I was looking through my yearbook and began to read the enlightened words of my high school peers. My senior year I dated a drummer in a band called 5th Grade’s for Losers. This is what he wrote in my yearbook.
You, yes you, are the most important person in my life. The highs are really high, the lows are really low, and the middles are really ...um… middle! I know that we’ll always be in each other’s lives until one of us dies o gets deported. You are a brilliant person. You have to be to get me to go through the crap that I do for you. I think you’re a hypnotist (Why then did you not make me want to dance at prom) that would have helped. Sloppy handwriting is the way I write, sorry. I hope that I make you a better person. My love and my presence and my existence I want to have big effect on you. Because of you, I know who I am. Really. I k now what I want and what I’m like because of you. Not from what you tell me (snob) but just how? I can’t explain it. I can see you reading this in 20 years, a tear running down your check. You go to make dinner for you little girl and husband. He loves you and you love him very much. You eat as a family, together, all in love. Emily tells you and your man that she loves you. You say, “I love you” to your true love…and I say, “ I love you too” What a happy story. Especially the ending. Anyways, it took some room but of course I am only kidding…I love you darling. I always have, and I don’t see any indication that I won’t for a very very long time. I am yours. You are mine. We belong together…I am very tired. Yearbooks are strange. You can’t just write like your writing a note, you have to be deeper! But a lot of people aren’t deep at all. Strange. I love you very much sweetheart, and I want you to ever forget that. Ever baby, do you understand what that means? Can’t you think of how our lives will be when we’re in college? It’ll be great. I can’t wait to spend as much time as possible with the woman that I love and adore and want and need 4-ever! That’s good attention getter. I love you baby. Where should I take this now? I am almost out of room. I can’t wait till you get back from camp. I bet you’ll look different and I’ll look different, and we won’t even recognize each other. Just don’t change your personality please. That is why I fell in love with you and your hot, bit I think your personality is the greatest. I will always love you. Chris PS I love you
I broke up with Chris in a letter from camp several weeks later. Maybe it was the naming of our child that freaked me or the 500 times he wrote “I love you”.
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Jury Duty rocks!! I am a true supporter of the judicial system. Actually every time I am within a mile radius of a courtroom my craving for being a lawyer returns. Today, I was beckoned by the local courts to fulfill my civic duty. To be honest, I was not looking forward to this day of service, the fulfillment of the covenant between my birthplace and some false freedoms it provides, but it would be a day a way from work and it would keep me out of jail.
I arrived at the Criminal Justice Center of Pinellas County at about 8 am. I entered the jury assembly room and checked in with the front desk. The handed me a simple form to fill out with several pamphlets explaining the role and responsibility of being a juror. The room was filled by 8:15 of a fairly diverse community of people. By 8:30 the forms had been retrieved and the master of ceremonies stood at the front of the cozy room. She explained the logistics and swore us in.
They popped in a video. The video covered the basics of jury duty and courtroom procedures. It identified the people in the courtroom as one may see on Sesame Street. The county commissioner warned us that the “real” courts were not like what we see on television. The Perry Mason show was just a show. There would be no surprises. I could help but laugh at the warning.
We were given a break. During this entire time I was grading papers. At about 10:00 am the folks in charge, returned to the loud speaker. They asked the following numbers to report to the front of the room. My number was called and a second from yelling bingo, I censored myself. We were free to go. The judge has decided that we are no longer needed.
I came home. Called work. Checked email. Ate lunch. Watch TV. Took a nap. Went to the gym. Lovely day, really it was. God Bless the USA!!
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My roommate reported a local news story to me. Apparently, a gentleman in order to increase his abilities and capabilities in bed placed 15 lbs of weights on his penis. The weights are used typically to add and remove pounds on a bench bar. He just slipped them on. After several days, his member turned blue and he called 911. Two trips to Home Depot later, because the rescue crew kept breaking the blade that was being used to saw off the weights, they managed to free the man from his own shackles. What was he thinking? What was the goal? His reply, I was looking to lengthen and strengthen.
The blue wall at my friends new home is pretty awful. A series of just slightly wrong decisions caused a fairly unattractive wall. Beginning with, hind sight is always 20/20, us tearing down the wall to paint technicians mixing the wrong colors to many others small elements. Regardless, it appears that the wall needs another layer of dry wall to truly even out the space. The experts have convened and determined that that will solve the problem. In the meantime, my friends live with a truly dreadful blue wall.
I have this thing about me sometimes that I do think before I speak. In time, I have gotten better at this. My mother has no censor and I always have hoped to break the chain and be a bit more like my father, which I am. This morning apparently the censor had not enough time to get warmed up and in the first five minutes I managed to piss off my colleague. I made a snide comment in reference to his on-line dating profile. In my defensive, my intention was not to make him feel badly, but it did anyway. He became defensive, and I argumentative. The bell rung and we were off to start the day. The weight of guilt fell upon me. Dating and all the hoopla that goes along with it, is hard enough without your good friends making you feel all awkward about it. I apologized. Good thing, he doesnt hold grudges much.
The dentist has never particularly scared me. The problem with the dentist is that even with dental insurance there is a larger premium to pay than at the doctors office. I never seem to be able to see far enough into the future to convince myself that I need to pay tons of money to have things done to my teeth. That being said, I understand the importance of dental hygiene and I suppose that may be why I have only had four cavities my entire life. All being found at last years cleaning. I had two out of the four I had taken care of, because the cavity itself was causing me discomfort. The other two have not really been an issue. I should call and bite the bullet, have it taken care ofmaybe next week.
Visions of huckleberry trees cloud my thoughts when I begin to dream about a fairyland with unicorns and talking fish. I am certain that the world has more to offer then this. Its a matter of getting past the surface and looking for those fantasy lands. You can make your dreams come true. Right? Its possible, I hope. There are a small number of things that are impossible: You cant live forever and you cant make someone love you if they dont. Everything else is free game.
Come see the new site! For the next few days I will post the same writing in both places. I haven't decided if it will be different, or if I will switch. Let me know what you think.
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