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After spending 4+ years in college, I expected that I would eventually have to get a job. Truth is that I got one earlier than I expected, when I was a sophomore in college. I have learned to enjoy the job a bit and try not to think of it as a job, but as more of time sink that my life has become intertwined. I have since graduated from college and started working on a master’s degree, still keeping the same place as my employer. Don’t get me wrong my employer is great, the job is fine, and the pay is good, but I can’t help but sit around and try to figure a way out.

From time to time when one has a minute or two they will sit back and reflect on recent happenings. Very rarely is there enough time to delve much farther than a week or two, or even get into these events too deeply. Here in lies my problem; I have the time to do this. In fact I have the time to do this without stopping after a couple of weeks. I even have enough time that I have reflected on my whole life trying to figure out where I went wrong. Then it hits me, like an out of control Mercedes that was racing a Porsche down a freeway and lost control, careening into the other lane and smacking into me head on, THIS JOB! This job that as a sophomore in college I got somewhat out of necessity, that for the past few years has allowed me to do so much in the way of my education. This job was the one thing that was really holding me back. You know kind of like that uncoordinated kid in elementary school that you are lucky enough to have on your team during one of those field days that had events like catching an egg on a spoon and what not. Don’t get me wrong, my job is fine, it serves its purpose. If in a mythical land I had to go find a job, I would in all likelihood choose this one if no others were available. My main problem is that I have tons of free time to sit and think what could I do if I did not have a job, but I am connected to this place I can’t leave even when there is nothing to do, all I can do is sit here.

That is where I am at now, trying to solve THE QUESTION. How can I get through life without ever having to work, still live comfortably, and do things that leave me with a sense of accomplishment? The only answer that I can come up with is to marry wealthy. This however is a lot harder than it appears. You have to meet a woman who is probably older, rich, not picky, and then for your own satisfaction, pretty. These women must have gone extinct with the saber tooth tiger because I have not found any. The other unfortunate issue that I have to deal with is when a woman like this is met would she even want to get married. The answer to that is probably not. She, much like me, realizes that she doesn’t want to get married and deal with all of the crap, the only reason to even get married would be for money. More than likely she has already done this once, so she doesn’t need the money and apparently doesn’t want to give the money that she has away. Those reasons combined with my lack of physique and endowment, really hamper my ability to bag a rich broad.

So I guess I will just sit here; waiting…

Super Funny Mavs SNL Parody

People you would like to meet

A question was brought up to me this weekend - Who are the people living or dead that you would like to meet. There are many people that I would list here, I will just put down a few with some reasoning. Dwight Yoakam, he just seems like a very interesting guy who would be a lot of fun to hang out with, and possibly the only man I would have relations with. Malcolm Jamal Warner, really just to see what "The Career Killer" is up to now. Jesus Christ, can't forget this guy possibly one of the most influential people in the history of the world. Julius Caesar and Napoleon when they are playing a game of risk against each other, this is just something I would just like to see. Mark Twain, I would have him read "The Celebrated Jumping Frog..." To me, one of my favorites and to hear it from him, read how he intended, would just be really cool. Wilt the Stilt and Jenna Jameson, only I would be watching behind a 2 way mirror; just, like to see if the legend is real. Seriously if he can't get it with Jenna it might raise some doubts. Lastly Kobe Bryant, for a game of one on one, I hear he is competitive and likes to drive it in pretty hard. I would like to see him dunk a ball over me, and then I would also like to commit a flagrant 2 foul on him. Michael Finley, Brent Barry, Tim Duncan, Tony Parker, Bruce Bowen, Manu Ginobili; I would play a game of 6 on 1 them against me except I would be wearing a suit made of razor blades and they would all be blind folded, the game would be powerball from American Gladiators. Come to think of it my team would also include Laser, Lazer, Spark, and Zapp. They would be standing on pillars to the side of the Hydrogen peroxide covered playing field with those cool guns that they had on AG's only they would shoot darts insteadof tennis balls. That is all for now.....

A Confession of Obsession.

To Whom it may Concern,

I would like to send my condolences to the affected parties, because I now know how far my obsession has gone. It started out in the fifth grade, athey were so pretty with their gigantic tongues and stenciled writing on the backside of that. The Nike Air Solo Flight 89 was my first venture away from skips and into the world of mainstream shoes. Just so we are clear Mid-Range Nikes are a gateway shoe that can lead to more hardcore shoes and anyone that tells you otherwise is in complete denial much like I was for much of my life. From that point I moved into the Converse Larry Johnson's, they were black with blue-green writing and react juice in the heal. I am not quite sure what react juice is but I know that it did not actually help you play basketball any better. Next came the era of the PUMP, I had a pair of the cross-trainers with the ERS in the heal. This was not that Hexalite bullshit, this was first rate, I actually don't believe that it gets any better than that particular shoe, except for the Nike Airforce 180 with the Nike version of the Pump. That pair of shoes I actually still have though sadly I can no longer wear a size 6.5. Then my shoe tastes broadened to the somewhat abnormal brands, asfar as Bonham, Texas was concerned, to Adidas, Saucony, and New Balance. I have had every year of Air Jordan from '88 til now, and every pair of Shaq Reebok PUMPs. My life, since that fateful birthday on the 18th of May 1988, has been an affair with one pair of shoes after another. Loving each one equally but never straying to far from any of the others. When I got my first job I was so excited because at that point my shoes would no longer be controlled by anyone I could get what I wanted no matter the cost. My first pair that I purchased? The Nike Air Max '96 Lime green and grey, still to this day the coolest colorway ever. I am writing this to help everyone that had the problem that I once lived with of keeping this 1200 lb. gorrilla in its cage, its impossible and once you set him free you will learn there are others like you. Your habit is no longer a disgrace but a hobby many people all over the world are consumed by the same flame and will gladly trade you a pair of vintage Huraches for the deadstock Mowabs you have stashed in your closet. Don't believe me just look.

If you can't make your mind up, We'll never get started

Just got done watching replays of last season's Coupling on BBC. Get ready for the next season it has to be getting close. Steve Nash was named the NBA's MVP this week which is a perfect example of white America taking over and forcing one of their own kind into prominence, I for one am appalled. Steve Nash is a one way player whose numbers are a product of the system that they run and the players around him, he plays zero defense and would have a hard time guarding me at the point. Man do I hate everyone of the San Antonio Spurs, those guys just piss me off, cocky assholes. Tim Duncan is possibly the lamest super star in the history of basketball. What happened to Charles Oakley man that guy was fun to watch, you never knew when he would explode. There is a funny knock under the dash of my car I wonder if it is a Gremlin, it is not real constant and only happens when I am listening to country music after 10 pm. I just acquired a reissue of the nike air max 97 in a new colorway, silver and white, can't wait to wear them just need good weather. I jogged/walked 5 miles in some new shoes yesterday, I don't recommend that my feet felt raw when I arrived back home. I normally walk/jog around a cemetery that is named for one of my ancestors who I am also named after, just thought that was neat. Is it just me or are cemeteries extremely arrousing. Congratulations if you made it this far. That is all for now. I love you all, especially you Summer and Karolina.

Super Recent Photos That Validate My Point

OK you asked for it. As recent as they get, if you still don't change your position you are still looking at Jessica Simpson as she was before Nick Lachey recreated the dropping of the atomic bomb, on her poor body. And those damn witches. As we say here in Texas on Ocho de Mayo Ashley es muy bonita.

Hey Jess what ya carrying in that bag?

Damn! she is trolltastic. Man she looks like her head is getting larger and larger each passing week. Also, I wonder what she is keeping in that enormous bag? Could it be the talent and stunning good looks that some evil witch took from her when she lost a bet and ended up sleeping with the lead singer of Maroon 5. Or, it could just be part of her constant evolution into a troll, they are of a larger build than normal humans and have more strength so they can carry much larger bags.