welcome home Juliette

here we go again, :)...

Ultimate Fighting Championship

Ultimate Fighting Championship

pettis is fighting guida, someone's gonna get smacked around!

nagging unfinished business...

when i think of stuff i need to do (or think i need to do) if feel like i don't have enough hours in my life. this screenplay i've been trying to write keeps evading me. i might have a flash of inspiration and start the rewriting process, but then i stop... and wonder where to start again. so yeh - there's that.

house work... GUH... someone at work said, i don't think you ever truly own a house, so much as the house OWNS you. totally right.

also, recently i spent about $10 on the lotto. 5 on TX / 5 on MEGA. wonder if i won, i bet i did and i don't even know it yet. funny, i don't feel any different. they say winning changes you, but i'm still the same.

i wonder if i'm a n a-hole, or if people take themselves too seriously. if i say you're a welfare momma, with no job, and no eye-brows... is that insulting? even if you have no kids, have a great job, and ... whatever they're fucking eye-brows. does anyone really care? (your eye-brows are fabulous). weird that anyone would get upset over that... gotta go. coffee and goodwill calling me.

not that i'm buying anything, b/c the goodwills around austin have my picture and it says - DO NOT UNDER ANI CIRKUMSTANCES SEEL TO THIS MAN. Sarah gave it to them, she is a horrible speller, and worse with punctuation.

perfectly normal

<<<[mama, baby, evan]


vocabosa. craft beer. home made. feel bad that i'm out... need more.

a tasty new beverage home brewed by my man, Jerome. hoppy, ale. delish. howdy again.

Evan's got his own blog now. badical mf jones. he hasn't posted anything yet, but i think he'll start showing off how bad ass his firetruck pictures are.

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so i had friend offer up a new slang term today: BEAVER MUSTARD. she had it with a "spring roll" ... sure. sounds like you caught it from a spring roll.

foul, and yet it very well could be mustard, but more than anything, it sounds like something that a visit to the nearest clinic can cure. so thanks for that KPH. just kick back with an ice cold vocabosa. let your worries drift away... moving on.

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"alright, ok."

[above: Evan @ Park (it sounds like "fart" when he says it)]

things are good. i hope they continue to stay good, and even (cross my fingers) get better. Sarah sat on the stairs tonight and lifted her shirt, revealing her gigantic belly. pregnancy is surreal, i cant even imagine having a human being inside me busting up my insides. it's hard to imagine she still has about a month left until she gives birth to Juliette. Meadow. Emily. Cash. Regan. .. ... ... Juliette.

it tends to offer additional perspective. I am referencing her incubation phase, and not so much the many middles of names we've discussed.

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"let's make a movie."

oh man, i'd love to. if i could figure out how, and keep my 9-5. I just gave an old friend a call the other day, who is also a goofy art dork. the first thing he said was, "hell yeh - let's make a movie."

dude's out in Ca, but i think if i could figure out this mystical "cloud" that computer people talk about i might could make it happen. that'd be swell. TOTALLY SWELL, BITCH!

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i miss all you basturds in CALI. Austin is here for you baby!! here and waiting for your asses. come out and get some.

(i am a curmudgeon, i'm sorry, almost. kind of sorry).

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NG.

i switched to Liberty Ale. all good now. :)