Crash

On the way to an AA meeting, my friend and I saw a car spin out and hit cars. Apparently, we theorized that a woman try to grab the steering wheel and grab it from her boyfriend. Due to the subject action, the driver (the boyfriend) lost control of the car. The car started to spun out and hit two to three cars. It looked like there was some serious damage to the car.

We drove way and reported the accident to the CHP. We were really shoken by the accident and by the time that we got our bearings again, it was too late to anything.

That was my first time seeing somebody crash on the first.

Ill With A Cold

Sickness! It seems that sickness is something that I have to deal with. A scratchy voice, a minor cough, and stuffy nose hearlds this bout with the cold. At least, it is not a leach like the first round of the cold back in October.

The one thing that I pray is that I do not get the H1N1. Actually, I need to see if there is any flu shot programs to get me vaccinated before Mother Winter comes up with her fiery blasts of coldness.

Misery and Depression

Today was one of those days where I got into myself.  I started to dwell on my misery in life.

What misery? I have a full-time job, lots of friends, almost a year sober, and I am complaining about life?  There is any reason for miserable.

The real reason for this depression was that I lost my glasses this morning and missed a hike because I did have a Forest Service Adventure Pass.  Instead of forgeting about the pain, I decided to dwell on the event all day and sat on the Internet today doing random surfing with no purpose.  What a depressing day?

The reality is that I  lack motivation on how to use my spare time in creative purposes.  I also lack motivation on go outside on my own and explore South Orange County. 

For example, I could have gone to check the Microsoft store today at the Mission Viejo mall.   Just doing that act one and walking around the mall for about 30 minutes would be enough to snap my misery.

Instead my solution was to bitch and complain.  I guess there is some guilty pleasure in feeling miserable about yourself.

Perhaps, the point of this post is to remind myself not to get into the trap in the future just because something goes bad.  Everything life is great, but I guess we fall into fits of despair even though there is nothing wrong.  And that is bunch of stinky thinking

 

Taking A Piss

I guess it felt good after an 80 mile drive. Had to drive to the harbor to take a leak. Oh we’ll, sometimes you have to travel and wide to take a leak

I Think Like A Geek

I think that I seriously talk like a geek. Seriously, my voice and my overtop the wording makes me talk like a geek. In my mind, I will be always be somewhat a geek for life

Sometimes You Wish For The Old Days But It Is Worth Getting Rid Of Serenity

Sometimes you wish for the past. From the LA Times

“It’s 7 on a Sunday night in the Haight. Outside the Magnolia Gastropub & Brewery a few ghosts from the ’60s occasionally glide by, but inside the food is contemporary — whole roasted quail and moules frites on the menu — despite the old wood bar, stained walls and worn tile floor.
It was the fifth night of a weeklong trip with Steve Dollar, a friend of 25 years, who wanted to travel Highway 1 from near Santa Barbara to where it ends at the edge of the Humboldt County redwoods. As a loyal resident of Brooklyn, N.Y., Steve doesn’t have a driver’s license, so he dragooned me into serving as his wheelman for the trip. It was an easy sell; I’ve long wanted to do a beer aficionado’s trek up the coast”

However, I am goung to risk my spiritual serenity. For a normal person, that roadtrip is all about beer should be friendship and good times. For me, it is about the horrible images of my past. I will not give uo my soberity at any coast even for a such idyllic road trip like that,

Sometimes You Wish For The Old Days But It Is Worth Getting Rid Of Serenity

Sometimes you wish for the past. From the LA Times

“It’s 7 on a Sunday night in the Haight. Outside the Magnolia Gastropub & Brewery a few ghosts from the ’60s occasionally glide by, but inside the food is contemporary — whole roasted quail and moules frites on the menu — despite the old wood bar, stained walls and worn tile floor.
It was the fifth night of a weeklong trip with Steve Dollar, a friend of 25 years, who wanted to travel Highway 1 from near Santa Barbara to where it ends at the edge of the Humboldt County redwoods. As a loyal resident of Brooklyn, N.Y., Steve doesn’t have a driver’s license, so he dragooned me into serving as his wheelman for the trip. It was an easy sell; I’ve long wanted to do a beer aficionado’s trek up the coast”

However, I am goung to risk my spiritual serenity. For a normal person, that roadtrip is all about beer should be friendship and good times. For me, it is about the horrible images of my past. I will not give uo my soberity at any coast even for a such idyllic road trip like that,

Darrell Issa

No wonder why my friend is having problems with her custody battle. The judge is elected by the same creeps who elected Darrell Issa.

Married

They are one. Wow, what a cermony. At least, I got video of it. Words cannot de
cribe it. Only video describe it.

20 Minutes

20 Minutes before they tie the knot. When I will. Try years with my luck