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- Mainshaft Subass W/Wire
- Finger Connect Crimp Tool
[Listening to: David Bowie, "The Last Thing You Should Do"]
I'm done.The day has come to an end; the sun is over my head -- my polyamorous friend got me in a mess of trouble again. But no more. No more empty smiles. No more time wasted wondering. No more second job-based rescue plans. No more backrubs.
It's not that I don't think you're beautiful anymore, because we both know that I do. Your eyes are captivating, your smile magnetic. But you don't see me the way that I wish you would, and it's finally dawning on me that you never really will.Just when you think that you're alright
I'm calling out from the inside
I never heard anyone
I never listen at all..
You can't save someone who doesn't want to be rescued any more than you can open a cage door and expect the tiger to just come walking out.Just stay away from the white light
I'll tell ya what side's your best side
You can only be grateful for the time you spent in the cage together.I never heard anyone
I never listen at all.
I hate days like this.I woke up early. I got here on time. I made my meeting. It’s not like I don’t have things to do, it’s just that nothing right now has all that big a fire under it. Not that it would entirely matter anyways -- my motivation level isn't really anywhere today. I don't feel any immediate need to act like the employee of the year, yet it's not like I'm fighting the desire to be back in bed asleep, either.
Then something came up to where I needed toI'm still up in the air as to whether I'll shell out the money to see it later this week or not -- because to be honest, there was a certain serendipity lost once the whole "free ticket" thing kinda fizzled out. I mean, in a sense it was like this perfect deal -- a night where really nothing else was going on, a movie that probably would be good for a few laughs, and a price tag that pretty much protected me from feeling gypped if the whole thing turned out to be retarded.
watch the munchkin tonight -- and there you go.
Pay to see a shitty movie alone and you've only got yourself to blame.Plus, it's impossible to commiserate with anyone about it, because whenever you tell anyone you saw a bad movie they always come back with the exact same response:
Which is like the last thing you want to hear, because it leaves you nowhere to go -- unless of course you have a date or something to blame it on. I mean, it's easy to get out of the rain with answers like "Well, so-and-so loves Matthew McConaughey, so she was real excited to see it.. And I dragged her to that horrible Jessica Alba film last time, so I figured I owed her one, you know?""Oh yeah I saw a commercial for that -- it looked stupid."
A situation like that you're probably better off lying.Not that I won't have fun tonight, I love hanging out with my kid. But there's homework to be done and school to show up for tomorrow morning -- meaning the evening has to take a certain track, you know? Maybe that's what's making this day seem so blah is that the evening is pretty much locked in. If there were some sort of crisis at work or opportunity for me to kind of grab the silver ring it might be different, but really -- it's just another Tuesday.
Tuesday all over the world.
Actual results may vary, but it should
end up looking something like this:
There are better places to go, but I kinda like it when Destiny smiles at me(and Dasha, and Asia, and of course Bianca)
Then I was the one who couldn’t catch a day off.There's this fantastic novel I read a long time ago (I can't seem to remember the title) -- God comes back to the world quietly, but is disappointed with what he finds in mankind and ends up wandering the deserts outside of Las Vegas. There he meets a man who flies a crop duster for a living but wishes he were doing more with his life. After a long series of events they decide to trade jobs, and we're left with this scene of God flying off across the desert, happier than he remembers being in a long, long time.
You want to know the weirdest thing? In the back of this bar, behind the poles is this area that's sort of fenced off by a railing. There's a fountain that sprays water into the air, and behind that, I swear to crop duster is a statue of a zebra standing in front of a palm tree. The palm tree is decorated with white lights. Every night I'm in this place I end up staring at this thing, wondering why it's here....What was the name of that book?
Of course, only I would be thinking of things like this in a room full of half-naked women.
And I can't get away
To live and die in L.A.
But I already know what his response will be, and
I don't really have an answer for that question yet.
I like to hide behind my glasses when I feel uptightFor about two months now I've been working as a tech writer for a biomedical technology company here in Jacksonville. While I've done my share of documentation gigs over the years, I've never really been at a place like this before.
I like to hide behind my glasses when I’m trippin' in the strobelight
Hide behind my glasses so I can give you all dirty looksIncompetent, moron, son of a jerk!
The lab coats are blue and the hairnets are white -- Every time IIt's hard not to feel a little silly in a hairnet, but the odd thing is that once you step across the threshold into this place where everyone else has one, you tend to forget it's there. Or maybe it's more the fact that when everyone you see looks equally ridiculous, it's easier to dismiss your own discomfort.
go over there I can't help but hum the theme song from the Smurfs.
Last Thursday I was sitting at my desk, listening to headphones and staring alone into the words on my computer screen when a tap came on my shoulder. I turned in my chair to find the figure of a stunning blonde woman I had never seen before looking into my eyes. I returned the grin as I removed the buds from my ears, honestly disarmed by the surprise of her calm beauty being as close as it was. She apologized for bugging me, and asked if I knew where the new tech writer's desk was.Almost like we create our own clean rooms to protect who we really are.
Sensing a slightly open door, I widened my smile a bit and answeredHer eyes seemed to change a bit, almost like she was chewing something over in her mind that didn't quite taste the way she thought it would. Even though I was facing her, it was hard not to feel the weight of the stare that kept returning to the bald patch on the top of my head and the extra weight that surrounds my midsection."Oh, that's me -- I'm the new tech writer."
She apologized again, then disappeared down the hall.So don't ask me why I put on my glasses again
Don't ask me why I put on my glasses again
I must repeat myself because I have to win
Don't ask me why I put on my glasses again..
I’m lonely and have no idea where I’m going.The other car drives tentatively, making me think he wants to get over into my lane. Almost as if the car were the indecisive one instead of the driver -- weaving slightly inside the lines, hoping to catch a scent in the air that will tell it where to go.
I just don’t want to be sitting still anymore..unless I’m somehow moving forward at the same time.
No response.This goes on for a while and eventually gets annoying. And yet in the very same instant that I’m deciding it's not worth the trouble I find some small part of myself feeling wounded.
Only to see the driver leaning his head back while the girl in theIf I hadn't felt lonely before, this certainly hammered the point home. I don't know -- sometimes when you catch sight of that sort of thing you think to yourself "good for you, high five" but other times when you're all bummed out that you've got no one of your own -- all you can do is wish you were there instead.
other seat (who I hadn't seen before) continued going down on him.
I ended up having a dream where I was
driving the red car -- so it wasn’t a total lossBut it was a really lonely night
..And those get old sometimes.