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Late Saturday:

Deep in the depths of my mind, sometimes I feel a feeling that seems
to be telling me that things might just be ok. If I just sort of sit and try
to feel the aura of the earth, it is sort of soothing at times. It feels like
maybe people are ok, and they have been programmed to worry a lot of extra worry
about things just to make sure that nothing really bad will ever happen.
It is hard to ignore that a lot of bad things have happened, but maybe we just
don’t know the meaning of the word ‘bad’.

I think if every person decided that things would be ok, then they would.
I have no logical basis for that sort of silly notion, but sometimes it makes
me feel a little better and sometimes that’s just what I need.

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Friday:

It was my birthday today. Thanks for forgetting about it! Nah, I forgive you.
I went out to eat with some friends. It was nice. We went to a brewery/restaurant
place in Pasadena, a mostly boring place in the Los Angeles area known for nice
restaurants and bored cops.

I’m a ripe 23 years now. That might sound old to you, and it might sound
young to you, but to me it sounds just right.

Now I just have to figure out how to act my age…

Friday:

Silly Song Day:
Beat me once! Beat me twice! Just beat me!
Beat me down! Beat me up! Just beat me!
(repeat until you’re really sick of it)

When I’m walking down the street
looking for some meat
I see them looking at me–hee.
(ow).

They don’t know my name,
despite all my fame
But they’re looking just the same–hame.
(ooh).

Beat me once! Beat me twice! Just beat me!
Beat me down! Beat me up! Just beat me!
(repeat until you’re really sick of it)

So I look ’em in the eye,
and I let out a war cry (aaahhh)
and they know I’m a bad boy–aye!
(ow).

And then the battle begins,
this war never ends
it’s the way of the night—
(the way of the night!).

Beat me once! Beat me twice! Just beat me!
Beat me down! Beat me up! Just beat me!
(repeat until you’re really sick of it)

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Thursday:

When I first left college and entered the corporate world a little over a year ago,
I found myself dropped into a new world with new interactions, new lingo, new jokes,
and new expectations. It was all foreign and strange. My first reaction was distaste.
“How can people live like this?” I wondered. Since then I’ve adapted and started
to realize that even the people completely submerged in this foreign world don’t take
it all so seriously. I’ve begun to document a phenomenon I’ll call
“corporate banter”.

Here’s an example. A coworker today got an email from a woman at another company
(whom he does not know in person). They had planned to meet to discuss some
work-related stuff.
She referred to the meeting like this: “I thought we had gotten
our thingies in synch…”
She was merely referring to their schedules, but it gave me a giggle.

Thursday:

It’s sad what not having money can do to a person in our society. People without money
feel as if they have no way out of their situation. They start to believe that things
are not fair and there is no legal way for them to get what they need, and they
may be right.

At any rate, we have some friends that we feel we cannot trust. The friends in question
don’t have much money (read ‘not much’ as ‘any’). Now, when some has turned up
missing, we can’t help but wonder. Whether I feel guitly about my suspicions
or not, they still remain and I can’t deny them. I hope I’m not right, though.

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Wednesday:

Jorge and I went to Del Taco for some
late night refueling. When we got back, I realized I had left my keys inside.
That’s sort of an issue for us since we live in the hood. Our house is pretty
much a fortress with huge spikey bars on all the windows and big metal doors.
We were locked out!

One of our other roommates, Chris, was out and would be returning eventually, so all
we had to was wait… (but for how long?).

So all Jorge and I had to do sit there and talk. And talk we did.

Wednesday:

Doh! I stayed up past 5am on a work night!
Why do I do this to myself?

That’s gonna hurt in the morning.

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Tuesday:

List Day:
Warm socks straight from the dryer on a cold morning, running through sprinklers
on an impossibly hot day, eggnog on Christmas Eve, burnt marshmallows, sour gummy bears,
a single bead of sweat rolling down the middle of your back, accomplishment,
resolution, a still wet night together, hydraulic cars, imitation cheese powder,
the big city closing in around you, shelter, “dy-no-mite“.

Tuesday:

List Day:
A cat screaming out its last breath, the look of that homeless man on the corner,
my own fears of failure, frustration, fatigue, denial, a still hot night alone,
pork rinds, stale beer, the big city closing in on you, broken pencil tips, stolen dreams,
shelter, bad music, bad acting, bad boob jobs, “fire in the hole”.

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Sunday/Monday:

After a very late night out at a very cool party, I stayed up tinkering until mid-morning
before going to bed. Then I slept most of the day. I
had decided to get up the first time I woke up, and I did. And I found myself in the
middle of a ridiculously hot afternoon. Oh my… I thought I was going to faint
or something a couple of times… Even now, I’m sitting here in my underwear just
sort of sweating and radiating heat… Man.

Whoever pissed off God, make ammends or something so we can all sit in our underwear in
peace. For crying out loud.