Currently on meds to lower blood pressure because I'm at the beginning stages of HTP.
Not liking the way they affect me.

But yea, ended up goin' to a strip club w/ some ol' college buds the other night.
Ran into a woman that was almost a serious enough relationship that she could've qualified for ex-girlfriend status.
An aggressive lapdance.
I re-injure my knee.

There are some quality stories in there, I'm just not in the right mindset to put 'em on paper.

Open house, good times.
Feels weird pitching a house I currently live in.
'Specially when nobody told me it was gonna happen today.
At least it lead to inspiration to write a happy foreclosure song.
'Cuz there should be at least one happy song out there in our current economy.

Semi-hectic life = myself not posting regularly.
Go figure.
Just wanted to share this gem with you before I head back into editing mode.
Feel free to guess which one was me.

A: So I was trying to tempt [our friend] into buying a PS3 by telling him to put it on his credit card. I was pretty much the devil on his shoulder.
B: Well, that's not fair. At least bring me out to be the angel on the other shoulder and give him a chance.
B: *whisper* use the credit card...
A: That's not much of an angel.
B: But I said it softer.

Just curious.
Would everyone rather have me focus on the lighter pieces or the serious ones first?

I try to get away from alcohol.
It just has a knack for finding me.

As evidenced by the 11 drinking flasks I own now.
The most recent one featuring the words "Holy Water" on the front along w/ a picture of Jesus.
Which makes me wonder: what would Jesus put inside here.
Probably wine.
Change it back to water at sobriety check points.
That man could party.

Just wanted to make an official post thanking all the peeps that sent greetings my way and/or helped me celebrate the anniversary of the day I got forced out of my mother's uterus.
My liver might hate you, but I don't.
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I have no idea what my magic number is at the moment.
I do know I don't mind claiming my younger brother as blood now.
It's the older one that's adopted.

Monday consisted of a mini-road trip to Santa Barbara.
I figured out I actually enjoy driving the Miata if I have the roof down.
'Specially when I'm taking the coastal route up.
The PCH tags on an extra hr. but the fresh sea breeze makes it worth it.

Spoketopia 2
It's a showcase of the students from the first nationally credited collegiate course on Spoken Word.
I hate my brother an' his college.
Because I never had access to spoken word during my collegiate years, I've always had to road trip to Costa Mesa.
But now I'm letting bitterness sidetrack me...
I enjoyed it overall.
Great balance of humor an' deeper pieces.
My brother rocked the mic an' the stage that just had the audience stupefied by his brilliance.
Which, again, is why I'm okay w/ him being related to me.

The multi-talented Mose brothers.
Leave it up to me to have a 5min piece talking 'bout my love for the upper half of women called "Hurrah for Boobies."
Leave it up to my brother to start off the last piece of the night with the words: "I want to eat your pussy."
Between us, we cover the entire spectrum of women.

But let's backtrack for a minute...
I got to sit next to who I basically refer to as my future sister-in-law.
And then my brother bursts out his final piece.
Akward hilarity ensued.
Hilarity for me.
Akward for the girlfriend an' all of their friends sittin' around us.

Now let's backtrack even more an' set this up properly...
Younger Mose steps up the mic, makes sure he's properly under the spotlight.
"This one's kind of a difficult piece for me because it makes me all emotional..."
*pause*
"I want...."
*pause*
"I want..."
*pause*
*encouragement from the crowd*
I almost yell out: do it for your poppa!
"I want to eat your pussy!"
I could see her face turning red in the dim theatre lighting.

Bravo to my brother.
Helluva way to end your performance career at UCSB.

More writings headed your way.
My problem is, I edit too much.

For now, a selection from my archives of useless dialogue:
Everything about me is big... if you believe the women I've dated.

Just read the official horoscope for my birthday.
Had to laugh.
At least for that eerie connection a semi-general statement can make to my life at the moment.

As you've no doubt realized over the past week or so, no matter how much you'd like it to, love doesn't run on a schedule -- especially not this kind of love. You've found someone who's really, really appealing to your intellect and your brain -- as well as to your eyes. Who's to say how it will end? Only the two of you. If you're smart, do what you can to make sure the evening ends with a lovely, romantic kiss.

Well, last night was a blur.
Bday schedule was as follows:

Woke up a lil' after 7am, slightly hungover.
Couldn't go back to sleep, took a relaxing detox hike around the neighborhood.
Took advantage of the weather, got some amazing cloudwatching done.
Breakfast bar, shower.
Job interview for another internet sales company... which I know little to nothing about.
But I figure if they contacted me over my posted resume online, I like my chances.
Bank run.
Home to change an' hug mother.
Dragged on a sushi run that gets sidetracked into a mini-wine fest.
Go through almost two bottles by myself.
Come into my hosting gig pretty blitzed an' thankful for mouthwash.
Hosting/training the new peon.
Awesome gifts from friends.
Yes. Yes there were penguins.
Even a bobblehead penguin sprinkler.
I'm probably having too much fun w/ the squirt gun though.
After work, costume change, shots an' a sad attempt at trying to put food in my system.
Fast-forward, amazing buzz by the end of the night, possibly drunk.
DD drops me off an' I find my pops usin' the family comp in his bath robe.

More probably happened, I just happened to plan out yesterday horribly wrong even though I knew what was coming.
Today's horoscope: just a reminder that my house goes up on the auction block today.
It's kinda surreal to look at the posting of a house you're still living in.