Ive been texting nearly everyone anymore, i swear ive racked up 457697634 texted in the last month, thank god for the man (or woman, i cant be TOO discrimatory), that invented texting. The benifits of a conversaion, without the bane's of a call, all the niceties of replying at will without the curse of sounding sincere...

Fish sticks are ready! i swear kit is saying im insane anymore, the sad thing is i have a tendancy to agree with him anymore. My life is a mess, but nothing more than ussual, nothing worth mentioning, nothing that wont change in the next week.

I feel my life is like a tidepool anymore everyithing building up and torn down with the passing of hours and all i can do is sit and take it. Only a few things staying solid anymore mostly that my feet are still attatched, but who knows, that might change tomorrow. I hope it doesnt i like my feet :(

i think allot of times i use this to ramble, sit and scribble things off topic until i feel ive gotten something out even though ive never even scratched the surface of my problems. Women can be so confusing sometimes, but others i begin to think im even harder to figure out, the banes being bi maybe? who knows...

oh! after like a month of looking for a rifle (for sport purpose, im tired of stripping and cleaning air pistols, i want to take a REAL rifle to a range and feel the kick as i send a slug down-range, the well oiled sound as the slide runs a new death device into the chamber) i end up finding my supervisor will be comming into possesion of a .22 (AKA varmit rifle, small game, rabbits, coyotes, thats about it) and he cant stand something that low caliber, so he will be giving it to me, should he get it in the first place.

eh, there is something to go off of; ive allways liked guns, not just because of the 'bang bang your dead' aspect, but the down and out, "this is power, you hold this, you hold the capability to TAKE lives" suddenly with those 3 pounds of steel and wood you become a sort of god. Life an death are in your hands as you are given the ability to take life at the pull of a simple lever. Not only that, but rifles take it up a notch from there, you are given that choice, but it becomes an art. Your entire body synchs with that rifle for that one perfect shot, to the point where when you shoot, you are applying pressure so slow, you dont even know when it goes off, your body is at such ease that when the bullet finaly leaves that barrel, its a culmination of your entire spirit that flies with you.

i dunno, maybe im drunk, maybe im rambling, but im looking foreward to it either way.

*sigh* well enough rambling for now, maybe ill say something meaningfull next post, but dont hold your hopes up, with how often i post, your hopes might get a bit heavy :P