So the air conditioning in this dump is broke. AGAIN! I bet I've already lost like a gallon of sweat. My clothes are wringing wet with sweat. I know i will have a case of jungle rot before this week is over. Tomorrow night i'll bring a change of socks and underwear and a thing of baby powder to help fight off all the sweat. I wonder what would happen if i used deodorant in some uh... sensitive places to control sweat and irritation? I wonder if that's bad for me?
This is not a journal! Or a diary!
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So i got over my sore throat and almost beat the runny nose. Woke up sweating to death several times today with a fever. Didn't get any rest at all. I'm here at work and the air conditioning is broke and I'm absolutely pouring sweat. I hate having a fever especially in the summer, just don't seem natural at all.
Whoopdeedoo
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Its not a journal
its a living journal...
virtual reality instead of reality tv
This validates your existance
And helps you cope...
Isnt that what we re all in need of here here?
Validation
& coping coaches
its a living journal...
virtual reality instead of reality tv
This validates your existance
And helps you cope...
Isnt that what we re all in need of here here?
Validation
& coping coaches
Pretty much, yeah. Never really thought of it that way. Good point.
So this weekend is my daughters birthday. She will be 7. I reckon most of my family will be there and ALL of the wife's family will be there AND most of her uppidy friends. Great.... this would be similar to sitting in a bar where the cowboys are staring at the bikers who are laughing at the hippies who are praying they'll get out if there alive. (Yeah i stole that descriptive term from a song 
) And in that mix is where i will be. I need a beer just imagining this. *Facepalm*
) And in that mix is where i will be. I need a beer just imagining this. *Facepalm*
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^ There are products made especially for that. Do you have something like this over there? They have antiperspirants especially for the "Breast, Buttocks and between the legs"....the 2nd and last products pictured.
Antiperspirants - Body - Antiperspirants - Neat Feat Products
Hey, thanks for the link, Blue
I want to read up on antiperspirants for body use. I'm sure people have to use it but I'm a bit nervous to do it. After too many days like today I'll really need to.Whew... time to sit down and chill out a bit. Yep. You guessed it! It's gun cleaning night at the JC homestead. Scrubbed my two most-used ones to within an inch of their lives, like as in detail strip/clean. Was it totally necessary to go to that level? Probably not. Am I a stickler for cleanliness in this area? You know it :thumbup: Earlier this evening we went to the last night of the kids' Bible school thing where they get their little awards and stuff and surprisingly I did better this year with it than the last three years. I actually talked to a few people that I didn't know and it was a welcome change but I admit that I would've given anything for some chewing tobacco or, hell, even a smoke - and I hate smoking but I would've done it this evening. I just kinda forced myself to do better this year in the name of making progress. I was, however, fidgeting and wringing my hands like subconsciously the whole time. One person noticed and asked what my problem was, motioning to my fidgeting, but in a friendly kinda way. I just said that I was having a nic (nicotine) fit and everything was cool. They totally bought it! I hate lying, especially inside a church but it served it's purpose in that instant. Later as everybody was leaving I saw a girl I went to high school with and her son was in my son's class. I had such a big crush on her back in the day... We hung out a few times and went riding around once but that was it as far as like dates went. She said I was too wild for her. I reckon looking back on things it wouldn't have worked anyway. She has always been the goody-two-shoes type that goes home early to study and stuff, kind of a nerd type, and I was in my party/drinking/punk kid stage then. We were always kinda sweet for each other though, like opposites attracting, but we never did anything physical but we held hands once and she kissed me on the cheek at a ball game junior year but that was it. Anyway tonight she came over to me and gave me a hug and we talked a bit, catching up, it was nice. She told my wife about when she got her first car and I put a CD player in it for her after school, them two got a big laugh about me giving a girl a car radio as a present. Ok enough on memory lane!
So this dude wants to trade me this bike for my Chevelle. I'm thinking seriously about doing it. It's a 1966 Harley Davidson Electra Glide. The picture he sent me ain't the best in the world either but I'm going to go look at the thing this weekend sometime. I always wanted an old Panhead Harley
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Congratulations to your daughter.
And you should reconsider on the Harley, they are for sissies.
Get something like this.
Dude! I would totally ride that thing! It looks like an alcohol-fueled dragster! With handle bars and a motorcycle seat!
Had an awesome night out with the wife last night. It had been a long time since we'd had a babysitter. We went out to a fancy dinner and then went to the movies. The restaurant was a bit crowded but we got seated in a corner booth and it was kinda secluded and that made it better. The movie theater wasn't crowded either strangely enough so that was nice too. Yesterday before we went out I took the Chevelle and had actual mufflers put on it and cleaned it all up and we took it. It was nice driving a classic car on a date again. After the date and we were on the highway coming home I really got to appreciate that old car too. We were going down a stretch of desolate, dark highway listening to the radio and enjoying the full moon night and another car came up beside us and they revved their engine up at me and made a few gestures like they wanted to race me. Being that we were just out having fun and had been having an awesome time, I didn't want to make her mad by racing some teenage kids in their little import car that sounded like a pissed off bumble-bee. So I just tried to not pay them any attention.... Until they got behind us and riding my bumper and acting like idiots. So I pulled over. I had a plan So I told the wife that I was going to mess with them a bit, just out of fun. I turned the headlights off and sat there a few seconds. Then I pulled back onto the road and got that Chevy big block wound up, 454 cubic inches of supercharged American muscle car came alive, in no time we were right behind them, riding in the dark. I don't think they knew I was there until I turned my headlights on all of a sudden. At which point I'd say they got scared (dark highway, middle of the night, no other cars for miles around). I got next to them, still turning a high r.p.m. at about 1/3 throttle, and I absolutely ran off and left them like they were sitting down. I could see the nervous look on her face in the dim light of the gauges as the speedometer went up to 100 m.p.h or so and stayed there until the kids were a long distance behind us and couldn't see their lights anymore. Then I slowed down to the speed limit. We laughed ourselves silly over outrunning that goofy car. At the next gas station that was open I stopped to top off the gas and a few minutes later the car load of boys pulled in next to us. I put the gas pump nozzle up and kinda stood there glaring at them. I wrongly assumed they wanted to make trouble with me after my immature display of testosterone fueled machismo :sarcastic: behind the wheel. The driver jumped out and said "Hey man, I don't want no problems, brah.... but I gotta know, dawg, uh... what chu got under the hood of that thing, man?" I looked at him a few seconds and, smiling, I said "It's a 454 big block, bored and stroked, balanced, with ported and polished heads, supercharged, long tube headers, and a full-on racing cam, with a 4 speed and a heavy duty clutch." He stood there with his mouth open and said "Yo,... that thing... is like wicked fast, dude.... um... sir... uh... bye." And he went to walk back to his car. I hollered and asked him about his car and complimented him on it's paint job. I figured since he was acting cool and bragging on my car I could return the favor. We wound up examining each other's cars there at the gas pumps. Time well spent, I'd say. When we got back on the road the wife laughed and told me she had a great time
So I told the wife that I was going to mess with them a bit, just out of fun. I turned the headlights off and sat there a few seconds. Then I pulled back onto the road and got that Chevy big block wound up, 454 cubic inches of supercharged American muscle car came alive, in no time we were right behind them, riding in the dark. I don't think they knew I was there until I turned my headlights on all of a sudden. At which point I'd say they got scared (dark highway, middle of the night, no other cars for miles around). I got next to them, still turning a high r.p.m. at about 1/3 throttle, and I absolutely ran off and left them like they were sitting down. I could see the nervous look on her face in the dim light of the gauges as the speedometer went up to 100 m.p.h or so and stayed there until the kids were a long distance behind us and couldn't see their lights anymore. Then I slowed down to the speed limit. We laughed ourselves silly over outrunning that goofy car. At the next gas station that was open I stopped to top off the gas and a few minutes later the car load of boys pulled in next to us. I put the gas pump nozzle up and kinda stood there glaring at them. I wrongly assumed they wanted to make trouble with me after my immature display of testosterone fueled machismo :sarcastic: behind the wheel. The driver jumped out and said "Hey man, I don't want no problems, brah.... but I gotta know, dawg, uh... what chu got under the hood of that thing, man?" I looked at him a few seconds and, smiling, I said "It's a 454 big block, bored and stroked, balanced, with ported and polished heads, supercharged, long tube headers, and a full-on racing cam, with a 4 speed and a heavy duty clutch." He stood there with his mouth open and said "Yo,... that thing... is like wicked fast, dude.... um... sir... uh... bye." And he went to walk back to his car. I hollered and asked him about his car and complimented him on it's paint job. I figured since he was acting cool and bragging on my car I could return the favor. We wound up examining each other's cars there at the gas pumps. Time well spent, I'd say. When we got back on the road the wife laughed and told me she had a great time
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h: Yeah, I had to cheat on you and use a local girl to keep the monsters. Lets wipe the slate clean, though :sad: And hey, it don't count if you ain't in the same state :thinking: Yup. had mufflers put on the beast. It's a lot more enjoyable to drive now. Too bad you're like a couple thousand miles away, I'd let you borrow it. Can you drive a straight shift car? Ah if you can't you'll learn. They're more fun.You know, as dysfunctional as I am, I could've turned out much worse. I realize I come across as a regular dude but I have underlying issues of varying degrees that I don't talk of a whole lot. Maybe I should? Anyway, see, I was raised about 30 miles or so from where I live now and I was a decent kid. I threw rocks at school busses and other various kid stuff there but when I was 14, in 1999, my mom remarried and moved us here because of my new step dad's job. I didn't have a good relationship with her and wanted to stay with my grandparents but it didn't happen. So as soon as we unpacked, I committed my first crime within days. At my new school I mocked teachers and got in the face of authority. Within a few weeks I was hangin' with the troublemakers and we roamed the town after school, sometimes until daylight the next day vandalizing and stealing stuff. All simply because I was throwing a tantrum, I see that in retrospect, 15 years later, but at the time I figured the whole world was to blame- and they were gonna pay! God, this is so embarrassing. But I have to get it out there. We lived in a dilapidated house on the side of town that was falling apart. At night, every night, I'd be out somewhere walking the town looking for things to destroy or steal. I'd slash tires on random cars in parking lots. I threw bricks through the windows of abandoned houses, or take a couple cans of spray paint and paint junk all over the walls. By that winter, after it turned 2000, when the whole Y2K thing didn't happen, I had some little punk friends that came along doing the above things and we were having fun. We broke into cars at car dealerships and stole CD players and stuff to sell them or put them in our own vehicles (I had a car in 99 but wasn't old enough to legally drive it even though I drove it everywhere). Between my mom trying to be the perfect little wife for her new douche bag husband and the fact that I couldn't stand him or his stupid sons, I couldn't stand being the outcast kid that didn't wanna live in the run down house where the basement filled up with water when it rained and there wasn't any heat upstairs in my bedroom until I stole a heater to plug in in my bedroom that first winter. Yeah, the winter when 1999 turned into 2000 was a cold one here in that old run down house. I made it though. It often helped me keep warm when I'd sneak a neighbor girl who was a few years older than me into my room every night. Didn't pay much attention to the drafty cold those nights. It's hard to fit two people in a one person sleeping bag. Anyway, between my stealing and vandalizing and just punk kid antics finally got me caught by the cops. They couldn't pin anything on me though and I kept at it. Several times I was caught by cops and taken home or taken to the jail to be picked up by my mom, and as soon as we were home I'd go right back to doing whatever I wanted. She was abusive before she remarried and for a few years she didn't do it any more because she was trying to make him think she was some kind of good person or something. So she pretty much backed off all together and I just did whatever. I hate that I did that stuff but I can't change it now. The only good that became of it was later when I straightened up and got a job as a fireman, sometimes we'd come to a locked door and someone on the other side needed help, so I'd use my old self taught knowledge of breaking and entering to get inside to get people out. Maybe that was fate. I guess it was a funny sight for onlookers to see a fireman use a knife to slip the lock on a home door on a first response call out. (if you're going to fall and not be able to get up for some reason, please don't lock your door so the emergency people can get inside) Anyway. Felt like getting some of that out there. After a year or so I started acting better and more upstanding. So if anybody is mad at the world and feels like doing something despicable just to spite authority, P.M. me, i'll talk you out of it.
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So i pulled a real smart move. I get home from work and get in the shower and i smelled like a sweat soaked grease rag. We had a real hot one tonight. So i took my shower and I'm drying off in the bathroom and i had an idea. I have a can of spray on deodorant that i've been using so i figured i would spray down real good with it to stay smelling great. Well..... i never used the stuff when i was half wet from a shower before and apparently the main ingredient is something that burns, unbeknownst to me. So i spray it all over myself, on my chest and back and my man parts............ and in a couple seconds...... i was on fire! I reckon a nuclear fire in Hell ain't that hot! I couldn't get back in that shower fast enough! And I'm hollerin and screaming (some sensitive spots were having a melt down too, remember) and the wife woke up and came in the bathroom to see what was wrong and so did my son. Thank God i was still behind the shower curtain frantically scrubbin that napalm/deodorant off of myself. So here i lay, on my bed, under the fan, cooling down. Embarrassed. Burnt.
She wants a dog and i don't and now we're arguing. Totally not fair. She gets pets on a whim and I'm the one left taking care of the stupid things. I'm not giving in this time. She's brought home two dogs over the years without consulting me and i put up with it. I put my foot down and said "no more" this time. Now I'm the bad guy. I swear its like i have a teenager as a wife again! Ugh!!! *Screams into his hat*
TreeBones
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lol
.. yeah I've heard from everyone that they're more fun..and no.. I never learned :sad: but that would be awesome if I really could borrow that car ahaha