I just got a new job within the library system. It will require me to wear a tie, at least for the first few weeks. I only own one tie now so I went shopping yesterday with Kelly. We did not really find anything that I was willing to spend my hardly earned money on, so we decide to head back to her place to hang out for a little bit before I had to go to work (still at “old job” and I don’t really know when I will start the “new job”). In the car (sexy) I start this.
Me: You want kids?
Kelly: (looks at me kinda surprised)
Me: Not today! Just eventually, you know?
K: Well I thought I did. I mean a year or two ago I was all about the wanting the husband and family thing but now..... I think I’m too selfish.
Me: (I look at her kinda surprised)
K: I wanted 6 boys and 1 girl, I mean from out of my body. That’s not counting foster kids or something like that.
Me: Wow!?
K: I had names and all kinds of stuff figured out. What about you do you want kids?
Me: Yep. I don’t have a number or anything but I have a name I like...for a daughter.
(We talked about names for another 2 minutes when she said)
K: What do you think about the name Saffron?
Me: What like for a stripper? (I asked with a laugh)
She did not talk to me again, till we got to her house.
Saturday, September 20, 2003 Aah, good times.
I often start staring contest with patrons, but I don’t tell them we are having a staring contest. I always win of course. This is just one of the way I entertain myself while I’m at work. The best is when they play the game with me and I still win. I don’t think they know they are playing the game but they hang in there and that really makes things interesting. I have to focus on doing the checking-out process with out looking down at what I am doing.
The patrons that look away immediately are fun too. I make “suggestions” about what ever fits the moment, when in reality I am imposing my will upon them (These aren’t the books you looking for). I don’t gain anything from any of this, I just like to see how people react to things.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003 Enough of this mushy stuff
I was in junior high school when I started taking Tai Kwon Doe at the local YMCA. I had been going for a while but this time was the first time my mom had sat in and watched the class. It was a sparring night and I was matched up, to fight one of the instructors. He was a nice guy and very helpful, and he stood about a foot plus, taller then me. I was not very aggressive when I would spar. I always took a defensive stance. Tonight the instructor I was facing must have decided that I had been there long enough so he was not holding back as much a he had in the past. I was overwhelmed and taking a lot of hits. I got one good shot in to his stomach but I left my face unprotected. POW! I am knocked back by a blow to the face and I stumbled back then a kick to the stomach knocks me down. The other instructor throws me a towel because my nose is bleeding. On my hands and knees, I look over at my mom and she started to stand, but I motion her to sit back down.
I rise and throw the bloody white towel to the out side of the battlegrounds. Looking at my opponent I take an offensive stance; ala, Neo in the subway station with Agent Smith. (at least that is how I remember it) For the first time in my life I am attacking someone but with complete control of my anger. I don’t kid myself in that this guy could have taken me out at any point, but man I was good. I threw combinations of kicks and punches (it’s all in the mind), and on occasion blocked some of his counters. Mostly I just took every thing right on the chin/gut/leg/ nose/side of head/…well you get the idea. The match was called a minute later. The head instructor throws the bloody towel. The instructor that I was fighting pats me on the head said “we need to work on your blocking but that is how I want you to fight from now on”.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003 I’m like, totally crushing
After dinner with The Nation, Ms. The Nation and two other co-workers (Charlie and Karen), I dropped by to see Kelly. The artist formerly known as new friend. She was doing some spring-cleaning, bill paying and stuff while I played with the kitten; named Reece for now, and watched the Two Towers on DVD. We would talk while she worked and I played. Then the phone rang. After a few minutes she said that this was gonna take a while. I said I’ll go because it was late and we had not planned see each other tonight anyway. Really, it was no big deal. I could tell that Kelly wanted me to stay but did not expect me to sit through a phone conversation with her aunt. Said I’d let myself out, but she followed me to the door anyway. She could not talk, so I said bye and went to my car. (That’s right, the sexy car)
I had a feeling that she would call me when she got off the phone. I did not assume she would nor did I expect her to, I just had a feeling. I stopped for gas on the way home and even had time to get ready for bed when my phone rang. Kelly opened with apologies but I cut her off. I told her that it was not a problem. We had not planned on see each other, and I was just dropping by to say hey. It was around 11:00pm when she called. We did not get off the phone till after 12:30am. I like this girl a lot, but I am not rushing anything. The cool thing is I think she might like me too
Friday, September 05, 2003 Hey Jonny was I ever this bad?
Last night I drove down to Rockhill, South Carolina, to go to a country bar called The Long Branch to meet Robin and Chairman Mike. The deal was 5 bands for 5 dollars, and one of the bands was the Swaggarts, Robin’s old band. The money was to go to a charity called Tuesday’s Child. After I paid the cover/donation to get in, I found the guys right away. This is when I met Mat an old high school friend of the guys. Mat does not shy away from any thing or anyone. I think he talked to every girl that walked by, now that does not mean they talked back to him. This made for a very entertaining night.
As girls would walk by our cluster of guys Mat would lean over and tap a girl on the shoulder and ask “your not leavin’ are you”, the girl would just nod yes and keep walking. This went on all night. Now and then mat would just yell owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Sometimes I know why but most of the time I had no clue what it was for. (I will end a sentence with a preposition and you will like it)
Me: Hey Mat do you have a follow-up to the “your not leavin’” line?
Mat: (looks at me and smiles with that drunken glaze in his eyes and shrugs his shoulders)
Chairman Mike: Yeah, his follow-up is owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Wednesday, September 03, 2003 Billy don’t be a hero
It is hypocritical of me to write about some that doesn’t post, but I think that most of would agree with the following statement. I miss the art of xkingcarpx. I believe that he had the most entertaining web site of all the people that I link to. Not counting Michaelpella. I enjoy reading all of the link that I have below, but his comics and single frame scetches were the best. We don’t always have time to read about someones first love, first hate, or whatever. But there was always time for a comic at xkingcarpx. You have been “gone fishing” for long enough, I for one am awaiting the return of the king.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003 I’ve Never Seen A Pretty Girl Look So Tough
My “new friend” needed me to jumpstart her car last night. That is not a metaphor. I had been driving her car earlier that evening and I must have left the lights on. In my defense, it was the first time I had driven her car and new friend had just gotten a kitten so we were both excited about getting the kitty settled in to her new home.
Anyway, after we got her car started we stood around and talked to give the battery time to charge. I am leaning against my car and she is standing in front of me, twirling my Mag-light at about hip level. That is not a metaphor either.
New Friend: This is really nice (the mag-light).
Me: It has good balance so you can really hit someone good, then flip it around to look at them bleed.
(I am now watching the mag-light very closely, because as she twirls it, if she lost her hold chances are it would hit me or my car)
New Friend: Much better then a tire iron
(as she finishes her sentence, the mag-light slips from her hand but she catches it before it can hit the ground)
Me: I was worried something like that might happen.
New Friend: What, me dropping your light?
Me: Actually, you hitting me in the nuts.
This embarrassed her so she went to go move her car. How is it that someone can talk about beating people, but then gets embarrassed when I say “hitting me in the nuts”?
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I stand corrected
