Christmas Time is here

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I love Christmas. I am such the dork when it comes to it. I keep KOST as a station preset on my car radio all year just for this time of year. And now the fish 95.9 plays nothing but Christmas music until Christmas too, so if I don’t like one song I move on to the next station.

Anyways is finally sort of cold here in Southern California. It was a chilling 52 (read semi-sarcastic tone here, b/c that’s is cold fo So Cal, but not very cold compared to other places) degrees this morning on my way to work. I was loving it, i was driving down the 5 with my windows down. Scarf and hobo gloves on (not my hands or gloves just random google image).

Well I am done with my break, back to work Frankie.

It's Friday . . .again.

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I’m so emo now… haha. Wanna know why? Oh because Fridays are even a let down now.
Because a few months ago I realized that I live from Friday to Friday. I hate that . It’s my own fault letting the week days melt away. I am afraid that when I look back, years from now, to this point of my life all I will remember will be the occasional Friday and a stream Saturdays and Sundays. I think traffic has a lot to do with this cuz I hate it. Weather I sit in it or avoid it, it still has an effect on me. Basically I just need to draw more.

But when ever I get too down I like to look at things like this. And it puts a smile on my face every time! I guess I cant be that emo if silly cat pictures can make my day. 

Oh I know! I know!!

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I know what is different about my life. And why I have been feeling the way I do. Well I know i needed to finish high school and new greater things were before me. College was awesome because I was studying my ambition (you can't get anymore self-serving than that :D ), and while at church I was serving and knew it was where the Lord wanted me.
This is the first time in my life that I have been doing something out of pure obligation. It isn't hampered with cause or purpose, I do it because I am there and I must. I have to admit I am not used to it. And I expect I need to grow used to it. I don't mean to complain, I am truly blessed and there are worse things out there. Its just that I had, well I suppose it had my self a little epiphany.

PotterCast: Feel Better John

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Well I hope ya feel better buddy. You were missed on the show, but rest is the best medicine.
I would send you a recipe for Chicken soup, or some tips on not getting sick (ahem no kissy kissy), or maybe even some AirBorne ( I love that stuff). But tha is not what I do. I did a doodle!


When this drawing becomes a reality John, you know the sickness has taken hold.

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Fowl Mouthed Punk

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I was reading at a Starbucaks two week ago reading a report for work and taking some notes when A man comes enters the café. He was either in his early 30’s or was a leathery-faced late 20-something. He was dressed all “grunge-punk” (quotes are there b/c I prolly don’t know what I am talking about), and had the mannerisms and vocabulary of a cracked-out whore. The first word and every other word following was “F” this and “F” that and so then “F” and don’t forget “F”, oh and did I mention “F”. Lets not forget that he was loud, it got to the point where the barista asked him to watch his language, and he apologized. Long story short this man who my first impression of was a cracked out hard-arsed numb to the world delinquent, turned out to be a relatively nice guy, at least from my indifferent third person point of view. From what I could tell he was just aching to just talk to someone about his demons and struggles, to be around people who accept him and understand him. Basically he was looking lose himself in a love that the street cannot provide.

My heart went out to him. It makes me wonder what’s his story.