well, I think I am over the funk of the past couple days. I believe I can get back to doing what I and most bloggers do best...telling you what's wrong with the world or those around them yet never addressing their own issues. everybodies pointing at the fat kid while stuffing their own face with twinkies...
so...

have you ever run across someone that you so detested that you thought to yourself "I could kill you right now you sorry bastard. take your wallet so I have your home address, drive there with your lifeless body in the trunk...kick your dog and smack your wife. light the place up and watch it burn, then pull your pants around your ankles (so the cops think its a crime of passion) and leave your corpse in the front yard with your bright white ass sticking up in the air for all of the news cameras to get a good shot that will be put on the front of the paper for all the world to see". then you laugh so hard that you start to cry and when that person asks you whats wrong, you just smile and say "nothings wrong, just a joke I heard at the office".

me either...

I am honestly not afraid of a whole lot of things. I could cry and whine to you about being afraid of failing, or disappointing those around me. about being alone in this crazy, mixed up world with nothing but the sound of the window air conditioning unit to keep me company at night. but to me there is something much more frightening in this world, more frightening than all of these combined...the loch ness monster.
laugh if you will my friends, but I believe. I know it hasn't been proven to be there but to me, trying to disprove something like this is like trying to prove a shark attack wont necessarily kill you. you are not really going to know until its too late and your friends tell the story of how your last words were "fuck you guys im not scared...cannonball!"

a little friendship advice for those of you who have nothing better to do than read this shit...

never rat out your buddies.
exceptions:
1. to save your marriage (your spouse probably doesn't trust these fuckers anyway)
2. to get some ass on the side that they would be jealous of (most every person has sold out a friend for a roll in the hay with someone that is usually out of their league)

no matter how long you two have been together, her father is not one of your buddies. whether its over beer at the pub or or shots on the course, he will not be happy to hear that you and his little princess rent porn and try to copy the positions (make up an excuse for that sprained ankle, for gods sake)

your best friend has to choose his wife over you if the situation arises. accept it. you may have gotten him laid before...but she can make sure he never gets laid again.

something about me:
I can tend to sometimes offend people. its not necessarily intentional, but I like to say whats on my mind and be honest. some people dont much care for that. fuck em

big ups of the day:
kendal sinn. those of you in kansas city may have heard the name, and if not you will soon. I have known him for about 5 years and truly value his friendship. he is one of the most talented people I know and has the courage that most dont...he wont sell out (well, he can be rented for awhile but that's another story). he is one of my few friends in that when he speaks I actually listen and care what he has to say and vice versa. he shows amazing respect to those around
him yet will not let himself be pushed around (we tend to be a formidable pair). he is going places in this world and in the entertainment industry and while I have been proud to call him my director before, I am always proud to call him my friend.
www.gunnpark.net
www.originalsinn.com