Rest In Peace..

Atticus....



I miss you Love.

I want my dog!!

nothing more... nothing less. My Scout Nation.


truth??

Trust does not need to involve belief in the good character, vices, or morals of the other party. Persons engaged in a criminal activity usually trust each other to some extent. Also trust does not need to include an action that you and the other party are mutually engaged in. Trust is a prediction of reliance on an action, based on what a party knows about the other party. Trust is a statement about what is otherwise unknown -- for example, because it is far away, cannot be verified, or is in the future.


A critical element in studies of trust behavior is power. One who is in a position of dependence cannot be said to trust another in a moral sense, but can be defined as trusting another in the most strict behavioral sense. Trusting another party when one is compelled to do so is sometimes called reliance, to indicate that the belief in benevolence and competence may be absent, while the behaviors are present.

Usted herir mis sentimientos.

Probablemente no quería. En realidad, sé que usted no quería.

Pero, tiene usted razón. Soy todavía joven.

Gracias por escuchar a mí.

Gracias por permitirme llorar.

Gracias por ser humano.

Le deseo lo mejor.

Usted lo merece.

I wonder if you would understand that.. Don't forget my skills friend...

"Vamos a jugar por la playa"

50 divided by 2 = My Birthday!

That is what I want for my b-day! (which happens to be today)

I also received an e-mail from my pops. And it reads...

Happy birthday. I'm a bit slow so a gift will be coming in a few days. I've
been thinking that since I never see you guys perhaps we should at least
have dinner out on these occasions. What do you think?

I think.. That came out of nowhere & I'd definitely need to think about it..

Hmmm....

Go tell it on the Mountain...

Question:

What does She have that I don't?

I've been asking that one for years.

Literally.



years.

neat, huh?

Imagine That!

People are disappointing.

It makes me really nervous.

Why doesn't anything & everything go both ways in any given situation between two people?

One of those two people always seem to plea "irrelevant" when their way is suggested and/or questioned.

I don't like that word.

I'm my own worst enemy.

I'm a disappointment.


...... that is all

ParLayed all weeKend @ da CLUB..

so pretty much.. taking this picture was the highlight and/or all i had to do last weekend.

YeAH!

those are my speakers??

WTF?

I know, I don't like acronyms either.. But shit..

what the *BEEP!

That makes 10 reasons for why I HATE you this month.

...





But I'm sure you've got at least 45 (FORTY-FIVE) reasons why you HATE ME... this month.


heh.

Hey Babe..

It's hpnotiQ.

Secrets don't make friends

Mitchell & Ness Kids..

what else would we be doing at 10:30 on a Sunday night?





We sellin' hatZ, son!

WHOA!

Central Bearded Dragon

The Central Bearded Dragon or Inland Bearded Dragon (Pogona vitticeps) is a type of agamid lizard. Of the several species of the Pogona genus, P. vitticeps is the most commonly seen breed in pet stores throughout the world.
Adult central bearded dragons usually grow to be about two feet in length, with the tail accounting for over half of the total body length. Females are typically smaller than the males. Bearded dragons come in a wide variety of colors, including brown, gray, reddish-brown, green, and even orange. They are capable of undergoing very slight changes in the shade of their color to help regulate temperature. The specialized scales along both sides of the throat, neck, and head form many narrow spines which run down the side of the body to the tail. When feeling threatened a bearded dragon will flatten its body against the ground, puff out its spiny throat, and open its jaws to make itself appear larger. The bearded dragon is so named because of the spiny throat projections appear similar to a human beard. Males typically have a darker "beard" than females, and during mating season and courtship the "beard" will typically darken to near-black. The bearded dragon, like most agamid lizards, has strong legs which enable it to lift its body completely off the ground while it moves. This is done to reduce the heat taken in from the ground, as well as to increase the air-flow over the belly to cool itself further.

The central bearded dragon is native to the semi-arid to and arid woodlands and rocky desert regions of Central Australia. They are skilled climbers, and often spend just as much time perching on tree limbs, fenceposts, and in bushes than they do on the ground. They spend much of the morning and evening sunning themselves on top of an exposed branch or rock. They are diurnal, but like most desert animals they spend the hottest parts of the day hiding in underground burrows or any other cool hiding spot removed from direct sunlight.


Ya.. So pretty much.. This was on the back of the chair at "the apartment" today..

I think I may need a pace maker.

Conscience

The 1988 Webster's dictionary defines conscience in the modern sense as
the faculty power, or inward principle which decides as to the character of one's own actions, purposes, and affections, warning against and condemning that which is wrong, and approving and prompting to that which is right;
the moral faculty passing judgment on one's self;
the moral sense.

Conscience as society-forming instincts
The human animal has a set of instincts and drives which enable us to form societies: groups of humans without these drives, or in whom they are insufficiently strong, cannot form cohesive societies and do not reproduce their kind as successfully as those that do. They either cannot survive in nature, or are defeated in conflict with other, more cohesive groups.
Behavior destructive to a person's society (either to its structures, or to the persons it comprises) is bad or "evil". Evil or wrong acts provoke either fear or disgust/contempt. Thus, a madman who threatens us with a chainsaw and one whose sexual practices we ourselves find revolting might both be labeled "bad". Indeed, one does not necessarily need to do anything to be "bad" - a natural coward may provoke contempt, and thereby be a bad person (ie: a coward), even without actually having any occasion to flee from the enemy. And the identification of badness can be quite subtle and involve reasoning. For instance: a sheriff that shoots a gunman is not thereby bad because he is not a threat to an average member of society (as the gunman is), and hence does not provoke fear. Yet gangs of criminals can perceive law enforcement officers as bad people.
Conscience is what we call those drives that prompt us to avoid provoking fear or contempt in others. We experience the operation of conscience as guilt and shame. We feel guilt when we perceive that others might rightly fear us, and shame when we perceive that others might rightly find us disgusting or contemptible. To avoid these negative and unpleasant feelings, we modify our behavior: thus "conscience" prompts us to behave "rightly".

A requirement of conscience, then, is the capacity to see ourselves from the point of view of another person. Persons unable to do this (those suffering from psychopath, sociopathy, narcissism) therefore often act in ways which are "evil".
Another requirement is that we see ourselves and some "other" as being in a social relationship. Persons trying to resolve conflict between groups try (and sometimes succeed) to create a feeling that a social relationship exists, that the groups in conflict all belong to some larger encompassing group. Thus, nationalism is invoked to quell tribal conflict, and the notion of a brotherhood of man is invoked to quell national conflicts. There are even appeals to relationships between ourselves and the animals in society (pets, working animals, even animals grown for food), or between ourselves and nature as a whole. The goal is that once people perceive a social relationship, their conscience will begin to operate with respect to that former "other", and they will change their actions.

Ya know....

Time to Screw Something Else Up.

7a.m.:
the garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse signifying the end but I missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?

Forgive my indecision

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

eleven a.m.:
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made.
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in
that old fear.

Forgive my indecision...

Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.

Twelve pm and my dusty telephone rings.
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you.

To all of you....

ATTENTION

Stay tuned for failure and disappointment.

Are you gay Nick?.... You're Gay.

I had no idea this was the kind of shit Nick Carter (blonde Backstreet Boys HOTTIE) has had to put up with over the past couple of years. His own mother, constantly pestering him with the question of whether or not he is gay, and then insisting that he is gay. And as if that isn't a tough enough load, his own brother, Aaron Carter, takes a picture of Paris Hilton (Nick's ex-girlfriend) with his camera phone and leaves it in Nicks Cadillac. I mean, what the hell? Nick and Paris were only broken up for 1 day.. Luckily, Nick didn't let Aaron get away with this.. He waited till the two of them were alone (2 years later) and grabbed him and BIT him.

I sure am glad I'm not Aaron, it would suck to have a gay brother who bites.

Kinky?

Things Remembered....

One of the few people that Mallory actually "likes" said something funny today...

"I'd like to shove a red hot curling iron up Paris Hiltons' ass and say "That's Hot!""

Ya.. That was almost 2 months ago.. I was way off.

A head from a newt, a wing from a bat
A tongue from a snake, a tail from a rat
A neck from a chicken, an eye from a crow
And a little bitty itty bitty little drip of Faygo

Just in case you were interested in whippin' up some Southwest VooDoo. There is the recipe. Thanks guys..

Stay Wicked!!

Goodbye to love...

There are no tomorrows for this heart of mine
Surely time will lose these bitter memories

And I'll find that there is someone to believe in
And to live for something I could live for.

All the years of useless search
Have finally reached an end
Loneliness and empty days will be my
only friend
From this day love is forgotten
I'll go on as best I can.

My beloved career as an American Greetings Merchandiser has come to an end.. I wish it wasn't.. But it is over.

I was able to take some pictures before I said goodbye, and I wanted to share them with my readers..

There she is. My department.

My service drawer.

My messy seasonal.

I'm going to miss cabinets A through L..

No more "gift inserts". I hope they know that I never once forgot about them.. Long distance relationships can work.

There's me giving up my "super awesome all access pass" into the back room.


As you can see, my Telxon enjoyed our goodbye.. Well, so did i. heh heh.

Woe is me.

new tattoo..

sorry this ones so short.. i'm in the process of posting an 18 picture blog which will take my readers with me through every step as I said farewell to my Almeda Mall Target. You'll laugh. You'll cry.. You'll probably get sick of reading & decide i'm the most pathetic person on the planet. stay tuned..

In the meantime.. I went and got another tattoo.. Nothing fancy..

I just got the exact same star on my opposite arm.

I'm pretty happy with it. It makes me feel better to look down at my arms and match. Before, i felt off.. I'm sure my dad will be totally excited just like my mom was when I told her. Oh Well..

Holla!

cursed.

High fives to better judgement.
By saying less, I will gain more.
Low twos to you my fickle friend, who brought the art of silent war.

Robinson.. The IKEA dinosaur formerly known as Jura.

I met a dinosaur one day. He offered me a nice place to stay. "Robinson's" the name he muttered in shame. I then hurriedly went on my way.

Behold.....

Robinson. (too bad I can't post music along with my entries)

He's the smaller wooden IKEA dinosaur formerly known as Jura.
Now don't let this picture fool you... Robinson and I are not totally cool with eachother.. I think it has something to do with me losing the bag he was in the day I purchased him & then forgetting about it for another 2 weeks, then finding him and acting like everything was cool.

Apparently, it wasn't.
During our scheduled 1:00am photo shoot, this nigga decides he's got something to say.
Come again?
Watch it buddy.. You need to watch your mouth.. I'm warning you..
F*CK THIS!! (this is when I got crunk)
Then so did Bella..

So Chloe suggested putting Robinson outside for the night.. Just so we all have time to cool off.


Naming the damn thing was stressful, I'm usually really good at picking out the perfect name.. So I let a certain someone pick the name..

He thought robinson would be a good dinosaur.

Okay..

So I asked him to submit a 3-5 sentence explanation on his thought so I could post it.

And he writes: I met a dinosaur one day. He offered me a nice place to stay. "robinson's" the name he muttered in shame. I then hurriedly went on my way.

My dog has to poop..

I'm never gonna dance again

guilty feet have got no rhythm

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend

**Pretty much the coolest ringtone ever!*

I had to get a new phone and had to get one quick so I got the Razr. OoH AaH!

I wish I could have gotten the pink one.

That would have been SO HOT!

In other news... I know I left my readers hangin' with that last post....

The puppy in that picture is Scout.

She was adopted by Matt and I.

She is disliked by Boy and Bella.

She is feared by Chloe.

She is too cute..

She is a handful.


..............But she's worth it.