I am my last ounce of restraint...
Man, these stupid things on my face are so damn irritating. It sucks when people are always pointing it out, like I didn't know it was there. And yeah, I know they could just be curious, or just concerned, but hey, I'm taking care of it, or trying to already. I kinda wish I could just disappear for a while, or hide it or something. But man, I hate these things. I dont' even know how they ever got on me, and the medication I'm putting on it, some acid compound, is totally burning my skin and it itches like crazy. It's taking every part of me not to scratch it all off w/ a white-hot knife. I can't really remember when I was a little kid, but this has to be what chicken pox must have been like.
Pete
I've talked about my neighbor Pete before. Old African American guy that lives next door to me. I always enjoyed running into him and chatting with him briefly when I was either getting home, about to go out, or just doing chores around the house. He had so many stories, about the war, about way back in the day, and always, he always attributed his blessings and life to God, which to me, was very admirable.
I found out recently that he was diagnosed with stage 1 Alzheimer's disease, and I got very very sad. I would have tosay that becoming a victim of Alzheimer's is probably one of my worst fears in life. I just don't deal well with the idea of the slow deterioration of memories and stuff like that, because I hold my memories so dear to me. All my loved ones are in there, and to know that there's a possiblity of losing them, well to say the least, it freaks me out. I have so many questions I wanna ask God, like what happens to those memories when they go to Heaven, do they get them back? I wonder how that all works out. He has a way, I suppose..and I'm just curious. Anway, back to Pete. He just got his license revoked because of his condition, so he won't be coming around as often as he used to. His wife is going to drive him. He down't really live next to us anymore. He owns the housing complex next door and drops by to do some chores around the place and check on his tenants and stuff. I know we'll probably still have the occassional chat, and I'll just have to make the most of all my interactions with him. Just sucks that things like this have to happen to such good people. Well, Thy will be done, not mine...there's a reason for everything, and I can't wait to find out what all those are.
woohoo hooters!
I just heard that some Japanese investors bought the old San Remo hotel off the strip and are going to turn it into a Hooters hotel. That's right, you heard it here first, errr...second or third maybe. There's gonna be a beyotch, miami style, 711 hotel rooms, and 400 Hooter girls, complete with restaurant. Hell yeah, let's go to hooters!
"If you don't have anything nice to say about someone, at least wait til they're out of the room to say it."
Man, these stupid things on my face are so damn irritating. It sucks when people are always pointing it out, like I didn't know it was there. And yeah, I know they could just be curious, or just concerned, but hey, I'm taking care of it, or trying to already. I kinda wish I could just disappear for a while, or hide it or something. But man, I hate these things. I dont' even know how they ever got on me, and the medication I'm putting on it, some acid compound, is totally burning my skin and it itches like crazy. It's taking every part of me not to scratch it all off w/ a white-hot knife. I can't really remember when I was a little kid, but this has to be what chicken pox must have been like.
Pete
I've talked about my neighbor Pete before. Old African American guy that lives next door to me. I always enjoyed running into him and chatting with him briefly when I was either getting home, about to go out, or just doing chores around the house. He had so many stories, about the war, about way back in the day, and always, he always attributed his blessings and life to God, which to me, was very admirable.
I found out recently that he was diagnosed with stage 1 Alzheimer's disease, and I got very very sad. I would have tosay that becoming a victim of Alzheimer's is probably one of my worst fears in life. I just don't deal well with the idea of the slow deterioration of memories and stuff like that, because I hold my memories so dear to me. All my loved ones are in there, and to know that there's a possiblity of losing them, well to say the least, it freaks me out. I have so many questions I wanna ask God, like what happens to those memories when they go to Heaven, do they get them back? I wonder how that all works out. He has a way, I suppose..and I'm just curious. Anway, back to Pete. He just got his license revoked because of his condition, so he won't be coming around as often as he used to. His wife is going to drive him. He down't really live next to us anymore. He owns the housing complex next door and drops by to do some chores around the place and check on his tenants and stuff. I know we'll probably still have the occassional chat, and I'll just have to make the most of all my interactions with him. Just sucks that things like this have to happen to such good people. Well, Thy will be done, not mine...there's a reason for everything, and I can't wait to find out what all those are.
woohoo hooters!
I just heard that some Japanese investors bought the old San Remo hotel off the strip and are going to turn it into a Hooters hotel. That's right, you heard it here first, errr...second or third maybe. There's gonna be a beyotch, miami style, 711 hotel rooms, and 400 Hooter girls, complete with restaurant. Hell yeah, let's go to hooters!
"If you don't have anything nice to say about someone, at least wait til they're out of the room to say it."
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