I know who my friends are
Chris Yvon
9 years ago
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Today I...
woke up before 9 o'clock. yes this is a big deal.
had two eggs, scrambled, and some toasted seedless italian bread for breakfast.
went to the gym, stretched, warmed up on the treadmill, 1 mile. worked my biceps, then did interval training on the treadmill. 3 miles. more stretching.
came home, and had two chicken patties for lunch.
got a phone call asking me to work a birthday party at the pub for some local politician.
picked Frank up at his place.
kicked Frank's pooper at Pitch n' Putt at the Mo'Ville Golf Farm. had two birdies, but didn't shoot as well as I did last time. 4 strokes higher.
had a really good bacon cheeseburger for dinner at Denny's.
made over a hundred bucks for working two hours at the pub.
saw one of the most beautiful women I've encountered in quite a while.
played guitar with Tom and Devon for about two hours, also at the pub. my fingers are raw.
called Natasha and told her how much I love her and miss her.
begged, pleaded, coerced, and cajoled everyone I know to come to the pub tomorrow night for the first ever Karaoke night at Tir na nOg. do it.
planned to read a bit of the book Mike is lending me before I fall asleep.
(I'll let you know how that one turned out)
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I just found this in a poem I wrote last year. The poem is shite, but I really dig this bit:
the sun just sets
and I'm told that opposites attract
you are so beautiful
I don't get more opposite than that
had two eggs, scrambled, and some toasted seedless italian bread for breakfast.
went to the gym, stretched, warmed up on the treadmill, 1 mile. worked my biceps, then did interval training on the treadmill. 3 miles. more stretching.
came home, and had two chicken patties for lunch.
got a phone call asking me to work a birthday party at the pub for some local politician.
picked Frank up at his place.
kicked Frank's pooper at Pitch n' Putt at the Mo'Ville Golf Farm. had two birdies, but didn't shoot as well as I did last time. 4 strokes higher.
had a really good bacon cheeseburger for dinner at Denny's.
made over a hundred bucks for working two hours at the pub.
saw one of the most beautiful women I've encountered in quite a while.
played guitar with Tom and Devon for about two hours, also at the pub. my fingers are raw.
called Natasha and told her how much I love her and miss her.
begged, pleaded, coerced, and cajoled everyone I know to come to the pub tomorrow night for the first ever Karaoke night at Tir na nOg. do it.
planned to read a bit of the book Mike is lending me before I fall asleep.
(I'll let you know how that one turned out)
& & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & &
I just found this in a poem I wrote last year. The poem is shite, but I really dig this bit:
the sun just sets
and I'm told that opposites attract
you are so beautiful
I don't get more opposite than that
Sunday, April 10, 2005
egocentrifuge
I guess I never will, I guess I've got to let this go but I can't, still...
de·fect n.
1. The lack of something necessary or desirable for completion or perfection; a deficiency: a visual defect.
2. An imperfection that causes inadequacy or failure; a shortcoming.
de·fect n.
1. The lack of something necessary or desirable for completion or perfection; a deficiency: a visual defect.
2. An imperfection that causes inadequacy or failure; a shortcoming.
Thursday, April 7, 2005
Monday, April 4, 2005
riddle me this
ok. here's one I don't get.
it's a beautiful day, early spring. the sun is shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky. there's just enough of a cool breeze to keep the warmth of the sun from being hot on your skin. the air is light and easy, not at all oppressive like it can be in summer. all around, just gorgeous weather.
and people are driving around like maniacs, desperately searching for the closest possible parking spot...
to the gym.
sometimes i think this society is hopeless.
at least on the way home i saw a bumper sticker that read:
Ignorance and arrogance is not good foreign policy.
so there's that.
it's a beautiful day, early spring. the sun is shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky. there's just enough of a cool breeze to keep the warmth of the sun from being hot on your skin. the air is light and easy, not at all oppressive like it can be in summer. all around, just gorgeous weather.
and people are driving around like maniacs, desperately searching for the closest possible parking spot...
to the gym.
sometimes i think this society is hopeless.
at least on the way home i saw a bumper sticker that read:
Ignorance and arrogance is not good foreign policy.
so there's that.
Sunday, April 3, 2005
holy crap
There are cool characters in movies, and then there is ...
Everyone, go see Sin City. Twice.
Everyone, go see Sin City. Twice.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
ready for m.i.a.
the difference between being surrounded by love and feeling loved is both immeasurable and potentially deadly.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
I love lamp
another year, another boring entry about how much I love spring.
driving today, windows down, listening to Probot at about 18.
rockin out.
soaking in it.
I climb up on the roof of my house with my guitar and just sit in the sun and play.
soaking it in.
bike rides promised. looking forward - anxiously.
draped all over by the sun. we are children of the sun. we are all it's legacy.
i love living, re-birth, ready to live lovin.
soaked.
driving today, windows down, listening to Probot at about 18.
rockin out.
soaking in it.
I climb up on the roof of my house with my guitar and just sit in the sun and play.
soaking it in.
bike rides promised. looking forward - anxiously.
draped all over by the sun. we are children of the sun. we are all it's legacy.
i love living, re-birth, ready to live lovin.
soaked.
Monday, March 14, 2005
jrd
I always looked up to the ones who walked away
Choosing themselves over preset ways
Of looking at a future that had no room
For the questions they lived for.
Always knew I could have walked away myself
My self worth was beyond any help
And I didn't care to test it against
The rejection I had seen before.
But those I loved so much, they underwent a change,
They're working forty hours, they got caught in the game.
Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability,
They're always there on time
We're never satisfied like junkies running dry.
This wonderful generosity
A third of our lives to do what we please
Doesn't look that great to me,
In fact it doesn't even look fair.
They call it youthful idealism
And even I would have to agree with them
Except some of us grow up, and it's still there.
I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go . . .
But now I'm working, just like everyone else,
But I'll get out of here.
Choosing themselves over preset ways
Of looking at a future that had no room
For the questions they lived for.
Always knew I could have walked away myself
My self worth was beyond any help
And I didn't care to test it against
The rejection I had seen before.
But those I loved so much, they underwent a change,
They're working forty hours, they got caught in the game.
Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability,
They're always there on time
We're never satisfied like junkies running dry.
This wonderful generosity
A third of our lives to do what we please
Doesn't look that great to me,
In fact it doesn't even look fair.
They call it youthful idealism
And even I would have to agree with them
Except some of us grow up, and it's still there.
I grow up too slow, I don't wanna go . . .
But now I'm working, just like everyone else,
But I'll get out of here.
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