2004 November

Emotions And Control

It’s weird how sometimes you feel like you’re in full control of yourself, but when you hear the words from someone, the way they say it, the facial expressions subtly changing, and reaction from the body such as tears in the eyes, and runny noses, and suddenly you have no control over your emotions. Even if, in your mind, you’re thinking to yourself it’s no big deal, however the rest of your body, and emotions, are on a completely different wavelength.

Therefore, we really have no control over ourselves, when it comes to emotions. We’re just along for the ride. Why weren’t we made aware of this in school?

Nanny Nanny Boo Boo

Relevant today with the victory and re-election of George W. Bush:

To describe the results of the 2002 mid-term elections, Democratic prankster and unsuccessful post-Watergate congressional candidate Dick Tuck’s memorable concession speech comes to mind: “The people have spoken… the bastards!”

Florida Is Great

Living in Florida, you get numerous perks through life. Summers are hot and sunny, with lots of clear blue skies. Spring brings lots of warm showers and grass is green as far as the eye can see. The beaches are beautiful, and the food is fantastic.

We also have a lot of power when it comes to Presidential voting time, like 27 electoral votes. So much so, in fact, that I’ve had sex everyday for the past two weeks with very beautiful women, a different woman everyday. When they go to leave, they hand me stickers and fliers telling me to vote Kerry or Bush. It’s wonderful, I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t want to live in Florida.

I voted, but I couldn’t figure out who I voted for. What can I say, I live in Florida. Thanks for the sex though!

Sorry, Officer, I Have No Money

The Florida State Trooper group called me tonight, at 8 p.m., I might add, asking for donations. I politely told the guy that we can barely afford food and paying the rent, no thanks in large part to the damages done by the hurricanes. The guy was persistent though, saying that instead of the usual $35 donation, there are minimal packages that I can donate to, because there are officers that are getting killed in the line of duty and they are doing a crucial job to protect society.

I can fully understand the monumental task police officers and troopers go through each day, and if I had money, I would gladly donate, but I don’t. The guy kept badgering me though. He had a distinct Texan accent, and since I can mimic one very good, I decided to switch to my Authentic Texan Accent and said, “Now sir, if yer can guarantee that you won’t be pullin’ me over an’ look the other way when I’m breaking the law, I’ll gladly donate ten dollers to yer dern charity thing.”

He apologized for wasting my time and hung up. Next year, if I have money, I’ll make it a priority to donate. For now, I need to make it a priority to keep my refridgerator as less bare as possible. I got me dern shotgun by me trusty trigger finger in case any dern hooligan decide to be ransackin’ around here.