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Your Knightmare in Shining Armor
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[Dec. 19th, 2008|04:47 pm] |
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I could not scream loud enough to express how I feel.
If only I could find some inner peace. |
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| My baby got hurt =( |
[Nov. 15th, 2008|03:26 am] |
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| |  crushed | ] |
So I was on my way home from work this morning, after a 12 hour day, which just dragged on and nothing went is planned. I'm on 880 north just before mission blvd, and due to construction the only lane open is the fast lane. I'm going maybe 50mph in traffic when everyone in front of me slams on their brakes down to about 25 almost instantly. So I break and move towards the center so people further back can see me braking and don't get hit.
Suddenly I see a flicker of light and hear screeching tires. I look over my right shoulder in time to see a car in the construction area (where no one was) spinning around to the left, right at me, I have maybe about 1 second before he hits me. I immediately look forward, theres no where to go, I'm trapped. Then there was a silence, a calm, as I waited what seemed like 30 seconds.
Did he miss me? I didn't hear him hit the guard ra-SMACK. Nope. No such luck. He tore my back bumper down a bit, he scuffed up my rim, I'm not sure what happened to my exhaust, but it sounds like an STI now. I kinda like it, but I'm afraid its not healthy for the engine. I don't know if any mechanical damage was incurred, everything SEEMS ok. And yes, I am fine. No injuries to report. My baby isn't though. My baby has been beat up.
FUCK.
Its 2am, I just worked a 12 hour day, I had 8 hours to go home, sleep, and come back for another maybe 10-12 hour day. Now I have to deal with this shit.
FUCK. |
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| Take your time... dont live too fast |
[Jun. 20th, 2008|04:26 pm] |
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Simple Man
ont live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and youll find love,
And dont forget son,
There is someone up above.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Wont you do this for me son,
If you can?
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| Thanks, Mr. Obvious, I hadn't realized that. |
[Jun. 1st, 2008|11:09 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Tulsa, OK | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | crappy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Falynn - MC Chris | ] |
My horoscope for today:
"You gain strength today by making time to be by yourself. Although you prefer to be interacting with others most of the time, sometimes you need to replenish your energy by eliminating all the noisy distractions. Even if it feels uncomfortable, a bit of solitude now could be just what the doctor ordered." |
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| Lets see what happens... |
[May. 20th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
Comment and I will:
1. Tell you why I befriended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ. |
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| Outloud |
[Apr. 17th, 2008|04:33 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Outloud - Dispatch | ] |
Outloud
By: Dispatch
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| Wierd ass dream... |
[Mar. 7th, 2008|07:41 am] |
Okay, so here I am in Venezuela, its a crime ridden town with few who speak english, I've been stressed the whole time and trying to cope while doing my job.
Last night, I had one of the oddest dreams I've ever had.
The beginning is a bit fuzzy, I was driving around with my brother and krista (I think krista was driving?) and my dad was driving his jeep (which he has sold) with a boat attached to it? Anywho, we're driving along and Jeremy is obsessing over buying diamonds, he just can't seem to get over some deal he found and can't talk about anything but buying diamonds.
So we're driving along and all the sudden the left front wheel bursts and sparks start flying everywhere, krista wrestles the car off the road and somehow we end up stranded on the top of some small structure, 30 feet in the air.
I'm not sure how we got down, then next thing I remember I'm walking through downtown Livermore looking for my car, which my brother refuses to tell me where he parked it because he's obsessed with diamonds. I'm alone at this point, I don't know where everyone else went. I come across some white teenagers giving a bunch of shit to some black guys. I tell the white kids to basically get a life and start chatting with the black guys. We hit it off and I somehow end up in a restaurant of something with all their friends dancing with some guy(?).
Somewhere in here, they turn into some sort of Spanish speaking people, whether it be Mexican or Venezuelan. I also seemed to hit it off with some hottie from this group at one point or another.
Suddenly, we here a noise outside. We run out and see what appears to be a massive fire-ball of a meteor coming through the atmosphere. I then realize its a lot closer then I first thought and it seems to crash into a house just down the street. Mysteriously, it rises out of the house in a ghost like state and comes right at me. I'm very fearful at first. Then it envelopes me, and I get a strange sense of calm, of knowing all is OK.
I go back to the african-american/mexican/venezuelan people I was hanging out with and start talking to that girl I hit it off with. I tell her, "Esta Dios" (yes, I actually spoke in spanish in my dream) which means "Its God", I think. For some reason, I was certain this was a supernatural power, whether it be god or not, and it had picked me to "possess" in some way. I also tell that random dude I was dancing with that "Esta Dios".
Soon after Police surround the house we're in. They're after one of the guys thats with us. He is falsely accused of murder. Somehow, I know that this supernatural power has given ME its power. I can control all of space and time, but how? The cops bust in the door and we all run out. I am trying my hardest to protect everyone with me from the bullets being shot at us. We escape into some sort of a van and haul ass out of there. We run into a supermarket to try to avoid the police. Soon enough, they are in the parking lot, they have found our van. A couple guys come into the store and we nonchalantly exit and run down an allay, while I use my "power" to make us invisible or at least make them not notice us, looking for some sort of get away. And lo and behold, we find my car (ah such the perfect get away car ;) We all pile in, just as the police find us, and I once again start to protect everyone, and my beautiful car, from the barrage of bullets headed our way, this time, I am confident in my abilities.
I'm not sure if there was anything after that... I think I woke up.
This was such an odd dream for a couple reasons. A, I was blessed with the powers of a god, something thats never happened to me in a dream. B, I spoke spanish in my dream, but that probably has to do with the fact that I'm in a spanish speaking country, and I'm emersed by the language.
I really enjoyed that dream, I wish I could have it again =) |
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[Nov. 20th, 2007|03:00 pm] |
I miss my old friends. I miss all the fun we had, all the completely idiotic irresponsible things we did. I wish I could go back to when things were more simple, and all you had to worry about was how to have some fun.
Don't you wish you could go back with me? |
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| Yes, Giselle, I am a lyrics whore. |
[Sep. 26th, 2007|03:53 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Schism - Tool | ] |
Schism
Tool
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers
between supposed lovers
And I know the pieces fit. |
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| Never see just what we're meant to be.... |
[Sep. 19th, 2007|03:34 pm] |
Bizarre Love Triangle
Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living the life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You say the words that I can't say
I feel fine and I feel good
I feel like I never should
Whenever I get this way
I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
Every time I see you falling
I'll get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say |
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| So, Its over. |
[Sep. 14th, 2007|09:23 am] |
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Where do I start? How about, unrequited love is a bitch.
I spoke to her again. She's fairly certain that she could never love me more than a friend. It's probably best this way, but that doesn't change how I feel.
I love her. I really do. I was afraid to say it because I wasn't sure if it was reciprocated (its not, obviously). But I do love her. She made me smile, she made me happy.
But now its over.
God I hate this feeling. |
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| Thinking, "Oh, is it love?" |
[Aug. 21st, 2007|05:21 pm] |
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| | Oh, It Is Love - Hellogoodbye | ] |
You know, you can apply anything to your current situation, it just takes some selective sight to only see the things that agree with what you want to see. I do this a lot when I'm listening to music. But this song is different, it really gets to me because I don't have to ignore any part of it, it fits so nicely.
Thanks Elley =D
Oh, It Is Love
By Hellogoodbye
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