AstroworldTurns (and inspires)

Anyone who ever said Las Vegas is the gaming capital of the US has never lived in Houston, TX.

Just like anyone who ever said Love Is The Only Game Worth Playing, never worked at Astroworld.

We're talking about people who's stories that make up their lives would send even the most untrusting and timid souls running for the Yahoo Personals!
If it wasn't for good delivery and cold drinks - not even good drinks - just cold drinks and the occasional comic book movie or sushi or Thai restaurant, we might never be able to forgive each other or our selves in the mornings or afternoons after the hangovers subside.
Kind of like anyone who feels Techno has no purpose has never tried ecstasy.
Anyways, I'm 21, I have 2 kinds of friends; ones who are 17 to 20 and those who are 25 and, well older. Now the fucked up thing about this is they say I don't act my age, that I act young. Nevermind the fact I'm only 21. I just don't have the energy for museums and coffee bars, and I can't stomach Indian cuisine.
The older you get, the more dramatic you become. Making puberty seem like a cake walk.
I mean when did reality TV become good? And when did it become decided that if your young you have to love yougioh, and if you old you have to like Family Guy??
Personally I don't like either, I'm happy with a collection of Invaders Zim and X-Men Evolution, but that's straying from my point.

IF IT SEEMS LIKE I'M NOT PLAYING BY THE RULES, IT'S PROBABLY BECAUSE I'M NOT PLAYING THE GAME.

the bitch is back ( j/k )

ok first things first....

if there is some one on your friends list you would like to take you, strip you naked, tie you to a bed post, lick you until you scream, then fuck you until your both senseless and unable to fuck anymore, then wait five minutes and do it all over again, then post this exact sentence in YOUR journal.

(taken from - groove on divas)

A little crude, but I actually have a person/or/persons who do appear on my yahoo IM list that I wouldn't mind having a hellofa bed room time with, just to see how they stack up physically as well as mentally. - I'll leave ya'll to guess amongst yourselves who.

And after reading a recent post on another friends' blog. I'm starting to realize more and more why I am the last person who should have a blog. And yet I'll keep typing anyways.

It's so strange, how life can die off and then revive it's self, all by it's self, leaving us no real control. I've tried in the past few months to resurrect my life and have failed over and over again. Mostly due to the fact that I'm allot like Constatine in the sense that, If I'm not helping someone, then I'm sitting at home or in a bar drinking. Well he's more of a coffee and smoke, but those things'll kill ya :P
- by the way, cigarettes and coffee, good movie, but not if you have the attention span of a house fly, so if you like garden state and napoleon dynamite, then by all means rent it -
So anyways, tried, failed, tried and failed. Then one day I find myself involved in a conversation about Black Hope House, and trying to explain that though building over an old "slave cemetery" with all of it's voodooliciousness is bad, an Indian Burial ground can be much worse, and no I'm not being byest. And this week I'm digging and searching like crazy to construct a decent astrological profile for two co workers, while at the same time I spent an hour on the phone last night with a guy, who by the way I'm going on a date with tonight, talking about Jim Lee and Batman. I'm even learning html in my free time on the computer, which these moments are few and farther between. I've written a song, began a venture into scratch art. And even find my political views beginning to sway for the first time in over a decade, just don't tell my folks, it would crush them. I still hate liberals (the majority of the nut cases, but c'mon rightys - what the hell are some of ya'll thinking) Now if I can just get an apartment, my life could be in full swing by October, in time for Ren Fest.

And by then, I may have even concurred a few of my Yahoo IM hotties :D


whatever tomorrow brings, spiral out and wave on

cheers darlings'

One Nation Under Music

Music unties us all.

If it can bring Elvis (the real on this time :p ) and The Beatles together in a pool room, then just imagine what it can do and has done for the everyday people like us.

I mean KISS bridges so many gaps.

And even if you hate Guns N' Roses, you still can't argue to hard against the idea that they rocked!

And before we die, I believe we will all be stuck in some car, some where in our lives, singing our heart out to either the Eagles or Steve Miller Band. Or at least Jimmey Buffett or Van Morrison.

And though Theory of a Dead Man and Piebald may never top major charts, my CD collection would not be balanced without them.

Oh, and of course there's songwriters like Pat Green and Robert Earl Keen, that are changing country like Eric Clapton changed rock. But most of us, more so Texans will stop for Straight's Amarillo By Morning.


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Now anyone can write what I just did, about music. And every time it will be different, from one person to the next, but anyone can write it, even if it's fill-in-the-blanks. And with that thought and point being made; Music Unites Us All.

So Come Together and Rock On.

Whatever Tomorrow Brings, Spiral Out, and Wave On.....


Cheers Darlings'

Not all Friends are Invisable

So I just realized mega stars (well in comparison) like David Duchovny, have their own blogs, so I know further more that odds are I'm working with a smaller crowd then I ever fantasize about - still it's obvious someone's reading and for that I love you all.

so it's roughly 5:00 am when I start this, and I'm due in at work by 9:00 am, to sing, dance, play and usher. Tonight was my first chance to really hang out with other people from my department everyone from my fellow ushers to performers to the big wigs that make it all happen. First off there was a nice little Mexican restaurant, where I find DJ already sitting down for his pre-date dinner, yes as well all knew he beat me on the 'who will get the first date'. Hell he has two this weekend. Sitting across from him is our Elvis performer three ushers at the end of the table (including yours truly) and all the bosses at the other, plus one cow boy - my god I love my job. The catholic jokes, much like the salt shakers start flying. One Jewish joke and I'm left as the only one offended. (which is of course short lived, because yeah, I'm cool like that) Oh how I would love to drop a few jokes by ya'll and I know freedom of speech gives me the right, but honestly If I do, my blog will freakishly super star and that just wont help me in any way - not all publicity is good. Up next well all head out to the ice house.... Elvis, two bosses, three Ushers and a surprising cameo by R, a mechanic/friend and his new motorcycle actually make it to the ice house. DJ had a date, Our cow boy and 3rd boss just decided to sit this one out, but that's ok, wont stop us. Knocking back the mild liquors - everyone talks about everything, you know since we already did the religious medley and none of us are touching politics. Blonde moments, arguments about who hasn't seen who's show, who's sadder; RB from being hung up on R still, or me for doing DJ's laundry and paying for half a tab all for the use of his couch 2 nights a week, while I make trip after trip to the juke box, because for a radical change of pace, everyone actually likes my taste in music, like I said, we had all been drinking. Slowly R&R leave us to pick up a truck on Khema (god I know I spelt that wrong) - 2 Ushers go because hell they are under age anyways. After drawn out conversations of mystical realities the last boss finally leaves. and I'm left to flatter and be faltered by the remaining performer. Finally I call it quits, kiss a king and take a hell of a detour, because 610 is no longer found of exit ramps and crash at home.

Shout it, shout it, shout it out loud.

Cheers Darlings'

Five Days To Kill

I've been thinking about Friendships and other sorts of relationships, mostly just trying to figure out why I'm having such a hard time pulling anything of the sorts together in my life.

Like as Kids, I'm starting to think the only reason why any of us ever made any friends at all, is simply a product of boredom relief. Lets face it, there's school, and home work, chores - if you grew up in a house hold like mine and then there's times like weekends and summers where - again if you grew up in a home like mine, summers were not filled with tropical vacations or cross country trips. So a need presents it self, and friendships are made between local neighboring kids. May not have anything else in common - just the fact that we are all kids with nothing else to do. So Kid friendships are born... Hell in second grade, I met my first - real - best "girl" friend. Basically I was on the play ground when I was approached by a small group of kids, looking for some one to play the YELLOW POWER RANGER. I had never even heard of the Power Rangers, but it was either join in or continue spending my recess time walking circles around the oak tress. ( the roots were kind of cool) So I said yes, they told me I was the Yellow Ranger, introduced me to Lindsey B. who was the new Pink Ranger - she'd never seen the show either. And we all set out to search for other kids to join in the fun, I think there was a total of 7 of us... it would be another year or so before I would finally sit down and watch The Power Rangers, and by then the school year was over and Lindsey and I remained friends for another 3 or 4 years.

Then as adolescents - y'know, the JR High and High School years. For those of us who couldn't hold on to our child hood friends, we would find our selves outsiders in a world full of clicks. Still at that age we our ruled by MTV and other young adult programming, everything in our worlds told us that even as an outsider, we belong to some group. Wait patiently enough and the 'group' will find you. I can't think of how many times I would be out somewhere, 'hanging out' and people coming to me and asking me "Are you a Kicker?" "Are you a Prepy?" "Are you a Goth?" . So even as a LONER I still found my self in a group. Even if the group conceits of like 3 kids. Again it's a matter of boredom, followed closely behind by the need to have a style.

Now, I'm an adult. And in a very annoying fashion, things seem to have changed. And I would like to say that there is less drama and bull shit in this time of my life, in this age 'group' then there ever was as a teenager, but honestly there isn't. Drama isn't something people grow out of... or if it is, it takes a bit more then a decade. And friends, well not exactly a means to an end, it's more of a preference of personal choice. And friendships... good, real friendships... not a person you know on your Phone list or IM List, but real friends... are soooo hard to find.