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| Sunday, May 24th, 2009 | | 7:10 am |
Writer's Block: There Can Be Only One
I believe in monogamy much like I believe in Christianity. I know that it exists. I see people doing it. I just don't believe in the ideas held within it. If it works for you and your life, then groovy. | | Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 | | 2:58 pm |
Taking Fire
I meant to post this to LJ earlier, but never got around to it. Here ya go. (TL;DR: Gunfight outside, my apartment got shot, it's scary.)
Tonight, around 8:00 or so in the evening, I was at home laying in bed. I was on the phone, relaxing a bit, when I heard the sound of gunfire coming from outside of the apartment. I was in the bedroom, which sits on the east side of the building. The gunshots were coming from the east, across the street within the apartment complex. I roll off of the bed and drop to the floor. Just as I do this, one of the shots makes a connection with my building. It’s one of the last ones in the exchange, so I quickly grab my pistol, conveniently right under my bed, while calling 911. I slid the pistol under my belt, covered it with a shirt, and cautiously stepped from my apartment. I knew exactly the apartment this must have come from, as it is constantly full of thug-acting assholes. Loud music, yelling, whatever, at all hours. I had complained to the office about these people, and they never really cared. As I came from the breezeway of my building, I heard the yelling. Thugs yelling about “nigga” this and “nigga” that. Each one accusing the other of firing shots. There was no resolution here. While standing outside of my building, I thought I’d take a look to see where the building was hit. Then I saw it. the bullet hole in the building was in the area around my bedroom. I thought “Wow. Surely it didn’t make it past that.” So I went inside, looking around my bedroom. I found the bullet hole coming from my wardrobe where I keep my good clothes. Then I found the next hole. And the next. Etc. All told, the bullet went thru the outer wall, into my wardrobe, through my tuxedo, out of the wardrobe, out of the bedroom and into the utility closet, it grazed the water heater, then it went thru the other side of the closet and into the kitchen. Only then was it stopped by my kitchen cabinets. I had a bullet rip thru my home just a few feet away from where I was laying in bed. WTF, people? | | Monday, March 9th, 2009 | | 7:38 am |
How fair. Got arrested for a clerical error.
So, I found myself in a bad situation tonight. I was handcuffed, thrown in a squad car, searched, robbed of my belongings, and locked in a jail cell. My crime? I wanted better rates on car insurance. See, a while back, I decided to switch insurance companies. I went out and found a better rate, so I called my previous insurer and told them that I would be switching. I went to the new insurer, paid my premiums, and got my new insurance filed away. I got my new little insurance card and carried on with life. Fast forward to tonight. I was on my way home from my parents' place. My mother had sent me home with a bunch of frozen groceries because she needed room in her freezer. I was excited about $300 in free food. I passed by a cop who was parked in the center turn lane on Highway 37 with his light bar going. He jumped up to speed and was on my ass in a matter of seconds. Flipping his lights back on, he pulled me over. Officer #1 approaches, asks for ID & Insurance. I hand him my license, do some searching, and determine that I don't know where my insurance form is. He says "Okay, thats good enough." I ask what the stop was about, and he tells me my tag is expired. Damn. He heads back to his car. I wait. Officer #2 approaches and asks me to step out. I am handcuffed and put in the back of a car for driving with a suspended license. They don't tell my why my license is suspended. At this point, I am completely confused. My license has never been suspended. They take me to Newcastle PD and call a tow truck for my car. I asked them if I could get someone there to take it instead, but they refused. (Hey, ya gotta earn those kickbacks from the tow company somehow, right?) At the PD, they take my stuff and put me in jail. They let me use my phone to call out. I call my parents and ask them to come get me. Eventually, they get there with the required $442 in cash. So I was arrested, my car impounded along with $300 in frozen groceries, and charged a bunch of cash because somewhere the DPS filed something away incorrectly. Eff you, Oklahoma state law. | | Thursday, December 11th, 2008 | | 2:15 am |
So, on Saturday I crashed the a la mode party. I decided to log my consumption by taking iPhone pics of each drink. I'm pretty sure I got them all. ( The List! ) | | Friday, September 14th, 2007 | | 11:19 pm |
I am so tired of being broke. And in pain. So, I need to find a decent job. And a dentist. ..I don't know which I'm more afraid of. | | Monday, August 13th, 2007 | | 4:58 pm |
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| | Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007 | | 2:54 pm |
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Hmm. My birthday is on Monday. They never really seem to be that big of a deal after 21, do they? :) Looking at my life right now.. Love life : Going absolutely wonderfully. I've never been as happy in a relationship as I am now. Krystal is loving, fun to be around, and we get along really well. I know I've not been with her for too incredibly long, but I see this one lasting. Friends : I have some really great friends in my life. I may not be as socially busy as I have been in the past, but I know that I can rely upon those around me. Finances : I'm rather secure in this realm. No worries or stresses here. Career : This one causes stress. I need to look at ways of improving this situation. Overall, I find myself smiling much of the time. Life is good. Current Mood:  satisfied | | Thursday, February 8th, 2007 | | 12:36 am |
Not a real post, but..
The hippies, who had never really believed they were the wave of the future anyway, saw the election results as brutal confirmation of the futility of fighting the establishment on its own terms. There had to be a whole new scene, they said, and the only way to do it was to make the big move—either figuratively or literally—from Berkeley to the Haight-Ashbury, from pragmatism to mysticism, from politics to dope…. The thrust is no longer for ‘change’ or ‘progress’ or ‘revolution,’ but merely to escape, to live on the far perimeter of a world that might have been. Hunter S. Thompson, May 1967, “The Hashbury is the Capital of the Hippies,” from THE GREAT SHARK HUNT (NY: Simon & Schuster 1979), pp 392-394 | | Tuesday, December 12th, 2006 | | 1:49 am |
| | Thursday, December 7th, 2006 | | 4:43 am |
Who wants to be my date??
So, do any of my female friends want to attend a party on the 17th? My company is having a party on Sunday, Dec 17th from 7:30P-1:00A, and I need a "date" for it. It is a formal event, and Krystal doesn't do the whole formal thing, which I totally understand. So, who has a nice dress and wants to go to a fancy party? We've rented out Pearls Lakeside and there will be a ton of free food, drinks, desserts, and such. I'll screen comments, but.. c'mon. I bought a tuxedo and such for this, and I need to have someone to drag along.  | | Friday, October 27th, 2006 | | 11:29 pm |
| | Sunday, October 15th, 2006 | | 5:28 pm |
Happy Birthday at Gunpoint!
So, on Saturday night I was at a party to celebrate my friends Jesse & Dana's birthdays. Things were going well. There was drinking, there were people smoking hookah in Jesse's room, and overall it was a mostly enjoyable experience. There were some guests outside of Jesse's room, which has its own external door, being overly loud. So, the police had come by earlier in the evening to tell us we should keep it down. Later on, some more people had come to the party and were gathering outside of Jesse's room once again. Again, the neighbors called the police, instead of just asking us to keep it down. This time, Officer Moss shows up. He is outside shining his flashlight around and trying to make a big show out of his authority, when someone opens the door to walk outside and he spots my hookah sitting on a table. This is when things took a turn towards the stupid. In his mind, of course, this was absolute evidence of illicit narcotic use. Let me clarify something here: I have never ONCE partaken in illicit narcotics. Not one time. So, this officer takes it upon himself to push thru a crowd of people and shove the door open. When he did this, the door struck a guest who was standing on the other side of it. Having felt that someone was there, the officer put his shoulder into it, striking the party guest once again and pushing him back against the wall behind the door. The officer then went for his firearm and unholsters it. He began screaming at everyone to "Sit the fuck down. Sit the fuck down right NOW." I stand there for a moment, not really believing that this exaggerated caricature of a power-tripping cop was actually holding a gun and screaming at us when there were no crimes committed. I sat down and waited for the officer to calm himself a bit. After a moment, I said "You need to calm down with your sidearm there, sir. In fact, I'll need to have your name and badge number immediately." At this point, he raised his side-arm to point directly at my face, shaking it around and screaming at me to "SHUT THE HELL UP. SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT GOD DAMN NOW. YOU'LL GET IT WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT." It became abundantly clear, at this point, that this was not a male stripper hired for the birthday party. Having gotten a proper feel for the intelligence level I was up against, I decided to just shut up and wait for his backup to arrive, because it is less likely for him to just decide to shoot someone if there are other officers there. At this point, one of the inebriated guests speaks up, saying "Actually, sir, we will need your badge number right now." Officer Moss looks to him and says "You'll get it. When I arrest every person in this apartment, it'll be on your arrest tickets." Many people in the room spoke up, saying "There hasn't been a crime." His response was to look at my hookah and say "Yeah, right." The inebriated guest once again spoke up to say "No, I need your name and badge number now." In response to this, the officer ordered him to stand up. He then placed him in handcuffs and told him to sit back down on the other side of the door. So, we wait for a moment and another officer shows up. This one is Officer Van Norton. He is calm, relaxed, and in control of himself. He steps in, asks a few questions on what is going on, and assesses the situation. At this point, I speak up, pointing to the hookah, and say "Sir, you should know that all of this is mine." I pointed under the futon. "There is more of the tobacco there under the futon if you would like to check it out. This is just tobacco, completely legitimate." He steps over and points at the mostly-empty baggie labeled "Caramel Macchiato." "What’s this?" "That’s just a baggie that contained some of the tobacco." He opened it up and smelled it. "This isn't pot... Hell, this looks like sesame chicken." At this point, things wound down, with Officer Van Norton explaining to Officer Moss that it was just tobacco and that his big arrest would have to come another day. Officer Moss hauled the inebriated guest off to detox, since he was drunken outside of his own home. I'm sure he has been picked up at this point and should be okay. I spoke with the lieutenant on duty at the time who tried to brush my complaints off. I informed him that he'll have to deal with a formal complaint on this matter. Current Mood:  pissed off | | Sunday, September 3rd, 2006 | | 8:26 am |
I'm okay..
But my car isn't.
I was at work on Friday, and a co-worker, Ryan, needed someone to run him home to pick something up, so I was running him to his place during my lunch break. On my way back, I was eastbound on the Expressway in the middle lane, and I had to stop at a stoplight at Expressway & Cherokee. I stop, since that is what one DOES at a stop light. The driver behind me, however, would tend to disagree. She was driving an older piece of shit black Cadillac STS. She was unable to stop for whatever reason, and instead steered to split the lanes. Instead of hitting me directly, she went up the passenger side and also hit the driver's side of the car in the right-hand lane. As you can see, I got most of the damage in this. When she came along the side of my car, she managed to catch both the rear and front wheels, ruining the rims and flattening the tires, and also leaving damage along the side of the car.. When she caught the rims, it pulled them forward with enough force to severely damage both axles, it would seem. Not a cheap fix. Nobody was really injured, which is a good thing. That's about as far as the good goes in this situation. The woman, whose name I don't even know, claimed that her brakes had gone completely out, and that she was unable to stop. The police would later reveal that this was a lie and that her brakes had been working just fine. I saw her tires, and they were worn completely smooth. They looked almost like slicks. I'll try to get pics of that. The woman said that she had bought the car that day from an individual.. a friend of hers. We're completely unsure of any insurance that this vehicle may or may not have had. Looks like she was completely uninsured. She was driving on a suspended license. As a result, she was hauled off to jail on the spot. Hoo-fucking-ray. When she got out of the car, she was wearing a work shirt.. from Taco Bell. Chances she can pay for this accident out of pocket? Fucking nil. So.. now I'm borrowing my parents' truck.. it gets terrible gas mileage, so I'm not really able to go visit anyone who lives too far from me.. which is about everyone. My car is not by ANY means drivable, and it will cost a ton of money to fix. It is very unlikely that I will get anything out of this woman, as she is broke and almost certainly uninsured. Shit.
EDIT: Oh, by the way, I only have liability insurance, since I never really planned to HIT people. Go figure. I had uninsured motorist coverage.. Ya know what? That only covers medical. I didn't know that. I'm dropping that coverage next week. Current Mood: Well, fuck. | | Monday, August 28th, 2006 | | 9:02 pm |
Haley : You're a hooker. That is all. | | Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 | | 7:08 pm |
Oh yeah, this old thing...
Sorry for the lack of updates for some time now. I was feeling down for awhile and then I became very busy. So, I have a job now. I'm working at a la mode now, doing phone support. The pay is pretty decent, and its a really relaxed place, so I'm digging it. I'll probably do a post about it at some point. I'm looking to move to a new place maybe by the middle of next month. Depends on income and such. Thats about it for now, really. I can't think of much to post about. Take care, peoples! Current Mood: good | | Monday, May 22nd, 2006 | | 11:39 pm |
A question for my geek friends..
What games would one run on a 733Mhz PIII w/ 128MB of RAM and a decent vid card for the time, running Windows XP? Does anyone have any old games they could give me a copy of for such a system? Thanks in advance, guys! Current Mood:  tired | | Sunday, May 14th, 2006 | | 5:42 pm |
On Mothers' Day...
Have you ever wondered what the origin of Mothers' Day was? Why do we celebrate this day, other than to give thanks to the woman who brought us into this world? Mothers' Day was origionally conceived by Julia Ward Howe (1819-1910), an American poet and member of the Unitarian Church. She had gained much of her fame by the writing of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic," a song that became very popular during the American Civil War. It cheered on the forces of the Northern Army with lyrics such as : I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.After seeing the horrors unleashed by the battles of the Civil War, though, Howe became a pacifist, greatly pushing an end to all wars. Also on her "radical leftist" agenda were such crazy ideas as the abolition of slavery in all states and the right to vote for women. Damned liberals. In 1870, Howe wrote the Mother's Day Proclamation. We have this woman and her efforts at encouraging peace to thank for this holiday. Mother's Day ProclamationArise, then, women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts,
Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says: "Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe our dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace,
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God.
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And at the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace. Current Mood: good | | Thursday, April 27th, 2006 | | 9:42 pm |
Because I did everyone else's..
Leave a comment on my livejournal and... 1. I'll respond with something random I like about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll name something we should do together. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me). 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you. 6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you should post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people. EDIT : This one really is quite hard. Give me some time on this. Current Mood: good | | 4:19 pm |
Taken from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) jdtokc Help out Micah!! He ROCKS!So one of my good friends and probably one of the MOST AMAZING and KINDpeople I've ever known is trying to raise money on his own to fund hismission trip to Ecuador this June. I am posting a Paypal link that willlet people donate any amount they may wish to, if they want to helpout. It's for an insanely great cause, he's going down there completelywithout sponsorship to stay for two months to help build things, andhelp the less fortunate out. I think this is a great thing, so if youhave a spare buck or two laying around, feel free to help Micah get hiskickass self to Ecuador. In fact if donations reach $50 bucks, I'llthrow in a minimum of triple the amount of the donations. Micah is oneof the great staff who make the great drinks/food available at CafeBella in OKC, struggling college student, and still manages to beinsanely nice and compassionate to people. Current Mood: good |
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