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

:: 8.29.2007 ::

It's been a while... so here I am. Main reason, I've had another dream... one that continues to make no sense... but when have they ever. So it starts out, me and Mumu on the field at the randomest of random... A Kansas State vs Kansas football game. Don't know why, but who cares. Anywho, we were just chilling on the sideline and talking to random people and stuff. Then at halftime, I decided to walk around the stadium and wound up going to an Oreilly's auto parts store. When I was there, I ran into some chick and we started talking. I told her I was across the way back at the stadium and we should walk to get the car. She was like... lets take this way, it's quicker and we took off down some alley. We decided to run/race just for the heck of it. Along the way I ran into a thistle or something and got all kinds of annoying and painful spikey things in my shins on both legs. The chick wound up beating me back to the stadium and was all like... "see it's faster and more fun" I was obviously not thinking it was fun with all kinds of crap stuck in me then we started picking them out... end of dream. Dunno... I seem to be running in my dreams alot anymore.

Aside from that, nothing super exciting going on. Drank a few beers, played Tiger Woods '08 and went swimming last night. It was interesting to say the least. I start back to work tomorrow, which kinda blows but oh well... gotta make that $$. I guess that's about it... aside from the frustrating Tiger Wood's Photoface crap that beyond doesn't work.
:: Jeremy 4:48:00 PM [+] ::
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Well it's been a while, nothing too crazy I guess. I went off and spent the weekend at a lake house with a bunch of friends. It was a blast. Lots of drinking, lots of swimming... I didn't drown. I managed to get my nipple bit by a fish... I was just standing around, minding my business and the bugger took a nibble. It hurt like woah, but oh well. That's about the extent of my weekend really. It was fun, plan to do it again sometime. Anywho, did laundry and washed Mumu again today, took a few showers, and the damn heat is killing me. It's been 100+ for the last week or whatever.
:: Jeremy 6:39:00 PM [+] ::
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Nothing super exciting really. I washed and waxed Mumu yesterday since it's going to be 100+ for the next ever (week easily) and about died doing so (it's hot I tell you) but she's super clean looking (yay!). Anywho, last night I went out to hang with my peeps etc. More of the usual. Then some random people started showing and acting a fool, being drunk and underage and all that... so we went somewhere else. It's a little more off the beaten path and we we're trying to incite a certain someone to run another friend of mine so I would up running my friend a few times. It wasn't a contest, wasn't meant to be, but it was fun for the most part. The other person didn't take the bait and then we got the bright idea to make a burnout pit (wet a section of the road) and destory some tires. I bowed out of this competition because ... tires are expensive. It was funny... and really helped keep the bugs away. Anywho, that was my night. I need to get to the grocery store before too long, as I've pushed everything back and need to get stuff out of the way before I start back to work. That's all... my "update"... laters.
:: Jeremy 12:10:00 PM [+] ::
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Last night's festivities... it was a slow night, but we all met up as usual. The usual discussions about nothing. I was using Mumu as the "radio" for to add ambiance (haha) to the dull night. When some guy (I don't know all their names) limps in on E, trucks "dead" in the water. Someone runs to get a gas can (I offered but they lived closer) and returns a few mins later. After he's back from filling up, the nearly empty gas can sits. A friend squeezes it and it whistles as the air enters/exits. He continues to squeeze it, making a "musical mockery" out of it all. Then someone lights a cigarette... and the idea is sparked like the flames that insue. He holds the lit lighter out and a fireball erupts... hehe... we're all a little pyro... let the fun begin... after several times he's lacking hair on his forearm, hand and starting to complain of it being too hot anymore. So I offer him a glove... several more fireballs and he's done because he burns his arm... then I offer a somewhat flame retardant shirt to wrap his arm in... and they got to producing flame-thrower-esque fireballs.... ahh... the fun one can have when slightly bored. That's really about it, the night in a nutshell. I think I'm going to go do laundry now... laters
:: Jeremy 10:27:00 AM [+] ::
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Holy crazy dreams batman... I know I was going to be doing laundy, but I was kinda tired so I napped some more. So the dream. It was with a certain someone who I adore, and we were together, but she was in some "secret society" (like some movie skulls or something). Anywho, so while out in Public and with the "society" I got dissed by her, but around her away from everything it was cool, like it really is. Anywho... I get crap from all the guys in the society for not fitting in, not being one of them etc. Well one day I go over to the Mansion where all of them live and was trying to get the girl to come with me. I managed to get past the security guards and get to the door but I got shunned and immediately harrassed by the other members of the society. She was in a room upstairs watching from a window as they all harrassed me. Then this other chick got in her car to leave and bumped Mumu a little... all it did was bend the bumper, and I walked over and popped it out, rubbed the scratches and although really upset tried to play it off. So she does some James Bond crap and a switchblade pops out of her bumber and she stabs mine and puts a gash along the front bumper. This got me hot... I start yelling at her all like WTF? It's one thing for you all to shun me and try to keep me from the one I love, but it's something else for you to eff up my entire life over it... so chick gets out with a Desert Eagle .50cal handgun and shoots a few rounds into Mumu (through the windshield) and she's like... stop being such a whiney bitch. (the irony of my dreams kills me sometime... verbatim using words I've used lately). My girl, hearing the gunshots and finally realizing it's all gone too far complains to some old lady (who is "in charge" of the society), and everything gets called off... all the hostility stops as they walk out of the Mansion, and I get invited in. The old lady and I talk... she is being kind and considerate. She understands our love, understands that my backgrounds isn't as glamorous as the rest of the society but offers me membership. I, unsure of it, am kind of like... I dunno. Let me think about it. So My love and I go off to tour the Mansion and to discuss things. Meanwhile... Mumu is getting fixed and worked on... Later I find she's in MINT condition with the 426ci stroker, remote turbo, ported/polished heads and an agressive cam I dream about... all to sway my opinion, and to show gratitude for the way the members lashed out at me. SO while touring, some of the members got mischievious. As Miss amazing and I were walking around they started harrassing us, saying she was wrong for bringing me here, and that me being here is only so she doesn't have to die (she can't leave the society, so she'd have to be killed to "leave and be with me"). We try to hide from them, tryto hide from the harrassment... then things get crazy. They start walking through walls, and moving super fast etc... all vampiric (is that a word?). Anywho... totally getting freaked, she decides to try and run away with me. Of course there was some crazy chase in my head, but we didn't make it. They caught us before we even left the mansion and once again we're before the "head master". She explains that she's been more than sympathetic and that we are not taking the proper course of action. We are not barred from the society but we're more or less reduced to prisoners for a while. (like Paris Hilton, because w'ere not in a dungeon or anything... hell not even shackeled, just under observation). Later we're all out on the giant porch, and my woman had to go somewhere... so I'm alone with the others again. The one chick who jacked up my car is somewhat watching me, and we catch eyes. One of the guys notice, and tell me that she did all of that because she wants me. I'm like, you know how I feel about L*, I don't care what she thinks, plus who the hell destroys the car of some guy they like? Anywho... a few mins later, words circled around and she (other girl) came over all crazy pissed because I wasn't interested. I explained that she knew the story, knew how I felt about L* etc but she continues to back me into a corner. Then... seemingly instantaneously... L* comes back outside and this chick "jumps" me. L* sees this the wrong way gets super mad, "flies" (vampires I tell you) over, throws chick off of me and across the porch into the yard and punches me super hard in the gut. Then she threw me into the yard. Obviously over matched, and trying to reason I'm pleading my case on deaf ears. Finally one of the others, seemingly the ringleader of the discourse in me, speaks on my behalf to stop L* from tearing me apart. The gesture is very welcomed on my behalf and she finally believes my story, and feels bad for beating me up over it all. The other girl comes over to apologize, for causing the trouble and falls on deaf ears as well... not because I'm ignoring her, or L* is mad... but because we were in the middle of one of the longest, most passionate kisses ever, the world stopping and nothing else mattering to us. After the kiss we go back inside to the "headmaster" and I agree to join their "cult/society" and the old lady is pleased that I accept. She reminds me that with all the power and prosperity I'll soon have, that I'm forever what I am today (the whole vampires never age yada yada yada), and I willingly accept as L* and I retire to her chambers and she makes me one of them. The end...
:: Jeremy 9:43:00 AM [+] ::
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So yea... hit that "another year older mark". Had a good one. I was supposed to work, but I called in to hang with my friends, why not, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to right? Anywho... hung out with "the beer lady" all day, she's a pretty nice lady. We really didn't do anything at all, she kept egging me to go up to LR, or Hot Springs or something... get away from everything and do something fun but I wasn't interested, and wound up going over to Cycle anyways. Went up to my old "neck of the woods" and picked up another friend so she could hang out too... but she came equipped... she brought a little cat-o-nine tails (minus the metal flails thank goodness) and told me I was getting my birthday spanking... which I was kinda like... a little too S&M for me, and ya'll are lucky I didn't bring my running shoes b/c none of you could catch me if I was in the mood to run. Anywho, we get over there and we're all just hanging. Seemingly at the exact same time... a red Stang goes by revving at us and my friend is trying to coordinate a "sneak attack" so I can get my spanking. I'm like, I'll be back ... run and jump in Mumu and my friend is like... hell no, you can't leave... I'm like.. I'm just going to play, I'll be right back, I promise... I'm not scared of a little spanking. Anywho... I run him down and he's getting on the freeway. I drop it down a few gears so I'll be above 4K (in the powerband) and inch up next to him then lunge forward... and wait. He wants to play... yay me. He stays behind me, I jump on it, he follows... and by 110 I've got a car or two on him, and by 130 I've got 4. I let out and slow back down, hoping he'll pull up beside for rd. 2 but he doesn't. I exit and turn right, towards the "country" and open 2lane in each direction roads, and he turns left. So i bust a U-ey and follow him into a gas station. Turns out it was a Cobra, or at least badged as such. Guy was quite impressed, and very suprised at how hard my car pulls up top. I was like thanks... I thought you were "just a GT" at first, so do you have anything done? And we BS for a bit. He also made the mistake of NOT knowing that that SRT8 badge really means, He was like... I wasn't gonna play till I saw the hemi badge.. I've been wanting to play with one of the new hemi's... Well... this isn't the 5.7L in the "normal" hemi vehicles, but the SRT8 6.1L is only about 80-100hp more than the 5.7L is. He was quite impressed and I invited him out if he ever needed something to do... Mumu 1... Cobra 0.... score! So I head back to Cycle, get a call along the way ... "Did you get pulled over, no, Did you run him, Yes, did you win, Oh yea... and it was a Cobra". Anywho, I get back... and it's spanking time. I don't run, I knew it was coming, and well... an attractive lady with a little whip can't be that bad can it? It really wasn't that bad after a few lashings, she had a knack for hitting the same spot tho... then another friend gave her a sawed off boat paddle... and one good whack with that and I was like... no mas... so it was back to the lil whip. Then another friend wanted a few swings, being a guy and all... he put a little more ummph into it and yea... still wasn't super painful. Needless to say... I'm not hanging with these friends on my b-day next year... and if I do... I'll wear a few pairs of shorts or something for padding.

Also car related... a bunch of guys at work ride bikes. There is this one guy who is kinda short and rides a Kawi ZX6R. I've been meaning to play with him for some time... and finally got chance, granted... the blue car woulda been more fun but oh well... I never turn down a chance to play. So i catch him on the freeway, slow to I dunno... 90 and we go... all the way to 130 and he can't pull on me. So we slow again... from 85 to 120 and he can't pull on me. Knowing this guy, I know he was all in it, and I am very suprised to see that Mumu can hold her own like that. Mumu 0, ZX6R 0, Draw 2. Needless to say... I've been saying for a long time (since wanting an SRT8 and since owning one) that all the power is "up top"... They're kinda slow from a dig (you get 4160lbs rolling, ok?) but above 4Krpms they pull. With peak torque at 5200, and peak hp at almost 6K it's no wonder that they love the high rpms.

Randomly... took a friend on a beer run last night, after the Cobra incident, and afterthe spanking. I decided to get some taco bell. Well the lady in front of us was taking forever and I felt like being an ass or whatever... so after I ordered I pulled around a nd lit them up a lil. The punk kid at the window is all.... What the eff was that for? I say nothing, I'm not going to yell. So when I get to the window he's like... hey what the eff was that all about? I'm like... look... I know this job is boring, I was just trying to brighten your day, give ya a little excitement. He's like... yea... well I have to clean the parking lot and I've got to get rid of your "black spots" now. I laugh inside because he calls them blackspots... and get that evil little grin. He's like here's your food, all Mr. Attitude... so of course... I pull forwards slightly, power brake a nice smokey one and roll it out a good 20-30ft so he has some nice black lines to go with the black spots. A few mins later, back at Cycle, a fine officer in PBPD pulls in, spotlighting Mumu, and asks who's Charger it is. I come over... he's like... were you acting a fool over at Taco bell a minute ago? I'm like yes sir, just playing around but they didn't think it was fun at all. He's like yea... and it makes more work for me, just don't do it again ok? 10-4, have a good night sir. Then he's like... Oh, and you all better not be hanging out here when I get back (idle threat), and he leaves. For some reason he doesn't realize we have the owner's son, and they're "adopted son" in our group with us and yea... how ya gonna kick us off where when the property owner is there saying it's ok and we're not causing any ruckus (no loud stereos, yelling etc)... yup... he can't. Anywho... he never came back. That's about it... came home and went to bed... ahh the fun. Sometimes, I have too much fun with my life... but life goes on. Only one thing could have made it all better, but I hope she's having a weekend that makes mine seem trivial... hope you're having a great weekend babe :) <3 ya, and wish you could be around for the crazyness sometimes. PS... you can give me my b-day spanking whenever if ya want... but damn... 26 is a lot... I'm over halfway to 50 and I don't even wanna think about getting spanked by nurses in the nursing home... haha
:: Jeremy 11:27:00 AM [+] ::
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So just woke up fomr a crazy dream and you gotta post that ish right? So basically I was called into a massive manhunt for my best friend that I've known forever because I knew him better than anyone. It was crazy... right off the bat we were stealing cars, shooting at each other and even Mumu got involved as he picked her keys from my pocket I saw him running through a crowd and was hauling ass afer him. Got out into the parking lot and was like... where the heck is he... then heard Mumu fire up. I was like... WTF? and my keys were not in my pocket. I was like... SOB and took off in a mad dash to catch my car. He came sliding sideways down the lane of the parking lot, clipped me with a fender and stopped to talk ish, but I was gone. I had evaded his attempt and was now on the passangers side opening the door. He hammered down on it, jerking violently trying to shake me from the moving car, and finally... I lost my grip, tumbled to the pavement and watched Mumu speed away. I commendered a nearby vehicle and attempted to keep pace with him before he PIT manuvered a car creating a pileup behind him on the freeway and blocking off the highway.. Anywho, the part right before I woke up we had lost him again as he fled at very high speeds on the freeway after creating a roadblock. Myself and all the other people involved in the manhunt were in a giant conference room in some big ol skyscraper. I was at the front, as I was practically leading the hunt and he was there. It was so vast that he was way in the back, and turns out... he had killed a trooper while "lost" and was in disguise as that trooper. While briefing on things to look out for, a USAF thunderbird dropped in (ironically flying more UFO than any actual aircraft we have), and it turned and darted about. Big brother was watching and knew he was in the building. Suddenly the pilot swung the plane around and blew up a corner of the building with 2 missles causing it to crash down into the street (very 9/11... all I can think of). Anywho, this was "big brothers" solution since they knew he was and blowing up the building was deemed "collateral damage". Well he didn't die, and I was back to giving chase.... we both had managed to get below the impact area and we were running through the rest of the building. He was desparely trying to change his disguise and was now dressed as a woman with a 5'oclock shadow. He managed to put some bandages on his face and the exact moment I woke up) some lady had him stopped talking to him about abusive husbands... then I got a phone call. Happy birthday to me! Thanks sweetheart.,.. that dream was effin nuts. It was really great to hear from you, always when I leaast expect it. Anywho... that was my dream.

So the other night I caught a flat in Mumu. As EVERYONE knows, the SRT8's do not come with spares (big rotors/calipers (brakes), and limited trunk space = a can of fix a flat and an ait compressor). This wasn't a hole fix a flat would do anyhing for, so I was screwed. I limped home on a flat, and got a little "rash" on the outer lip of the wheel (not really noticeable unless you get in close. Needless to say... $260 later for a new tire and I'm seriously after some aftermarket wheels eventually... that and... I'm beginning to think Mumu's cursed.

That's pretty much it right now... it's my b-day. Thanks to EVERYONE who has endured another year of my crazyness. Special thanks to those closest to me, and those who although at times I've been not so friendly, have stuck it out and are still here for me. I love you.... all of you, a certain someone in a a more than a friend way, but we'll just have to see how that works out. Thanks for being there... in good times and in bad... I'm forever indebted to by friends, without you guys/gals I'd be long gone by now.
:: Jeremy 10:15:00 AM [+] ::
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