smecent talk

So I sat down and wrote a blog the other day for like an hour; go to post it and next thing you know the browser closer; lost everything.
Regardless, I'm not going to try and mimick that entry, because maybe there was a reason that didn't get posted. Which leads me to my next point.
This whole internet space that people use to post feelings, thoughts, pictures, matters of the heart, well it's pretty wild. anyone (granted unless you block users) can access YOU on the internet. For example, I learned the other day that my cousin is a pot head. Betchyu wouldn't want your mom to see that. anyways, my ex-girlfriend calls me the other day and said that she saw me on myspace and knew I had a new job. and I'm like, stalker. Not really, but I do think it's funny she get's on other people's facebook to people browse.

dave matthews band is 66 days away says my good friend aaron holland. cannot wait to go camping & everything that entails.

The new job is great. Been pretty busy lately at work, which is definitely a good thing because I've seen the opposite and it's painfully boring.

I love all the waitresses at moe and johnny's. & for how many times I've been there, I still don't know either moe or johnny.

Sugar will is an amazing song.

The porch is still broken.

here's to josh houchin, josh houchin... here's to josh houchin, one helllofa guy. There was nothing really that sparked such a headline. Nor, a first sentence. But, for real though... it's true. This guy's got people reading his blog that he doesn't even know about. I was told it was an addiction of someone the other day. That's funny. you barely know the guy.
Anyway, he's the reason I even have a my journal account in the first place. I would not exist on this free thinking, say what you want, free space in the first place if it wasn't for him. Josh Houchin... one time raised a gang of baby ducks from birth because the mother duck was killed in an oil spill. Josh Houchin... one time built a city block of houses for the homeless, with nothing but a hammer, some railroad ties, and a pack of spearmint gum. Josh Houchin is the guy that invented the pencil sharpener. Josh Houchin isasonofabitch. Josh Houchin one time killed a pack of wildcoyotes and then sold the wild coyotes at a Phish concert and made $120. Josh Houchin can swim feet first. Josh Houchin can order Donatos pizza with the force. Josh Houchin eats paper, and then complains about the coarsness. Josh Houchin has been seen to pass the mic 188 times, thrice the times of a normal MC. Josh Houchin bleeds ink. Josh Houchin arm wrestled a polar bear until the polar bear started beggin for mercy, then josh proclaimed to let freedom go....the polar bear understood.

I love wine.
wine loves me.
we live together
in perfect harmony.

I love to sip.
makes me a little tip
see drink too much
and get a hard nip.

Ooh. Is that a skunk?
Did someone leave poop in the trunk?
Nope, I'm sorry I
think this juice made me drunk.





Oops, I must've nodded out.
plant a seed and it will sprout.
what? that makes no sense.
Kind of like a bad case of the gout.

You slacker!! That's right. I'm talking to you, you're nothing but a little bum. Hey way to make something of yourself you jackass! Really took advantage of the frequent flyer miles didn't you. Oh you don't know what I'm talking about. That's typical. oh, I don't know what's going on. Oh I just want to relax and have five daquiri's. You're worthless. YOu really are living the dream life aren't you. Loved by many, a secure, fulfilling job, paid ass loads all for something you love to do. It couldn't get any better for you could it? May God have mercy on your soul and I hope that you wake up out of your stupor.

Sincerely



Mark Shannohan

Usually 8 am is not in my vocabulary, but today I found myself getting up at 8 to go to a yoga class. I went with a friend whom happened to be a member of this certain club. SO here I am getting myself into something that I have no idea of, but at the same time i'm completely interested in what's about to happen. My friend tells me before hand that I might want to stretch a little and that if it's ever too much that it's okay, and I'm thinking right. Half way through yoga class, right after we were balancing for awhile, I was thinking yoga is kicking my ass. Yoga made me use muscles that I forgot were even there, made me a warrior, a child, and even a viper. But before I knew it, I was in corpse position and found myself at a state of relaxation that I had yet experienced. I walked out of bally's in such a euphoric state that I actually forgot that I had to go to work and sit through the dreaded MOD meetings.
I was in a great mood all day as well....

Groundhog day.
I"m pretty sure sometimes i feel like it's groundhog day everyday.

This past Sunday afternoon, I thought it to be in my best interest to play basketball with my buds. Well, it was for awhile before I decided to pull some muscles in my back. Which by the way doesn't really hurt, it's more of a tickle. It's kind of funny. Umm... complete sarcasm. The last four days have been filled with pain, vicodin, pain, muscle relaxers, walking hunched over, vicodin, crawling upstairs, muscle relaxers, TV, & of course vicodin. But the thing of it is, is that my back still aches. It doesn't hurt nearly as bad, but I don't really think that I would be able to feel pain right now; since the meds.
I'm going to go ahead and post this, considering I just realized that I had already posted a back journal.

Vanna White has no toes.

OH jeebus. Sometimes I just don't know. Sometimes I just feel lost, that I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing. That I'm in the wrong place at the right time. Maybe I'm just a little lonely. I'm not depressed. I just feel that I have a lot to offer and that my time would best be shared with someone as opposed to being hogged by myself. People say sometimes, "well, you gotta love yourself first, before you share or give love." Well, I freaking love myself. I definitely think I'm awesome, but I'm awesomer when there is someone there to laugh at my stupid ass. I just want to make someone happy. Anyway ragamuffin, enough droning on and on. I will be patient, for maybe...there are greater endeavors for me before I leave lonely land.

Sitting at my computer on a pretty typical Thursday night @ around 10:30pm, when what's that I hear? Is that a car backfiring? NO. Was it fireworks? No. Was it someone getting gunned down a couple blocks away? Probably. I'm sooo ready to move somewhere that I don't have to hear gun shots, or get harrassed for change when I'm getting a pop. It's ridiculous.

The last two days I'm surprised I haven't got any bed sores because I have been utterly useless. Pulled some major muscles in my back, for awhile it hurt me just to walk. I'm better now after the vicodin and flexerall.

I want to shove this fucking carriage map up Chuck Kern's ass. Fuck, fuck! Fucking idiot.

I've got a new friend, that's really kind of an old one. But she's probably one of the coolest girls I've met & it's definitely nice just to go out and get away from the testosterone club that I'm usually hanging out with.

Fucking carriage map!!

My california trip is getting pushed back even farther which kind of bums me out.

Who even wants to ride up on a carriage to their 'wedding' site anyway. That's fucking retarded. These brides are not 10 yr old girls that are planning their wedding. There should be a contest between Valle Vista employees on whom can have sex in the carriage first, winner takes the pot. Or maybe who can manuever it into the froggy lake..

What if I was completely wrong all along. And maybe what I thought was the same as what they thought. that would be splendid.

So I'm at work tonight, working, and the next thing you know I'm taking an entire bowl of ranch to the crotch. - good thing I had some carrots.

I almost got electracuted thrice times on Monday. I saw white dots for like 20 minutes.

myspace is the devil. but it's also my best friend.

Grandma's boy is exactly what I've been wanting from Happy Madison.

Depression has definitely set in from Sunday's loss. That's really about all I can say about it.

Sometime, I want to wake up and have a girl next to me. I'm tired of making a human body out of pillows and a mop head, it's just not the same.

I retract the statement of myspace being my best friend. actually, my casio keyboard is.