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Got knocked out of poker tourney today, got knocked out way too early holding pocket A's. K-10 one the hand.

i often think…

I feel as if my eyes are about to explode out of sockets. Unleashing a massive aterial spray of blood and eye ball juice.

Yes, I am indeed very tired. But I must fight to stay awake, I must make sure that every thing I do in my life is documented. That's why I carry a Moleskine notebook with me 80% of the time.

I remember a long time ago, I made a post that I called a stream of conciousness type deal. Just what ever popped in to my head I let flow from my brain, down my arms, twisting arouond my wrists to my caloused finger tips, the slight clickity-clack of my white Apple keyboard, assures me that my thoughts are recorded as I realise them to be. My thoughts.

The inside of my kneed itches, not extremely, just enough to warrant the action of actually scratching my knee through my jeans. I often find that doing menial tasks is not worth the price of the expended energy.

Michael (my brother-in-law), slumbers in my bed, dreaming of bacon cheese fries and poker chips. Lila and Stefanie sit in comfort on our sectional talking shop, babies and houses. I sit in my office typing away my thoughts. Giving them away freely on the internet, giving away a piece of myself to every one who wishes to snatch it up for the own personal consumption.

Yes, I am tired.

Tales from Borders

"You still have Yeah, Yeah, Yeah's CD, right?" She said.

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head in agreement. "Mark and I are thinking of opening up our own record label," she said with an extreme ammount of smuggness, "but the problem is we would be the only ones buying the albums. We're the only ones in this town who buy good music."

She then began her ramblings about The Used being far superior to Yellowcard, when in fact both bands are equally terrible in every single way.

I walked away from their pretentioius holier-than-thou egos and walked over to Lila.

And so, I sit on this worn leather chair, listening to Coltrane Play the Blues and the airhead behind me wax philosophical about her MySpace friends.

These are the tales of Borders Bookstore.

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Jag and Steff 5am Denny's son.

Revelation at Rite-Aid

A major revelation hit me as I sat in the massage chair next to the pharmacist's counter in Rite-Aid. I sat there, enjoying the plastic faux-fingers kneeding my aching back, as I let out soft moans of joy, I opened my eyes and I was hit in the face with an epiphany;

'What if I crap my pants?!'

Ok, maybe I should explain myself a little better before I go on. Directly accross from me, was a huge end cap of adult diapers. I sat in that chair, staring at the large pack of Depends and the idea hit me in the face, it's totally plausible that I could one day lose all control of my bowels and bladder and just let 'er go.

The point I'm getting to is that nothing is pre-determined, nothing can go the way we want it to just because we say so. I cannot wish myself to not crap my pants or get hit by a car or start losing my mind just because I don't feel like it.

I suppose you could say I was hit in the face by my own mortality, by a bunch of adult diapers no less. But it really got to me, it made me think that I'm not the invincible sixteen year old I once was.

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My favorite birthday girl.