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Oct. 17th, 2009 | 11:39 am

Me and my Papa just went and bought a new vacuum cleaner. This one is way lighter than our old vacuum and boasts 12 times the sucking power. That was a good find. Now if I can somehow get rid of my heavyset jumpoff for a woman who's pounds lighter with 12 times the sucking power I'll be in business.

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FYI

Sep. 18th, 2009 | 05:56 pm

i have no kids

im an interior design (by profession, not by hobby)

im working on a blog. part men's fashion, part sarcasm, part daily ramblings, part "philosoulphies". blended over ice. enjoy.

ive lost 70 lbs

i want to give it to my neighbor on a handstand with the lights on.

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Sep. 13th, 2009 | 12:00 pm

twitter.com/chunkydelfresco

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Algebra & Serenity

May. 14th, 2009 | 01:00 am

In algebra, Subtracting a Negative is the same as Adding a Positive. For example

6-(-3) = 6+3 = 9

I do not intend to give a long drawn out explanation on the mechanics of mathematics, but I'd rather focus on the profundity of the fact that subtracting negativity is the same as adding positivity.

Siimply performing the action of ridding your life of negatively is the same as filling that void with positivity. Life is a beautiful thing. Life can also be an ugly thing. Life can be easy, and sometimes life can get rather hard. None of us are immune to the many curve balls life throws at us, and we all know that life can bring its share of pain, hurt, heartbreak, disappointment, anger, disgust, and overall bullshit.

Even though life its us all hard, it is hardest for those who choose to dwell on the negative aspects of life than to savor the beautiful things life can bring. We live, we learn, we love, we hate, we lose, we win, we go through a lot. But no matter what, you still have the ability to say that "we are" or "I am". Let life be life and let the positivity of life shine through you. It is an oh so wonderful thing.

Lastly, we all come from different backgrounds, have been through different things, have gone different places, and will later on be wherever your future places you. But no matter how different we are, we are all bound by the fabric of life. Do not waste precious moments in life hating someone, angered at someone, envious of someone because life happens while you are busy wondering how to affect someone elses. Just let it go. Why waste your time and energy on how to bestow pain and hurt on the next person when that same time and energy could be put into telling someone you love how much you care or taking the time to do something that makes you happy.

Be a friend, not an enemy. Be a lover, not a hater. Fight for right, not for wrong. Promote peace, not chaos. Be kind, not spiteful. Enjoy beauty, not bullshit.
Subtract negativity, and let positivity take control.

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MISHEARD LYRICS!

Nov. 25th, 2007 | 11:35 pm

i just recently bought Prince's Greatest hits, and sadly i realized that ive been singing the lyrics to WHEN DOVES CRY wrong for years

the correct lyrics of verse two read

Dream if u can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
*Animals strike curious poses*
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u

till today, ive been saying "AND THE MOST TRICURIOUS POSES"!/ lol. i feel like a dumbass

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Vanity+80's+All Hallow's Eve

Oct. 31st, 2007 | 12:11 am

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i quit

Sep. 16th, 2007 | 05:43 pm

my grandfather knows i smoke cigs. he tells me its a horrible habit and that i should quit. i told him i only smoke cuz it relaxes me.

he told me if i quit, he'd quit. papa breckenridge has been smoking for almost 50 years. and he made me a promise to quit. he said he'd rather stop than to see me start.

very touching moment. i cried when he left the room. he doesnt know.

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Sep. 8th, 2007 | 11:34 pm

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Never Bring a Relationship to a Gun Fight (1524 words)

Sep. 3rd, 2007 | 11:04 am

Bang, Bang, Bang.

Of all the gin joints in this run down ghetto, she had to walk into mine. The harsh smell of lead pounded my nose as the bitter taste of sulfur reached the tip of my tongue as if I just drank the finest pure pot still whiskey that this joint had to offer. The muzzle on my canon aimed straight for the place that hurt the most, the place where she kept room for boys like me to make plans and build lives together. I never thought the word murder and lover could be placed so elegantly next to each other in the same sentence. But here I am, standing with this piece in my hand looking at myself from the outside in. Staring into the face of a kid painted in tears with the reflection of someone else. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end up. This isn’t how an ending to a story should be. But hey, we all make our own destiny. We all make choices that will alter our lives and make them either go belly up or sail straight to seventh heaven.

God damn, I really could use a smoke right about now.

***************************************

I never thought in my wildest dreams I could have met someone like her. Her skin was a graceful earth tone and her eyes could light up the deepest parts of hell, giving hope to the lost souls of sinners who were kept in the darkness for all eternity.

I met her through a sea of cardboard boxes and rain clouds in the heart of the city. The kind of place where its pulse flows to the rhythm of a forgotten hymn of poverty and a yearning for a better life. I was a preacher to a congregation of addictions and broken homes. I was a savior who sold salvation to the weak and hungry with medicine in the form of a needle. I was the Anti Christ of our generation.

This city has a way of making everyone look the same. But something that night pushed me in her direction. She wasn’t like everyone else and she stood out like a sore thumb. She wore a sun dress in the middle of winter and her eyes were covered in sunglasses as the sun was going down. Acquired steps and stuttering words were all that I could think about at that moment. I’ve never met a girl that could make my heart skip a beat. Never in my deepest fantasy could I have pictured a gal like this. She took the air right from my throat and replaced them with an unprepared ice breaker.

“Excuse me Miss, but do you have a light?”

“Why the sun’s goin’ down, you better find one fast,” she said with a clever smirk on her face.

And with a dim look I said, “No, a lighter.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I got confused because you seem to have one in your hand already.”

I took a hard look into my hand to find my silver lighter that I have had since I was a kid fueled up and ready to go.

She gave an innocent laugh and said her name was Morgan.

“Hey stranger, do you mind if I borrow your lighter, it’s getting dark and my cigarette isn’t going to light itself. And plus, I could use the company.”

I opened my palm and with a James Dean type swagger I flipped open the top of the lighter and strike the flint with my denim.

She sucks in the cancer and says, “Thanks for the company, now you could buy me a drink at that place down the street.”

It was a moment that not even the cameras of the best moving pictures could have captured, and I took it in for all it was worth. That night, I wasn’t a drug dealer or the Jesus of poverty, I was James fuckin' Dean and I was the king of Hollywood. I was the guy who got the girl and I loved it. I grabbed her by the hand and with the light of a hundred lampposts to guide the way, we walked off into the midst and fog where it began to rain.

********************************************

It was three months after that moment that we were married, and it has been three years since we gave our vows.

This city was now in a grave depression and people had been looking towards me for saving. I’m in the business of making people forget their problems and she didn’t like that. She didn’t like the fact that I had to carry a strap tucked under my belt and she didn’t appreciate my newfound attitude of drunken nights and a drugged out future.

“It seems that you have to work late every night,” she said.

“I told you before, it’s a business and as long as people need it, I’m here to supply it.”

“Can’t you take a night off, I miss you.”

The broad just didn't understand that if I stop, then the food stops. She didn't grasp the concept of a depressed city in dire need of salvation in the times where it seems the world is going to end.

"I can't just take off. When it's dark, then it's my time to shed light on all the dark places. The places that seem to sit right off our Lord's radar. The people look for me to give them strength and the will to press on."

She looked at me with the wrath of a thousand suns and said, "You know, you have a really bad God complex all of a sudden."

I turned as I opened the front door and said, "In my line of work babe, you have to have one. You see, guys like us know where we're headed and it ain't pretty. It's all hell, fire, and brimstone when I'm lying six feet under."

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It was six o'clock in the morning and I'm stone cold drunk and high as a skyscraper. I put down the bottle of jack and place my earnings for the night on the night stand.

"Huh? That's strange. The bed is made."

I go and turn the light on Morgan's side to discover a note and a ring. I shake off my high and concentrate on what that yellow piece of paper had to say.

Dear "God",

I'm writing to tell you that this lifestyle isn't what I had in mind. Late night wake up calls and hung over mornings isn't exactly every girl's fantasy, you know.

For the past six months, I've been seeing someone else and he earns an honest living. Enclosed with this letter is our wedding ring. Please do not try and find me.

I really did love you but I just don't think I'm in love with you. My James Dean, the timing was off, and it just ain't going to work out.

Take Care of Yourself,


Morgan



My heart hit the floor like a ton of bricks. This lifestyle gave her everything she ever wanted. This lifestyle gave hope to the weak and weary and made me the man you see here today. That two-timing slime knows what she has coming to her.

The last time I saw her she gave me a kiss with opened eyes. She said with a smile, "I love you. And I always will."

*********************************************************************

Last words spoken from a girl who took three to the chest. This soft spoken knight in shining armor has now painted his shield in a blood red. He no longer fights for honor and truth, but for revenge and control. But maybe the broad had it coming. Maybe if she meant what she had said none of this would have happened. I should have never told myself she was the one. I should have looked harder into that crystal ball, past the fog and hazy images. I should have never let her walk out of my life and into the arms of another man. I shouldn’t have let my job get in the way of love. Now I stand here in the middle of gun smoke filled room with the lucky that I struck to clam my nerves. I dropped the pistol in the middle of the dance floor and fell to my knees. This is what heaven must feel like. I have an image of a place where all of my feelings and desires are null and where a hint of nostalgia will suffice for a world that was left behind.

I could no longer distinguish between the smoke of my square and the smoke from the chamber because both of them smelled like death to me. I stood up and began to walk out. I stepped over her as if she were a pair of church shoes in the garbage. A piece of trash that was easy on the eyes but is still just a piece of trash that once was mine.

I love you Morgan. But it's just like I said, guys like us, we know where we're headed and it ain't pretty. I'm the Jesus of poverty, but I guess there's no heaven for a worldly savior.

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walk it out lol

Aug. 18th, 2007 | 10:04 am

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things ive been dying to say to various ppl, but cant

Jun. 25th, 2007 | 12:39 am

i love u

i miss u

i used u

i cant stand that fragrance

ur love is a facade, its just a cover up for ur insecurities

i think of u sumtimes

its just sex to me

sorry for sodomizing ur bride, congrats

head in the front seat of the car is quality time

yes, work is more important

im always busy cuz im not boring like u

*note: the aforementioned phrases are directed to different individuals, though more than one may apply to one person and a single phrase can be directed to more than one person.

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full time failures

May. 6th, 2007 | 11:21 pm

We are post Greek Atlas', the shoulders of whom God decided the weight of the world shall rest
We are the soulful crooners with lyrics full of content but 2 fans at a show, and those fans happen to be mom and dad
We are the rappers with substance to our lyrics but record sales in the negatives
We are the disenfranchised rejects, the hard working rebels, the counter to a counterculture.
We are the artists with pain in our hearts, paint on our brush, charcoal sharpened, with no money for an easel
We are the Community College Students of America.

We aren't blessed with foam mattresses on our twin size beds in a dorm room in Anytown USA
We share bathrooms with opposite sex siblings who don't understand that if you take a 15 minute shower we'll be late for our 7:45 TTH class
We are not blessed with a meal plan with scrumptious lunches served on a hometown buffet tray
We break $5 bills each morning for a coffee and a burrito, pocketing the 2 quarters to catch the Gardena bus home.

We are not blessed with the parents that praise our names and wear "I'm a proud parent..." shirts
We are the generation of misconstrued underachievers who are asked on the daily "when will you be done"
We live in the shadows of those with bold lettering on AAA hoodies
We are the full time failures of society

We are the ones that work around a 32 hour a week job and still manage to type up papers
We are the ones that can only work the closing shift making enough to support Friday outings to the Del Amo Mall and a cell phone bill
We are the ones that wake up in the morning and make it to class, without a thing in us but determination, desire, and a pouch of capri sun
We are the involuntary anti-christs, because our new Sunday's best is a work uniform.

We are the ones that crush on that cutie with the 5 star notebook, falling in love mid semester
We are the ones that wrap our tongues around the last breath of love in our mouths
We are the ones that make vows to get through college together, and
We are the ones to see our true loves transfer to an "I'm a proud parent..." school

We are the ones who have it so hard, have it so tough, and endure the most pain
We are the ones that put in 23 hr days
We are the ones that despite the effort, the drive, the passion and the desire
We are still considered the failures of the day.

We are the full time failures

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I GOT TIX

Mar. 18th, 2007 | 10:01 pm

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Gym Class Heroes with RX Bandits, P.o.s & K-Os
House of Blues Anaheim, Anaheim, CA
Thu, Mar 29, 2007 07:00 PM

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Honda Civic Tour 2007 featuring Fall Out Boy
Honda Center - formerly known as Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim, Anaheim, CA
Thu, May 3, 2007 06:00 PM



SO Fuckin Excited

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thug life

Mar. 15th, 2007 | 11:37 pm

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reminding me of a time when i was young, blissful, free, without a care.

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Mar. 2nd, 2007 | 09:50 am

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contrary to popular belief, i stopped giving a fuck a long time ago.

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Feb. 9th, 2007 | 04:39 pm

Lets see... Kim Kardashian, whose father Robert Kardashian defended OJ Simpson (The Butcher of Brentwood, used to date Ray-J, the brother of Brandy who, according to recent news, is being charged with manslaughter and will be sued in Civil court for reckless driving for the death of an innocent woman, have made a porno movie.

MMmmm?

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i am on this movies oh so tuff

Jan. 30th, 2007 | 10:26 am

smokin' aces




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Jan. 28th, 2007 | 03:00 am

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dope.

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conspiracy theory

Jan. 3rd, 2007 | 09:17 pm

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BANANAS IN PAJAMAS WERE BLACK!!!

PROOF:

*who the hell else wakes up at 1 in the afternoon and goes into the corner store wearing only pajamas and shell toe adidas?

*they lived in a cul de sac called "cuddles ave" and always told ppl where the lived. they was repping their hood

*the was always running up on their neighbors, the bears. thats gangsta shit

*the never paid for a damn thaing in that corner store

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Dumb Shit Ppl Do Has Me So Fed Up:

Dec. 18th, 2006 | 10:31 am

*My boy Rickey K sports 2 cellphones and it looks bomb. But when you do it, it looks silly. 2 PDA phones don't make you a baller. Its wasteful. A Blackberry and a TREO do the same thing, why have both?

*To anyone who thinks they look tight while imitating Jim Jones' "BAWLING!", you look dumb. Think about it, ur shooting airballs.

*Grown Ass Men in UGG Boots: STOP IMMEDIATELY!!

*A short haircut and a peacoat don't make you Kelis.

*Pharrell & Lupe are tight, ur not. Stop tryna act like ur a nerd, posing as a nerd is geekier than being one. Nerds are authentic, posers are bitches.

*You made it rain on a chick with all $5 bills. She must have been delighted.

*The popped collar and Louis Vuitton knapsack was so College Dropout. Its almost time for GRADUATION bitches.

*Guys in deep V-neck t shirts dont look so hot. i know the deep v neck has made a come back in fashion, but when ur taco meat shows and ur chest doesnt match the color of ur neck, you look like u have a mask on
Point Blank Period

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