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talk. Jun. 30th, 2005 @ 10:17 pm

Your Linguistic Profile:

35% General American English

30% Yankee

25% Dixie

5% Midwestern

5% Upper Midwestern

I seem to be feeling: amusedamused
Rockin' out to: Black Label Society - "Mafia"

Jun. 28th, 2005 @ 12:47 pm
Shit, this is funny.

If it offends...sorry. Tener made me do it. Ok, maybe he didn't, but it IS his fault that I know about it. And that's really all that matters.
I seem to be feeling: calmcalm
Rockin' out to: Dredg - "Catch Without Arms"

troopers. May. 13th, 2005 @ 02:37 am
When you are letting other motorists know that they are about to come upon a cop @ night by politely flashing your high beams, be sure that you are not actually flashing a State Trooper. They don't seem to like it too well.
I seem to be feeling: blahblah
Rockin' out to: Blackfield - "Blackfield"

strongbad. May. 11th, 2005 @ 02:53 pm
You should be watching more Strong Bad.
Rockin' out to: SUB|HUM|ANS - "EP/LP"

ears. May. 9th, 2005 @ 12:14 am
I wish I was like a cat and had 180-degree ears. That would pretty much be awesome all the way around.
I seem to be feeling: curiouscurious
Rockin' out to: The Smiths - "Hatful Of Hollow"
Other entries
» oh, what the hell.
I come here just about every day to read stuff, but never write anything. Now, I am not saying anything dumb like I have in posts past, such as: "I'm back for good." or "Boy, I sure do miss writing in this thing", but I will write a run-on sentence with a bunch of really bad punctuation (and maybe a spelling error or two).

Anyway life has been fun. I don't really know where to start, because I know there will end up being about three thousand things I miss out on...I got rid of the busted truck and got a Jeep...Got thrown on overnights for a few weeks...Wendi and I are embarking on the South Beach Diet, so I haven't had caffeine all week *twitch**twitch*(we are going to be healthy children). It's hard to go from a pot and a half of coffee and a pop or two to nothing, but I will manage...

Speaking of managing, I should probably manage the 11pm newscast.

Type to you later...maybe.
» d-e-d...dead
As some of you may or may not know, I busted up the truck a couple weeks ago.  Ran right into a frickin' mountain.
Here is the aftermath...and a picture of Wendi's broken leg.
» a ton and a half of REO.
Here it is...the moment you have all been waiting for...A ton and a half of REO. I want this so bad!
» gmail.
Anybody want gmail? I have some invites. Leave me a message with your email address if you want it.
» here it goes...
Alright. Here goes nothin'. Check out the past few days in the Sopher house.

Wednesday, January 19th - On her way to class Wendi gets run off the road and gets into a nice little argument with a guardrail.

Thursday, January 20th - Leaving work, Wendi finds a slick spot while walking and goes down for the count...then her and went down to the hospital. My wife got broke. :(

Friday, January 21st - Try as we will, try as we might...not getting her cast on tonight!

Saturday, January 22nd - About a half an hour before the 6pm news the server with all of the video files from our tapeless news station died. Literally. All power supplies died including the backups. And we found out less than five minutes before we were on air the anchor’s mic didn't work. That made for an interesting show.

Sunday, January 23rd - Not actually bad except that two of the three teams I hate the most are in the Super Bowl. (FYI, Miami is @ the top of the list...I knew they weren't going to make it a long time ago.) ;)

Monday (aka, "Hell on Wheels"), January 24th - Finally got an appointment for Wendi to get her cast put on. On the way out to the car we both lost our balance going up a hill and went tumbling down. I don't think she enjoyed that too much, but she told me that I looked like I was flying when I dove to avoid her, so I guess that's pretty cool. We went and got her hot pink cast put on...highlight of the day right there. Later, she is just resting on the couch, and I have just put some stuff in the washer and drier...I have also began to cook dinner. Then the power goes out...like really goes out. After it was out for a half hour I took my happy ass to Macado's to get some food for us. As soon as I walked through the door the power was on...five minutes later it went back out...for three more hours! We stuck it out, but we were really damn cold.

The shadow puppets and kindergarten songs helped out alot though. Thanks dear!

Here's to a better week!
» ta da!
Look they fixed it!
» chaos or not to chaos...
So, things have been interesting lately. Quite honestly, it feels like I wrote in here about two or three days ago. I just feel like life hasn't stopped. The days are running together and shit like that. I've been really restless lately. I mean not like Wendi, who is plagued with...well, with the plague probably. She finally got some drugs. $135 worth of drugs...and that was after insurance did their part. She was in bed @ like 7:30 this evening and was more than likely asleep not long after that. I have been home for over three hours and I bet she has absolutely no clue. I couldn't tell you the last time she slept this soundly. She has been sick for about a month and just went to the doctor earlier today (yesterday now).

Oh, yeah...restless.

I just want to get the hell out of here, but I don't @ the same time. Do you ever get that sort of feeling and just can't seem to shake it. There is this part of me that can't wait for Wendi to graduate so we can move somewhere else and get a non-West Virginia living experience. But, then again, I love it here...I could probably stay here forever and be perfectly happy. I mean shit, I'm just under 24 years of age, have a wife, a house, two paid off cars, a cat, a college degree, a good job (with insurance...big deal in the ol' WV)...so why am I bitching?

Well, that's the thing...I'm not real sure. I just feel like I could do more. Not so much with the "things" in my life. I mean, I feel like I could do more. I feel like I am good enough @ what I do that if Wendi and I were somewhere else we could have nicer paid off cars, and nicer place to live, TWO cats, the more than one "tier" on digital cable, a better job, a wife that didn't have to work, etc. I assume you are getting the picture.

I am sure it will come with time. I think I am just spoiled because my life has moved so fast for the past six months and it is now starting to slow down a little bit. Just not used to it I guess. Eh, whatever. I'm going to bed.
» can't get together anymore.
The "Love Shack" has burnt down. All three of the B-52's fans are devastated.
» shit.
shit(with video)
» not real sure what my point was.
So, it is no secret to those of you who know me well (which @ this point is just Wendi, because I just don't have time to "hang out" anymore) that I love Alice Cooper, and his wonderful radio show, aptly named "Nights with Alice Cooper". Well, he has a tendency to think he is funny to everyone when he is really only funny to himself (just like me...we think we are the funniest people in the world, but somehow only we, ourselves EVER get the jokes), and he screws up a lot. Such as tonight when he talked for about a minute and a half about how pathetic life must be for Billy Squier these days and that he is going to play a Billy Squire song and then flowing right into a Led Zeppelin song. Brilliant!

And while I'm here, you know what I hate?

Not if I don't tell you. ;)

Ok, seriously.

"Seizure lights". You know the Christmas...excuse me...holiday lights that flash violently for no apparent reason. The ones that would make a strobe light craw into a corner and weep. Yeah, I hate them, and people seem to love the damn things because I see them the whole way home every night and I instantly get a headache. I wonder if I could sue if I started seizing.
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