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| April 16th, 2001, You know, guys, it's Monday.. did you know that? Huh? Huh huh huh huh.. uh huh.. yeah.. you know it, uh huh.. Ok.. well anyway, I've got nothing REALLY to talk about today, but some people are just soooooo stupid. I'm sick of people, if I was surrounded by animals for the rest of my life I'd probably be a better person. Or worse.. now that I think about it.. hmmm.. well, anyway. I'm still a little new to the html on Weiners, so please don't email me saying that it's all messed up.. I know.. but last night when I was finally able to play with it I was so sleepy I couldn't see straight, and believe me, that's NOT the time to rewrite html.. it all just sorta BLENDS in... a table into an image, and a link to text.. blahhhhhhh.. zzzzzzzzzzzzz. But.. I'm rerunning Issue 1 because it was only posted for ONE DAY before I had to put up my Easter Edition.. sooo.. The First Issue is being run for this week... again. Enjoy it if you would www.ewwie-weiners.com . But.. other than that, I'm sleepy and boring as hell today. AND i've still got work to do, sooooo.. I guess I'd better get. Oh.. saw Matrix on IMAX Saturday.. it was kick ass.. I love the Matrix.. anyway.. Keanu always was a hottie. uh oh.. I really gotta get, my forehead nearly touched the keyboard. Slip me the pinkie, baby.. I'm going in.. Later. |
| April 17th, 2001, I've got a soap box today, people... It's large and it's in CHARGE.. so sit down, buckle yourself in and be prepared to be bitched at, around and straight through... oh yeah.. you know what time it is.. Word to the wise. Chicks/dudes are just chicks/dudes and when it.. the notorious IT.. when it'll happen, it'll happen. Everything else... *waves hand* just try to forget it. Remember the good stuff, no matter what else occured. I mean, at some point in time there must have been something good. Besides, instead of looking for love, long and lasting with halos and angels and spare rays of golden sunshine, how about looking for someone to be friends with. You'll be happier in the long run. Someone that can make you laugh and feel good about being you, that isn't asking you to change or asking anything from you than companionship. Stop looking for someone to worship, and you'll be alright. No one wants to be God, setting them on a pedestal never works, especially when where they're supposed to stand is so small anyone could fall off. Try NOT looking for someone. And no one is going to fall for you with a HUGE chip on your shoulder. You can't compare every one to your ex-whatever, no matter what he/she did. You can be wise to chicks/dudes their way, but you can't go around noticing traits of her/him in every person you meet. One way to STOP attracting weirdos LIKE that, try to not be weird yourself. Try acting like nothing painful ever happened with whats-their-name.. and QUIT DWELLING on it. For some reason, chicks/dudes with issues look for gals/guys who have dwellling problems that they can feed off of. People that are in healthy relationships don't cottle one another, or baby one another's feelings at all. You're supposed to grow, sometimes it hurts, sometimes is feels good, each way you HAVE to deal with it or you stunt yourself. I'm not saying you shouldn't have moped around for awhile, I moped for awhile myself, but it still hurt, and it stung and it wouldn't stop stinging.. but we're friends. I still love him, but it's not the same. I still love him as I would my brother or perhaps a very special friend, but not as a potential mate. People are screwed up, and people don't know what they want or how they're gonna get it or where they're going... that's why you just gotta learn to go with the flow, and if that leads you in and out of most people's lives, let it be. If you'd could just step back from your own pain and sorrow for a little bit, you would see all these things. To attract the mate you are always looking for and dreaming about, you have to be competent and CONFIDENT. Don't hang your head like a beat puppy.. no one wants someone with issues. Go out there and act like you enjoy life and sooner or later you'll attract the right chick/dude. I'm not joking. And with that, I'm out. |
| April 19th, 2001, Alright people, I've got an absolutely FULL bag of NOTHING to talk about today. Wanna hear it.. it sounds like this. Yup.. great, wasn' it? I've got a surprise for you... What do you mean, you don't LIKE surprises!! What kinda freak� ARE you you? did you know freak� was copyrighted? Yup.. I copyrighted it YESTERDAY.. uh huh.. did too! See.. Now everytime you write Freak� or say freak� you have to put the copyright little symbol on it.. uh huh.. I'm telling MOM, you Freak� (copyright Dezy 2001)... This strange message has been brought to you by the makers of pollution... Thank you, Freaks�! I'm out. |
| April 20th, 2001, Sometimes I wonder if people just don't think too much of themselves. I know I think too much of myself. I mean, if I was trapped in a burning building, I would probably be the first person out. Well, I say that, but I doubt seriously if it was the truth, I'd do my best to save other people and in the interm probably end up killing myself. Maybe.. there's not a guarantee of that. If I hated the person.... hmm.. nahh.. I'd probably save them. I'm not sure what to talk about today. I'm not exactly feeling myself. I don't feel like laughing or joking or anything but being serious. Maybe it's the weather or something, it's quite somber outside and I haven't seen many people today at all. I don't know.. I posted a new poem at www.wildpoetrforum.com today. I hope people like it, but then again, I've gotten to the point where I couldn't care less about people's opinions. Well.. that's not necessarily the truth either.. I've gotten to the point where I couldn't care less about people I don't KNOW's opinion. 'cause, for the god awful truth, it's MY opinion that really counts.. I have to live with myself for the rest of my life.. I'm the only one who knows what is truly going on in my head, whether that be the grocery list while I'm having hot butt sex for the other person or nervous tension when I'm cooking pasta.. I mean.. it's ME that has to live with me. Not someone else. Maybe that's what I should be writing about today, getting to know yourself. I'm pretty settled with me now. I wasn't for a long time, but.. I don't know.. maybe it was a fail relationship or something, but I'm happy about who I am and who I become around other people. If I embarass myself, it really isn't remembered by many people. I mean, they have other things to worry about then you showing your ass. *shrug* I dunno. I had a really disturbing dream last night.. in it my cousin shot my Dad in the head. I woke up with an urge to call my Grandma, but it was 5 am so I didn't. hmm.. I don't know if I should now or not.. Not that it matters, it was just a dream anyway. But God it felt real. ANYway.. enough blabbing for nothing being said I'm bored and I'm out. |