shit 'cause my left hand was busted up. It was also very difficult to reach over with my right hand because my chest still hurt like hell. Somehow or another I finally managed to get a hold of it, brought it down to dick level, and let the good times roll. FUCK! I had to piss. 1000 cc's! That's about a litre and a half, maybe even two litres, not quite sure.


But it sure was a fucking lot!

So about a half hour later They finally came back and told me that I had a chipped bone in my thumb, and no broken bones in my legs or chest. And they also said the CAT scan came back negative. No internal injuries.




So some tech wrapped up my arm (wich I think he did a fairly shitty job of), and got me a leg brace and crutches. I started to laugh a little when I realized I needed the crutch for my left leg, but it was also my left hand that was fucked up.


Doesn't make using crutches that easy!

He helped me get dressed and got my shit for me and I slowly hobbled out of there. Took me about ten minutes just to go about 30 feet. Right as I walked out into the waiting room I saw Paul and his friend Angie coming in. THANK YOU so much to Angie for coming all the way out there to pick up Paul and bring him back to me and take us home.




PEOPLE! SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Trust me! You DO NOT NEED THAT FUCKING LANE THAT FUCKING BAD! Take your god damned time. If you can't tell how far away another car is, or how fast or slow they might be going, then just FUCKING WAIT! It'll only take about another thirty seconds or so, if that. THANK FUCKING GOD that Paul was not going that fast in the first place. Only another five or ten miles an hours faster and things could have been a lot worse for both of us, and for the teenagers in the other car.

So this is what Uncle Jimmy looks like when he's getting waxed kids! Got it done by my awesome friend Amanda. She's very sanitary and just hella cool to work with. She said I did very good! In fact it didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought it was going too. Probably shoulda taken some "before" pics before we got started but oh well. You get the idea.


My left armpit getting tweezed




My arm looks hella cool in this pic, and that's the only reason I'm sharing it with you. Well also to show you that my left armpit is now HAIRLESS!!!




My right armpit with hair




Applying the wax




Ready to rip!!!




RIP!!!




The prrof is in the strip




I decided it was time to wear some shades for our session




'Cause I had to look at this all night




And this (my friend Mattee)




A hairless armpit is a happy armpit!




Time for the chest



















And this is what a healthy happy hairless Jimmy looks like!

I was talking to my friend Stef and we're in agreement that a road trip for a day is in order. Unfortunately I can't go with her because she lives in Utah.

I'd like to head out on a cloudy Fall day with a bit of rainfall.
A mocha in the cupholder and plenty of battery power in the camera.
A couple packs of smokes and some cash for greasy diner eats.
Get the fuck outta town and clear this broken-hearted head of mine.
An empty two lane highway ahead of me.
Mountains on the horizon, a chill in the air, and sunbeams through the clouds.

Good driving music in the cd player. Sigor Ros, New Order, Joy Division, TV On the Radio, Radiohead etc etc...
Rest stops and vista viewpoints.
Stretching my legs and taking in the rain-fresh air.
Drizzle from the sky and wet pavement under my feet.
Doritos, Pepsi, Snickers, and some jerky.
My facial hair itchy and growing back in by the end of the day.
Coming home to a warm comfy bed and maybe snugglin' with someone if I'm lucky.

Or just coming home and having a wild orgy with nineteen year old emo cheerleader chicks.

You know I can understand a companies desire to have everyone in a uniform of some sort or another, but seriously, with the billions and billions these corporate assholes are making, you'd think they could afford a fucking fashion consultant before they make their decision and make us all look like idiots!

Colors for tops should be as follows (in no particular order):
Black
Tan
Grey
White
Earth tones basically.

Colors for the bottoms should be as follows (also in no particular oder):
Black
Tan
And grey but ONLY if you are in service, like a technician.

The following colors should be used for highlight or logo purposes only!
Green
Blue
Red
Purple
Yellow
Or anything else that is NOT Black, Tan, Grey, or White!

My new job at Target is RAD!!! I know it sounds silly but it's a lot of fun and fucking easy. I'm a cashier and everyday that I have worked there I have seen people I know. My first day the Groovie Ghoulies came through my lane. HAHAHA! And then today Gerry Reynolds came through my line. He's a local celebrity, some sportscaster guy. No big deal, but still it's fucking funny. And also today a couple of old women came through and one of them looked at my arms and said "Sorry about your tattoos". HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! So I was like "waddya mean"? And she said "Oh, well the pain of course". I'm like "Aw it was worth it though! I mean, they look good now right"? She then asked me if I had a wife, to wich I quickly replied "NO"! Meaning HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL NO!!! So as she's walking away she says "Well here's something for you to read" and she hands me one of those little fucking religious pamphlets. HAHAHAHAHA!!! Fucking AWESOME!!! WOO HOO!!! I threw it away.

So I'm getting ready for bed, right. And there's a couple things I need to take care of first. Brushing my teeth and taking a shit. Now here's the problem. I really needed to take that monster dump. But I didn't wanna do that, and then brush my teeth knowing that I had just had my hand down in the crack of my ass wiping away only god knows what. So I had to choose very carefully. I chose the only path that would allow me life for one more day. I brushed my teeth first! And man I gotta tell ya, that was one long tough journey!

The acronym MILF at times may also mean

MEN

I'd

Like to

Fuck.

And that's very frightening.

Speaking of being gay, I want a real kitchen someday. Not necassarily a huge kitchen, but a very well stocked, ergonomic, and practical layout for all my nacho and burrito fantasies to come to fruition.

Check out this funny ass shit!

So I've been looking around for a second part-time job 'cause I need the money, right. Well I go into Target and fill out their computerized application thingy they have there in the store. When I'm done the computer says to pick up the red phone and follow the "team member's instructions". I pick up the phone, it rings, some dude picks up. I tell him I finished the application. He says Great I'll send someone right over. A couple moments later this lady comes in and asks for Jim (that's me!), and I'm like RIGHT HERE!

She brings me into the secret interview room, and after about three minutes, HIRES ME!!!!!!!

How fucking funny is that shit! I got hired on at Target of all places, and practically ON THE SPOT!!!!!

If ya live in the Sacto area, it's the one over on Broadway. Don't start for a couple weeks yet, but when I do I'll let ya know. Come by and see me! I'm gonna be a cashier!!!

WOO HOO!!!

Well some of y'alls out there may have missed me the last nine months online, and I'm sure that many more of you didn't even notice I was gone. WOO HOO!! I finally moved back to Sacramento CA the night of July 31st '04. Packed up everything I owned into my little Mazda wagon and drove down. Left at about 2am. At the WA/OR border I took a right and hit the coast on my way down. Yeah the Oregon coast is an awesome sight to see. Fucking gorgeous. I stopped at the Tillamook cheese factory and took the free self guided tour. Cool stuff. I love me some cheese and Tillamook makes some yummy stuff. Got me a little bar of smoked cheddar. MMMMmmm!! Drove down to Newport OR and hanged out on the beach for about ten minutes. Pretty nice little town. I love the coast that's fer sure. Headed back over to I-5 from there and spent the rest of the day and night on my way back to the bay area. Fuck that was a long drive. In all, I was on the road for twentyfive fucking hours straight. Probably shouldn't have went down the coast, but I figured I probably wouldn't get a chance to take that trip for a while so fuck it. Anyhow I finally got to my best friends house in Half Moon Bay CA hella late in the morning. The next day we went out to his parents house to put my shit in storage. We drove through Tracy and Stockton and on the way there I started to regret coming down here. Ironic. I was miserable in Seattle and couldn't wait to get the fuck out, but then when I get here I'm totally bummed and hating it. I was looking around and seeing all the bullshit stripmalls and it was just fucking dirty and unoriginal. No character to it whatsoever. A fucking wasteland of stripmalls and death. Blegh! So my first week here I hanged out with my buddy in Half Moon Bay. The next weekend I went to Sacramento for the weekend to hang with friends and stuff. Well I met this really nice girl through a mutual friend. It was her birthday and we all went out drinking. Well I end up at the b-day girls house that night and we got a little naughty. The next morning I woke up and said I gotta go, and she said don't go yet, so I figured what the hell and I hanged out with her. Then that night we went to our friends house to watch movies and again I said I gotta go, and again she and everyone else said no. So I stayed the night again. To make a long story short, this girl ends up being my girlfriend and I end up living with her. What a mistake that was. Well I end up being a total fucking loser in this relationship and she supports me, buys me food and smokes and gives me money. The whole nine yards. I just couldn't find work. Finally I found work with Sears, but it turned out to be a total disaster. I still didn't make any money at all. After a few weeks the girl finally kicked my loser ass outta the house. Partly cause I was being a fucking loser, partly cause I wasn't into the relationship thing at the time and she knew it cause eventually I had told her. So I stayed with some good friends for about four months. I got a job with a heating and air company as a lead generator. I sit at the Home Depot all day and schedule appointments for free consultations. Fucking most boring thing I've ever done in my life. I need to get back in the porn biz and soon. But it's a paycheck for now. I finally found a place to live with a friend I met through another friend. We're living in a three bed two bath house with a garage and basement for only $900/mo, Killer deal. Nice place. I've got my own bathroom and the kitchen is huge (fucking ugly as sin though). So basically right now my life is super boring. My weekends are on Tue and Wed wich totally sucks, I'm not making that much money right now, and I'm just basically bored to tears at the moment. No big deal though cause I learned a lot about myself during my four year tour of duty up in Seattle. And I'm much happier with myself now. I also learned a lot from being with that girl for a couple months. I've learned that I don't need someone in my life to make me feel complete or to be happy. I've also learned that I just don't wanna be in a relationship right now and that's just fine by me. First time ever in my life I've felt like this. It's a good place to be. I've also learned that I just make a terrible boyfriend anyways. I just couldn't be bothered. So now I got a place to live, I'm back online again finally and I'm just working on catching up with bills and stuff. All very boring shit really. Anyhow here's some pics of my trip down here. Take care and have fun!

That's right! I'm headed back to CA tonight!! WOO HOO!! Ok this is gonna be kinda a long one, but it's rather important and I would really like it if ya read the whole thing through because this is coming straight from my heart. If ya wanna respond, please do so in here in my blog. Thanks! I'll probably be able to check my mail later today, and I'll probably repost this again, but after tonight, I may not be online for a couple days or so. Who knows anything can happen though. For those of you that I speak with on various instant messengers, I'll probably be on those very rarely. So call my cell 206-679-7462. And don't forget to write!! Some of y'alls owe me some emails anyways! Well, and I owe some of ya some emails too. Now I know a lot of y'alls had heard me do nothing but bitch and bitch and talk shit about Seattle, but I should also say, that there are things that I do like, and some things I will miss. For one thing www.kexp.org!! This is the BEST fucking radio station ANYWHERE hands down! I'm SOOOOOOOO glad that I discovered it while being here. Please check it out. They have different shows every night from country to blues to rockabilly to punk and wrap and world music, and they play anything that's popular to stuff you would NEVER hear EVER on ANY commercial radio station ANYWHERE!!! I'm gonna miss that station very much! Since I've been up here, I've also discovered how much I enjoy doing the whole outdoorsy thing and going hiking and shit like that. I just wish I could have done it more. I plan on not missing out on that anymore in the future when I'm back in CA. I'm also gonna miss driving outta town and seeing the surrounding areas, and that's something else that I didn't do nearly enough, and also plan on doing more stuff like that when I get back to CA. Travelling and road tripping has become very important and dear to me. I'm also gonna miss hanging out at Cafe Minnies all the time a couple years ago when they had their old crew. Kristin, Fara, Ricky, Satci, Jim, Rebekka, and a few others. If ya go there ever, it's on 1st and Denny, get the Tiajana veggie burger!!!! MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm!! In the nearly four years that I have been up here, I've gone through a lot of personal changes that some of ya folks back in Sacto may, or may not for that matter, notice. When I first came up here, I had a hard time going out. Hell I had a hard time WANTING to go out. So it was difficult for me at first to make any friends. I just wasn't into the bar thing anymore or the clubs or even live shows. I had stopped drinking all together, and that dramatically reduced my tolerance for going out. I had become very reserved and quite the stuffy grumpy bastard. I had isolated myself, and basically became a hermit. I suffered through a very severe depression for a couple years here, BUT!, I also learned to recognize it, acknowledge it, and I finally came to terms with that part of my being. As soon as I was able to do that, a lot of my anxieties and worries about certain things didn't seem so bad anymore. So in this time here, while being a hermit, I've learned to be more comfortable with myself and have learned a lot about who I really am and what I want and what I enjoy out of life. I still have a long way to go in many ways and in many aspects of my life, but I'm a lot better off mentally now than I was back in CA. And ironically, I have Seattle to thank for that. Now of course, there are gonna be some people I'm gonna miss very much. Not all of them are here on myspace, but I still need to give them a shout out anyways. Fara... I miss ya a bunch and wish we coulda hanged out more outside of Minnies. You were always so much fun to be around, and ya made me smile and feel good about myself. And yer a fucking hotty too! Jim, thanks for all the good service and convos down there at Minnies too. Call me if yer ever in CA. Rebekka... All smiles all the time. Yer just so wonderful to be around and I wish we coulda hanged out a lot more too. April... Yer such a sweetheart and I think yer were my first real friend up here. You were the first one that gave me a chance. You were still friendly to me when I first met ya and was all grumpy and shit all the time. And OH MY GOD!! THAT ASS!! DEM HIPS!! Staci... You were the first person that invited to me a private party, and that was hella cool. Thank you for being so friendly and making me feel welcome here. Ricky! He's back home in Iowa or some place like that or something, but man he was fucking FUNNIER than shit! And he hooked me up with SO much food at Minnies all the time! Thanks dude! Marci... I hope ya can find the man that yer looking for to fill in those gaps in your life. And NO people I'm not talking about the usual gaps that pervy Jimbo's always talking about! In the meantime though, remember August of '03? YEAH! Let's do that again sometime!! Dianna... Always a fucking riot to talk with on the phone. Drama drama drama, but it was so much fun talking with ya all those late nights. You definitely have to hit me up when ya get down to the Bay Area hun! My crew at the Crypt.. You guys already know how I feel cause I left ya that long note on my last night of work there. Thanks for letting me work with y'alls. Yer definitely the best group of folks I've ever worked with. Lisa... Oh my god what a sweetheart. And ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!! THAT SKIN!! No words can define how fucking hot I think you are! Listen people, I don't know what the hell is the problem with guys out there in this world, but for some reason, this girl is having a hard time finding a dude that will hang with her. DO NOT LET HER GO EASILY!!! I can only fucking DREAM of having a girlfriend as fucking HOT and SWEET and NICE as she is. I wish we coulda hanged out more and gotten to know each other better. Melissa... You're a great friend and it's regretful that we couldn't hang out more. Your husband truly is a lucky guy to have such a hot babe of a wife. Yer so genuinely friendly and you're so open minded and I love that about you! To the kids down there in T-town Tacoma!! Jamey and James. Man You guys just fucking ROCK and I'm so sorry that we were only able to hang out that one time. You guys better keep in touch god damn it! Misha... I just met you on here a few days ago, but yer really cool and I wish that I coulda met ya earlier and been able to get to know ya and spend some time with ya. I think you and I coulda had some fun on some road trips here and there. I know that you appreciate that as much as I do. When ya get to CA sometime, let's go to the Winchester Mystery House!! Keith... I use to work with this guy at R&R until we were both canned. He's helped me out in so many ways that I can't even begin to explain. Hey folks, Jimbo MIGHT be comeing back to town in the not too distant future if Keith gets his store open. It'll be the best fucking porno store this town has seen!! So keep yer eyes peeled! Jason... My room mate and also a previous co-worker. That dude has fucking put up with so much of my shit and has also helped me A LOT with a lot of shit. I can't believe how much BS I've put him through and he STILL fucking helped me out! And last, but most certainly not least, my friend Kristin. I don't even know where to begin. When I first encountered her she was working at Cafe Minnies, and I thought she was just some snobby gothy cunt fucking bitch! Boy was I fucking WRONG!!! She truly is the biggest fucking god damn sweetheart in the whole wide world. When I first realized how fucking cool she was, I had passed around a story from my past about some anal sex I had with a girl many years ago ( the story is in my blog! Go check it out! True Anal Stories). Well I passed it around to the crew at Minnies, and everyone just kinda had a shocked look on their face, and could barely muster up a simple chuckle for my funny story. Well not Kristin! She fucking busted out laughing and cracking up and couldn't stop. It was the funniest and cutest thing ever. And that's when I knew she was cool. So after that we started talking and it turned out that we had some things in common and things we could really relate to. Then we started hanging out all the time and going for some drives and going to some hella cool places. I've had the best times with her, and my fondest memories are going to be of her and I hanging out and bumming money and smokes from each other and going on day trips. We've been to some really cool places together hun and I'm gonna miss having you around for that. Someday you HAVE to come to CA and we can go do that stuff again but down there! I love ya hun and I'm going to miss you very very much. Well as much as I hate being here, and as much as I'm looking forward to being back in CA again, I am gonna miss some things about Seattle, and I am gonna take some good things away from this experience. Take care and have fun everyone! Peace out!

It's all about Sigur Ros! My god! Have y'alls listened to them? Jesus fucking christ it's beautiful! Awesome road tripping music too. Especially during the sunrise. I haven't had an emotional impact like this from music since I first discovered the Butthole Surfers and then Joy Division. This stuff makes me feel so many contradictory emotions all at once. Terrified, elated, guilty, justified, alive, numb. I feel an epiphony as I listen through an album. And then at the end, I feel as though I have confessed or some shit. Now I need me some money so I can get me some My Morning Jacket, Mogwai, and ummm, um, some other shit too. I did score a good one though on Friday. Payday of course. I had some music stuck in my head. Music from way back. A long time ago. I have it on tape, but I never listen to music at home, so I haven't heard it in a long time. And I wanted to listen to it in my car while driving. Big Black! Specifically the song Kerosene. MY GOD that shit just fucking rocks my asshole in two! It's fucking RELENTLESS!!!!! And I found that album on cd used for six bucks! WOO HOO!!! Anyways. I just needed to get that out. If ya get a chance, go check out the band House on Ponce De Leon. They're on my friends list. http://www.myspace.com/houseonponcedeleon They're from LODI too!! Right next door to my hometown of Galt! Would ya believe that? And also check out the Evening Episode from my other hometown of Sacramento. http://www.myspace.com/theeveningepisode And then when ya get the chance, go check out Girle. http://www.myspace.com/girle No hometown action here ladies and gentleman, because she's from, well, from Australia. Then rape me in the ass and tell your grandkids all about it. Goodnight!

So lately I've been really agitated and grumpy. I hate it up here in Seattle. The weather is shit and the women, they just ain't horny or something.

So I thought it would be a good idea for me to get the fuck outta town, even for a day, to like straighten my head out and shit. So I talked my best friend Kristin into going on a day trip with me. I didn't have any money, but I needed to get the fuck out, so she payed for the gas. Bless her heart! I owe her bigtime!!

Anyhow. So we decided to just head eastbound on I-90. Out towards eastern WA. Some of you who have not been to WA may not know, that east of the Cascade mountains, it's all pretty much just a desert. It was fucking hot today too. Had the a/c on the whole time. Totally awesome!

So after about three hours of driving, we end up at the Wild Horses monument. It's this fucking cool metal sculpture thingy up on a hill top next to the highway. Real scenic view looking down into the river and across the highway and over the bridge. Kinda in a canyon or something.

Anyways. So the horses are up on this hill, and me and Kristin go climbing up there. Kristin got worn out and started heading down, and I went all the way up. So I'm standing around in the middle of all these iron horses, all by myself, taking pics and just sorta feeling the moment, when all the sudden outta nowhere, SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A muthafucking F-14 Tomcat goes speeding by right over my head!! Fucking awesome! Then just a second later, a SECOND motherfucking Tomcat goes screaming by! Right in front of me off the hill!! Fucking RAD! So then I look to my right, and there's a THIRD motherfucker coming this way! He's on his side like swooping around this little hill I'm on. Dude I was like totally fucking blown away. AWESOME SHIT!!!

I mean, here I am on this hilltop with all these majestic sculptures of horses in the middle of the desert, looking down at the river in the canyon, and three motherfucking fighter jets go screaming by right by my fuckig head! How rad is that? Pretty much made my day. This is why I love taking road trips. Especially to somewhere you've never been before. You never know what's going to happen, and it always seems to bring you home refreshed and with a different perspective. I always feel more capable afterwards.

Anyhow. If ya wanna see the pics, direct yer browser thingy to http://groups.msn.com/xolo666/daytriptoeasternwa62104.msnw

Have fun and take care everyone.

 

So yeah I was just able to watch it. Pretty fucking brutal shit man. I just don't get why people have to be like that. I mean, I don't get why we have to have this war and all that shit too, cause it's all fucking stupid. But shit like that only makes people angry. It made me angry. Not so much because it's an American or whatever, but because it's just fucking cruel and wrong and stupid. The thing I hate about people that make war, is that they don't really understand what it's all about. What I mean, is that we're all just trying to live our stupid little lives. When we fucking bomb people from several thousand miles away and they don't even know what's coming to them, all those people are tyring to do is get ready for work, feed the kids, go to the disco, have some sex, pay their bills, eat some food, take a shit, get gas for the car, go see a movie, talk with a friend on the phone or whatever. Shit like that. We're all just trying to do our stupid little shit is all. And then people with their fucking bussiness interests and comical religious beliefs feel like they can inflict their fucking pain on everyone else. It's like.... leave me alone people. That's how I felt about 9/11. I know this country does some fucked up shit to other countries in this world and all that, but come on. Nobody there was trying to fucking oppress anyone or dominate the world with satanism or any of that shit. Just like the dude on the tape. He's just trying to have a fucking life is all. So I really don't like any of 'em. The government, organized religion, fanatical religion, the military, terrorists. None of those people actually get what life is all about. The funny thing is that they think they do. But they don't. And sadly, all of these people, American or not, feel that they know what's best for the world and the people in this world, so unfortunately, innocent people are always on the ass end of the deal when they decide to do something. Anyways. So yeah people are stupid. I think the best thing to do, is to give free penis pumps to all men on the planet, wether they are well hung or not, so that they can finally fucking just GET OVER it and leave everyone else the fuck alone!!

So at work the other night, a dude came in and was talking to one of the female employees about breasts or something. And then he came up to me, and asked me if he could feel my breasts, because they are very nice he added. I said "NO"! And took a step back. And he was obviously feeling rejected. And then they went looking at clothes with the female employee, and asked her why I wasn't helping them, because I was so hot or some shit like that. WHERE IN THE FUCK ARE THE WOMEN AT GOD DAMN IT!!! WHY DON"T WOMEN TREAT ME LIKE THAT AT WORK GOD DAMN IT!!!! Come into my store and shop you fuckers! All you sluts and ho's get my god damn discount yo! 30% off of clothing, and 20% off of everything else! So yeah a couple days ago, a lesbian couple came in and they were taking advantage of our sale on women's clothing, and they were trying shit on. Well the older looking one that was taller tried on these vinyl pants with these metal hoops that go all the way down the length of the pant on the side, so like ya can see her sking and stuff. And she put them on, and came out of the dressing room so her friend could see and stuff, and GOD DAMN!!!! She was fucking hot! And I am normally a very modest and reserved individual (equate with boring) but I had no shame in telling her that she needed to buy them pants cause they was fucking hot on her and she looked fucking good! How did I put it to her?..... Oh yeah! "I saw ya in those, and thought to myself, now that's good stuff right there"! She was very thankful, and even blushed a little. And let's not forget of course, about the old mildly retarted man that came in a couple weeks ago. He told me that he came out of the closet, and he was very happy to be gay now. He was pretty old, and ugly, glasses, stooped over, kinda smelly, and mumbled a lot. So anyways, he was kinda cute too, not cute as in I wanna bone ya cute, but cute as in a cute old man kinda cute, know what I mean. Anyways. So he told me that now that he's gay, he was looking for a young, handsome, rich boy for his new boyfriend, and he kept looking at me, and telling me that he believes in love at first sight and shit, and he kept looking at me. Then I went away. Then he followed me. Then he asked me for a hug, and I said "NO"! And then I told him that I don't hug anyone, and that hugs are for losers or something like that. Yet again, I have crushed the hopes and dreams and fantasies for another gay man. I am the gay-man-heart breaker. I crush their souls. Anyways, I'm a pervert and am sick of typing, and now I want to go have sex with an older lesbian women that has a nice figure or something.

That's right folks. The weather today was nearly perfect. Absolutely clear blue beautiful skies, and it was even warm. I was driving around with the sunroof open, and even had the ac on for a few minutes!! I drove my friend Kristin to work, and we were coming off of Capitol Hill onto Denny way, and there was a perfect view of the Space Needle, with the Olympic Mountains in the back drop. GORGEOUS!!! It was once again a sad reminder of how much I miss California, and am hoping to get back. If my buddy and I can't get this property we need to start our own store, then I'm headed back home to California sometime in June or July. And I can't fucking wait! I've been chatting with a girl online for the past couple weeks, and she was able to put Seattle into perspective for me. She said that Seattle has no soul, and that people that love it here generally don't either. I'm inclined to agree. The weather here really does fuck people up. I also realized the other day, that even though it rains here all the time, it never SMELLS like rain. Know what I mean? Like back In CA, when it rained, you could smell it. You could smell the asphault after rain, and it smelled clean. Everything smelled clean after rain. Not so up here. It never smells that way, and I miss it alot. Weird. So here's some song lyrics that I really love, and sort of express my feelings of Seattle. It's by Postal Service, called This Place is a Prison this place is a prison and these people aren't your friends inhaling thrills through $20 bills and the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again ther're guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth and you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound, but you are not permitted to leave i know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen in my living room late last night, it was almost to bright to see and i know that it's not a party if it happens every night pretending there's glamour and candelabra when you're drinking by candlelight what does it take to get a drink in this place? what does it take, how long must i wait?