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1.18.2006

Biding Time

For the longest time I thought it
was 'buying time' which is, in my
opinion, a more interesting ponder.







No, really. In my head, this 'phase' I'm going through involves wearing the most irritating outfits just to get a paycheck while I somehow have time to conjure up an actual business out of thin air. I'm capable, enthusiastic and young[ish], so who's to say I'm not on the brink of CEO-dom? For some years now I've been thinking that I'm being paid to earn money for someone else, therefore I'm 'buying' time while I get my sh*t together and eventually start my own sh*t. Maybe that's what I learned in college: how to 'buy' enough time before buckling down and getting it together for the test. Only in real life, the test doesn't have a scheduled date, or time. It's just me, in my head, explaining to myself over and over again why something I haven't even identified hasn't happened yet.

My life needs direction, but my direction is my life. I am what I make of it.
I guess that makes this my directionless weblog.

photo by: LL
:: posted by chumpsrock, 10:09 PM | link | 1 comments |


1.08.2006

By Default

I've decided I'm not a very
good 'blogger' and I've lost
interest.







This doesn't mean I'm going to stop posting, ('thank the lord above...,' I know that's what you're thinking). But like the rest of my life, this weblog is lacking direction. So I'm taking some time to direct myself. Perhaps I'll write about the developments, or not.

Huzby decided to quit smoking this year, and since he can't smell it or be around it I've been forced to quit too. It's been an interesting week.

photo by: LL
:: posted by chumpsrock, 9:43 PM | link | 3 comments |


1.03.2006

The Blind Leading the Blind

I like figuring things out on my
own, but I also recognize when
I need the help of another.







A fresh perspective can renew the same situation. I've realized we have to keep ourselves and each other in check. When you feel yourself starting to wander in a direction you're not particularly thrilled about, ask for guidance. Sure, you could ask in the form of a prayer or maybe even a wo/man of the faith. Me? I don't like being scolded and punished for being human. I've chosen my sins, and I don't regret them. I like hearing and reading what people (aka: fellow sinners) have to say. It's never what I expect, but it's genuine and usually very helpful. I hope to somehow provide the same for you. We're really all in this together.

photo by: my sister
:: posted by chumpsrock, 11:42 PM | link | 0 comments |


1.01.2006

Does That Make Me 'Politcal'?

This pasty blue-eyed redhead
with freckles is the farthest
thing from being racist.







However, I'm extremely judgmental about people (& blogs) I find boring.
Does that make me a 'bloggist' a 'borist' or a 'politicalist'?

I not only 'blog' (insert finger down throat), I think too. I think about how boring your blog is, with a few exceptions of course, and then I think about how boring my blog must be. Why would you give a sh*t what I decide to type on any given evening? My addiction is selfless. I say this because I blog to read your rants, I like to learn what you're inspired to type about.

I look up to you. You inspire me to type about the limbo that sandwiches the thought. But I read you and you're beautiful. You care enough about your thoughts to type them for the world to see. Without you, where would I be?

photo by: LL
:: posted by chumpsrock, 11:32 PM | link | 4 comments |


Only 364 More to Go

Every morning is a wake-up
call with the same potential,
but once a year is celebration
enough.






Here's to living life to the fullest,
looking into opportunities and
taking advantage of the ones
you've been presented with.

Here's to finally feeling comfortable
in your own skin just in time to
despise the skin you're in.

Here's to being thankful for
your family, because you have one.

Here's to dumb luck, and the
folks who are out there paying
the price for you.

Here's to raising your cup,
peering looks of sobriety through
your glasses, and vocally expressing
whatever slips out.

Here's to action, repercussion
and everything in between.

Here's a clink from my glass
to yours... a whole-hearted
'cheers' for all the best in 2006.

photo by: LL
:: posted by chumpsrock, 12:46 AM | link | 1 comments |