Who says I can't be free?
From all of the things that I used to be
Re-write my history
Who says...?
It's been a long night in New York City
It's been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don't remember you looking any better
But then again I don't remember you.
Back in Oklahoma for a few days, getting some things together for the new job. I started an intense workout regimen that consists of 2hrs of cardio+1hr of toning/strength training, lite carbs, and the absolute worst thing imaginable: NO Miller Lite. That's my new daily routine. It was devastating at first, to be honest, but I'm adjusting better this week. I just keep telling myself these trivialities are required to make my dreams a reality. I can't waste anymore time, so no more whining. That's enough to keep me on track.
I got to see Mrs. TifanniArin and my former boss, Nancy, from my job in Oklahoma. It was awesome to see them. They're not just former co-workers, they're family. It was comforting just listening to them BS about everything that's been going in their personal lives, and with the store since I moved. Hearing their laughter in person made my heart happy.
Haven't seen anyone else though. It's not because I'm avoiding anyone, but I've been helping my mother get her house cleaned up after OK Ice Age 2010. Driving around yesterday, it was pretty insane to see the ice damage all over Texoma. Huge, aged trees that literally froze to the middle ring in their trunks, completely split open and laying on the ground like casualties in some, "middle of the nite", ground war. Giant electric poles weren't immune to the arctic assault either. Some of the wounded poles, like fallen soliders, laid in the roads in rural areas,. Their bleeding live wires poured from their busted heads.
The AEP paramedics still hadn't picked up those lanky electric pole casualties that I saw this afternoon. I understand though, there were just too many. I imagine this is what Wounded Knee looked like after General Custer raped and pillaged the Great Sioux Nation. Except instead of thousands of Indians massacred, trees and pretty much anything else standing outside during the freeze raid became the target of a mass, attempted genocide. Just like the Sioux, those trees and other structures (such as my mother's steel, 12 foot tall TV antenna behind her house), were totally unprepared for such a vicious attack. Their abruptly split open insides, laying on the dirty ground. No privacy even in their deaths. Just insides hanging out. Few survived.
My mother also noted that on day 3 of being stuck inside her home turned bunker, she witnessed a "freezing fog". How haunting is that? A freeze fog. "Isn't that just frozen air?!?!", I asked her. "Yes", she replied. Fuck that. I would've started crying and probably would've got down on my hands and knees and began repenting for all of my sins if I saw the air in front of me just up and freeze. That's some Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero shit! Thankfully, my mother is a trooper, and she stayed safe from the arctic attack inside her new found home bunker.
Her final statement upon OK Ice Age 2010;
I got to see Mrs. TifanniArin and my former boss, Nancy, from my job in Oklahoma. It was awesome to see them. They're not just former co-workers, they're family. It was comforting just listening to them BS about everything that's been going in their personal lives, and with the store since I moved. Hearing their laughter in person made my heart happy.
Haven't seen anyone else though. It's not because I'm avoiding anyone, but I've been helping my mother get her house cleaned up after OK Ice Age 2010. Driving around yesterday, it was pretty insane to see the ice damage all over Texoma. Huge, aged trees that literally froze to the middle ring in their trunks, completely split open and laying on the ground like casualties in some, "middle of the nite", ground war. Giant electric poles weren't immune to the arctic assault either. Some of the wounded poles, like fallen soliders, laid in the roads in rural areas,. Their bleeding live wires poured from their busted heads.
The AEP paramedics still hadn't picked up those lanky electric pole casualties that I saw this afternoon. I understand though, there were just too many. I imagine this is what Wounded Knee looked like after General Custer raped and pillaged the Great Sioux Nation. Except instead of thousands of Indians massacred, trees and pretty much anything else standing outside during the freeze raid became the target of a mass, attempted genocide. Just like the Sioux, those trees and other structures (such as my mother's steel, 12 foot tall TV antenna behind her house), were totally unprepared for such a vicious attack. Their abruptly split open insides, laying on the dirty ground. No privacy even in their deaths. Just insides hanging out. Few survived.
My mother also noted that on day 3 of being stuck inside her home turned bunker, she witnessed a "freezing fog". How haunting is that? A freeze fog. "Isn't that just frozen air?!?!", I asked her. "Yes", she replied. Fuck that. I would've started crying and probably would've got down on my hands and knees and began repenting for all of my sins if I saw the air in front of me just up and freeze. That's some Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero shit! Thankfully, my mother is a trooper, and she stayed safe from the arctic attack inside her new found home bunker.
Her final statement upon OK Ice Age 2010;
I want a generator for my birthday, Elizabeth. They're like 800.00.
If you know me at all, you know I'm going to need help getting that gift wrapped.
I heard from Stephen, my boss from Enigma LLC last nite. He invited me to his Birthday Comedy Roast on March 30th in Dallas, TX. That should definitely be a good time! I always wondered what it would be like to participate in a comedy roast, like on Comedy Central. Now I get to find out. It was almost as if he set himself up for giving me material earlier, as he started our conversation with, "Why don't you like Nickelback?"
Really, Stephen? ... Nickelback?
I say that with nothing but love too. If it wasn't for Stephen and Enigma, I wouldn't have been able to break into the industry I'm working in today. More than that, I found an amazing friend. If anyone deserves to have his loved ones spend a nite giving him shit in the name of love, it's Stephen for sure.
Lots to do today. Update later tonite.
If you know me at all, you know I'm going to need help getting that gift wrapped.
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I heard from Stephen, my boss from Enigma LLC last nite. He invited me to his Birthday Comedy Roast on March 30th in Dallas, TX. That should definitely be a good time! I always wondered what it would be like to participate in a comedy roast, like on Comedy Central. Now I get to find out. It was almost as if he set himself up for giving me material earlier, as he started our conversation with, "Why don't you like Nickelback?"
Really, Stephen? ... Nickelback?
I say that with nothing but love too. If it wasn't for Stephen and Enigma, I wouldn't have been able to break into the industry I'm working in today. More than that, I found an amazing friend. If anyone deserves to have his loved ones spend a nite giving him shit in the name of love, it's Stephen for sure.
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Lots to do today. Update later tonite.
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