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[05 Mar 2010|09:30am] |
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I'm getting way too old, I got to bed before eleven at night, I don't go to the bar anymore... I only run three times a week... I have a shitload of gray hair... when did this happen? It feels like one minute I was 21 and the next I'm practically 60... these are things I can change though, I fully plan on living a more exciting life. Work will no longer be my primary focus... who am I kidding, yes it will. But I will no longer get stressed out over the small things... again, who am I kidding. The guy at the deli this morning forgot to put salt and pepper on breakfast sandwhich and I almost jumped over the counter. I'll stay up later though... and I'll go out more... that's all I really have control over. With Brennigan in my life though, I'm still gonna have a shitload of gray hair.
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[28 Jan 2010|07:37pm] |
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Nothing like work to keep the mind busy and prevent it from making you ask yourself questions. I'm a very simple man who has been turned complicated by outside forces, not going to name names, but these forces know who they are. They don't let me get comfortable or secure in any fashion, they don't let me make them comfortable or secure in any way. You don't blame them it is in their nature, you don't blame the tornado for knocking down your house, because that's what tornados do. That's what these forces do, they are calm for moments and sometimes those moments seem like they last forever then winds start whipping around them and down comes our metaphorical house. I don't like thinking about it, but as I work to build a foundation in this new town to build our metaphorical house... I wonder if I can build to withstand the next tornado... if I work hard enough and plan things just right? Can the foundation to be strong enough to withstand anything? Or will it just fall again? Apparently I'm not working hard enough, because these thoughts keep running through my head and they will not go away... but there is an answer I do know... that if the tornado knocks down the house will I give up? No... I will rebuild, because that is what I'm good at.
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[25 Nov 2009|01:19am] |
Stood there boldly, sweatin’ in the sun
felt like a million, felt like number one
at height of summer, I’d never felt that strong
Like a rock
I was eighteen, didn’t have a care
workin’ for peanuts, not a dime to spare
but I was leanin’, solid everywhere
Like a rock
My hands were steady, my eyes were clear and bright
my walk had purpose, my steps were quick and light
And I held firm, to what I felt was right
Like a rock
I was strong as I could be
like a rock
Nothin’ ever got to me
like a rock
I was somethin’ to see
like a rock
And I stood arrow straight
unencumbered by the weight of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud I stood tall high above it all
I still believed in my dream
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