Diary of a fed up Everyman

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Location: Sugar Land, Texas, United States

I'm a complicated man. I have multiple layers to my personality. I'm not schizophrenic or anything but I can be a totally different person from day to day. I was raised in a small farm town (2,000 people) but I don't really fit that stereotype. In fact, most of the people from small towns don't fit that stereotype. No, I can't stand crowds but at the same time I'm open-minded, semi-cultured and pretty non-conservative. I'm of average intelligence and I like to say I know a little about a lot of things and a lot about a few things. Jack of all trades...master of baiting...err, I mean master of none.

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  • Thursday, March 03, 2005

    Just another day....

    It's March 3rd and I'm sitting here listening to Yahoo Launch. 1990's Rock category to be specific. What am I thinking? I really like my wife. I really like my step kids. I really like my life. I've learned what love is.

    When you look at someone and you know that they are a part of you. They are a part of your life and it goes beyond just being happy to see them. Knowing that they are an integral part of your life and that you wouldn't want to wake up to find them gone. Knowing that they are as much a part of your life as you yourself are. And to be happy about that realization, in my opinion, is love.

    I'm a mushy son of a bitch I guess. Oh well. Fuck it. If it comes to your mind then it must be a reflection of who you are. So if that's who I am then okie dokie. So be it. Make fun of me for it and I'll kick your ass! :)

    I like motorcycles too. I hope it's nice tomorrow so I can ride. How nice would it be to have more than one bike. My bike is all nice and shiny and full of chrome. Take it out in the rain, or remainders of rain, and you wind up with alot of rust. One of these days I'll have a Triumph Tiger that I can abuse and not worry about it rusting up. Until then I'll be happy with what I got. If I can just manage getting my hands on a pair of Oakley Monster Dogs. Then I'd be the shit.

    Hasta la negro!