:: A man and his blog.... ::

:: 3.02.2007 ::

Yea... so today is ... nothing new. Being my man servant/domesticated self and doing laundy, and went grocery shopping. I have fun grocery shopping. Took me all of 20mins in the store, checking out and all ... men shop so much differently than women. The wife makes it a drag to go to the grocery store. Nothing exciting, just my usual fuel for the fire. Lots of green and red peppers, and onions. I seem to eat a lot of "fajitas" but whatever... it's quick and easy. Ummm yea... nothing new really. The car is dirty because it rained, I've got no ambition to go to the track this weekend and I'm on the verge of a trade. My stock 17"x6" wheels with 225/45/17 BFG G-Force DR's for an amp and a kicker solo baric l5 sub (I'd prefer the l7, but if it's a trade I'm down). Then I just have to buy a new head unit, an install kit (wiring kit), and an amp wiring kit (super easy because I'll buy some "0" or "00" wire and relocate my battery too), and I'll have most of my "audio" mods done. Anywho... tis all for right now. Jamming to some "electronic" music, waiting for the weekend to start... maybe I'll get lucky and someone won't know about the "little blue neon" and I'll get to dust an unsuspecting victim... haha Oh, the wife and I are planning to go on a cruise in October. I strongly dislike open water (deeper than I am tall) and have been on ships in the past... but I dunno. I just see her ofting me heaving me overboard in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere and I soon become shark food. haha If I had to swim a mile to save my life I think I'd drown. haha Laters.
:: Jeremy 11:51:00 AM [+] ::
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Gotta use this for something... a little dream I had this morning. Just minutes ago, so it's fresh in mym ind. Second time I've had "this" dream too... effin creepy, Texas Chainsaw Massacre creepy.

It started with my and the wife in a hotel lobby trying to get a room and there were a few teenagers just there hanging out (3 girls and a boy). Well I get to looking around and the boy somehow or another gets my pants... so I'm chasing him around half nekkid trying to get my pants, and the wife joins in to assist me. She gets the pants into a tug of war with the kid and I just kind of hide behind the counter half nekkid. I get to talking to the lady behind the counter, and she's just getting a big kick out of all of this. Anywho, the teenage girls get up and leave, and the lady is all like... you like them young? I'm like... hell no, I'm married and if anything I like them a little older than me with expierence. She takes this as flirting and starts talking about how boring her job is and how it has it's little perks. Tells me how some lonely truckers will stop by and she'll pay them a little visit if they bargain right and just crazy stuff. Meanwhile some security guard appears out of nowhere and helps my wife get my pants back and chases the teenagers down a hallway, into the hotel. Well the wife and I finally get a room, and I magically have pants again... it's a dream and my stuff is wack if you haven't noticed. We get to the door to the room and there are the teenagers again getting the room next to us... I'm just like... silly punks. So we go into the room, and it's some crazy light green paisely wallpaper and all the furniture is adorned in a perfectly matching fabric so it's all some eerie green room. The wife and I set down our stuff and try to get settled in, and I notice that one of the walls look funny and the mirror on it just doesn't look right. I poke at the mirror and it flexes a little... as if it were plexiglass. I'm like... huh... so I poke harder, and more agressively, only to find that the entire wall isn't "solid". It appears to almost be a heavy curtain. So the wife and I lift the curtain, and just behind the mirror is a chair, a big '50's era chair behind the mirror to "watch" what goes on in the room. Stuff is getting kinda creepy now, and the wife and I get to exploring a little. There is one other door to this "room" behind the curtain and we can hear some people talking. We walk through the door and down a hallway filled with rooms just like the one we left on either side, along all of the other rooms. We get closer to the voices, and then find a room at the end, it's kind of like a den with an attached kitchen. Inside on the left (den) there is an older couple, easily in their 80's. On the right (kitchen) there are 4 people sitting at a small table, the lady from the desk; the security guard; some middle aged, rough and overweight man; and another older lady, probably in her 50's. When we walk in (I'd never really walk in, but in the dream I did), the "rough" looking man says "See, told you it wouldn't take them long, they're a smart bunch this time". I'm like... you're all some crazy fucked up bastards, you know that? We're out of here, sickos. Out of my superhuman perephial vision (behind me) I see the old lady move about, reaching for something she had hidden from view. So I snatch her hand only to find her having a little squirt gun. This causes quite a stir from the group in the "kitchen", and they all get up. I'm like... hey now, everyone stay calm, we're just trying to leave in peace. Well the other older lady (the 50-ish one in the kitchen) starts making some shady movement, and I see she has a big (8" or 9") chef's knife in her hand. I agressively approach her and get her in an armbar (on her right arm, with the knife) and place her in a rear naked choke with my left arm (not effective because of the one handed application). I get her to drop the knife and I push her towards the other 3 people. Now the old man in the den is stirring, so I lunge across the room with the knife and stab the old timer. No time to think now, the hornets nest has been stirred. I'm darting and lungeing about as they're throwing things at me, and the security guy's taking poorly aimed shots. I get close enough and slash the lady from the desks' achilles, sending her to the floor. I rise up and using the fat "rough" man as a shield from the rent-a-cop, and make a strong sharp slash on the backside of his neck, severing his spinal cord. I can't use him as a shield very long at all, as his weight is too much for me to hold up so I drop him and charge the guard. I parry his outreached (aimed) right arm and hit him with a right elbow in the jaw. This sends him reeling, and I connect with a muay tai roundkick to his left leg and drop him to one knee, then I come with a left knee directly to his face to send him into a dark, quiet place. I pick up his gun and shoot everyone one time in the head, but run out of bullets before I put on in the "rough" man's melon, so I use the butt of the pistol to drive the chefs knife across his spinal cord, nearly lopping off his head just to make sure he won't be getting up again (horror movie "classic" they come back for more). The wife and I flee though a door which leads outside and run to our car. When we get there I hear something stiring behind me. It's the lady from the desk, still alive (I only cut her achilles and shot her in the head after all hehe) and she's got a shotgun trying desperately to stop us. I don't have my keys, and the wife drops hers in panic as we try to get in the car and leave. The woman gets closer and her aim becomes more precise. I tell the wife to duck behind the car, out of the line of fire and I start thinking of how I'll manage to take her out. Just then, out of pure luck she has to stop to reload. I make a mad dash towards her, still armed with the knife. She finishes reloading just before I get there and she sights in on me. It's too late to stop now, so I raise the knife for one "all or nothing" slash, and just as I'm coming down onto the side of her neck I hear the click of the hammer. I take the muzzle of the shot gun right in the stomach, and the lady and I fall to the ground. This crazy bitch is still living even though her head is nearly lopped off by the last slash I dealt to the right side of her neck. She's rolling on the ground with me trying to choke me with the barrel of the shotgun. I manage to roll her over and get a good position and commence "ground and pound" on her, bashing her face with repeated elbows. Finally, after what seems like an eternity I get her to give up, her will is lost and seconds later I hear her sigh her last breath. Lucky for me that click was one in a million, the hammer and pin dropping on an empty chamber. The wife pulls up next to me in the car, and I get in. Bloody, muddy, beaten and bruised... I'll clean the leather later, as the wife pulls some "Steve McQueen in Bullet" driving moves (she'd never slide a car around), and we leave that hell. Then I wake up as we drive into the sunset....

No kidding... it's a dream, and I've had it twice. Sounds like a hollywood screenplay but really... a dream. Sometimes the imagination and subconscious really mind fuck you. What really disturbs me is that it's the second time I've had that dream. It's way too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for me too... Anywho...

Aside from that life is good. I'm pretty happy, the wife's pretty happy (although super busy), and I've got some great friends online to talk to. I'm done for now... I have to try to post on here more though, it's entertaining.
:: Jeremy 6:20:00 AM [+] ::
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Wow... been a long time again... I promise I'll post here someday. I just have to... hehe I know everyone misses my crazy antics, and elaborate tongue. Anywho, peace out.... got beer to drink haha.
:: Jeremy 7:39:00 PM [+] ::
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