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number four came to me last nite on the drive home. i really would like to be a chef. i really enjoy cooking and few have had the pleasure of tasting some of my culinary delights. now i know how to cook a mean grilled cheese and pepperoni, but i am not limited to just sandwiches. i can cook a good steak, medium rare none the less. recently i cooked some salmon. man that was good. back when i was working at the gap in boston, a buddy of mine up there was going to culinary school and he would hook me up with some cool recipes. ii would like to create my own dishes and as many know im not big on “healthy” things. it would all be good food, and of course not good for you. wine and beer would be a staple.

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each nite while i am driving home after work it gives a chance to think of other things i would rather be doing. lately the topic of wonderment has been the top five jobs that i would rather be doing. i got this idea after watching high fidelity last week. so over the next few days i will be writing about my top five jobs i would rather be doing. some might surprise people. this brings me to number five. A professional basketball player. nevermind the crazy cash and loads of beautiful women, but playing a game that i loved for the greater part of my life, and getting paid for it, i mean you would have to be crazy not to want to pursue a dream like that. travel all over the US. meet all kinds of cool, nice people. again play a sport that i love. it just couldnt be better. again this is a pipedream that would never come true. but i fantasize about shooting ball with the most talented athletes in the world.

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last nite i had a weird dream. i dreamt that you died in a car crash. but the real strange part is i knew i was dreaming about you dying in a car crash. its like i was dreaming of a dream. in my awake state in my dream, i realized that maybe it was closure. that it took you dying, in my dream state, for closure from whatever it is that i was holding onto in my awake state.

to say this weekend was interesting would be an understatement. and when i say weekend i guess mine started on wed. went out wed, thurs, fri and sat nite. probably go out tonite if i get off work in time. wed nite hit up georges, malones, treffs, oakleys and brewsters. thurs nite was just brewsters. fri nite we had no plans so trav and i did a lil back roading. we ended up in malone at this place called howells. walked in ordered two beers and the bartender asked if we wanted tall or small. the answer was of course tall. then i asked how much and she said 2.50$. i quickly said no how much for both and she again said 2.50$. i handed her a five spot and told her to keep the change. i can honestly say i have never had a colder cheaper bigger beer than that of howells in malone. i strongly suggest if you are ever between hillsboro and hubbard to check out howells. after howells we went up to outback then to fridays and over to oakleys again.

saturday most of the day was spent sleeping. i think i finally got out of bed around 430 or so. me and trav headed out to marlin to a blues fest. well within three minutes of pulling into town we see a marlin cop whip around in a parking lot and hit his lights. one of the guys he was going to talk to i guess took off running. so of course being the concerned citizens we are, trav and i turned up the block and circled around. the guy that was running from the cops ran right up to us, and walked right behind my truck and then took off into some woods. an undercover cop came up behind us and didnt see the guy, so trav and i both pointed the dude out hiding in the woods and the cop jumps out with his gun drawn and starts yelling at the guy to get down. so trav and i drive off and head over to the blues fest. we didnt feel like spending ten to get in so we sat in my truck and listened from the street. after about 2 hrs or so we decide to head out and get back to waco. on our way back marg sends me a text and asks if we want to come out to her moms. so we head out there for a bit, catch the end of the lakers spurs game, drink a few cold ones with jackey and around 330 decide to come back home. then marla calls as we are heading back to town and says she is at some party, we we head over there for a bit. so needless to say i got home around 430 and pass out around 5. only to wake up and come to work at 11 or so.

just another long weekend.

wow does anyone like the new blogger?

i guess i needed a break from this thing for awhile. ive been real busy with work. my schedule has been so out of whack its not even funny. i have become the nite guy. from about 5 until midnite the only human interaction i have is either when i go to fed ex, or go grab another dr. pepper at the shell station around the corner. i have become friends with the gas station attendant over there. she probably thinks i have a dr. pepper problem. i swear its like crack. sometimes work goes really fast, then there are other nites its super slow. i like it alright. it always feels like i am fucking something up. i am allergic to one of the chemicals in the paper we use to press boards, so i get these posion ivy looking rashes on my arms. i usually go out of town on the weekends. last weekend it was a wedding in fort worth that was a lot of fun. makes me glad im not married though. who knows. maybe i will write more 2morrow. sorry to keep everyone at bay with my oh so interesting life…

I’m not a perfect person
as many things I wish I didn’t do
but I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
and so I have to say before I go
that I just want you to know

I’ve found a reason for me
to change who I used to be
a reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I’m sorry that I hurt you
it’s something I must live with everyday
and all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
and be the one who catches all your tears
that’s why I need you to hear

I’ve found a resaon for me
to change who I used to be
a reason to start over new
and the reason is you
and the reason is you
and the reason is you
and the reason is you

I’m not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
and so I have to say before I go
that I just want you to know

I’ve found a reason for me
to change who I used to be
a reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I’ve found a reason to show
a side of me you didn’t know
a reason for all that I do
and the reason is you