empty bottles

5:40:15 PM EDT
Feeling Frustrated
Hearing I'm feelin' real shot down, and I'm.........feelin' mean....

To change one`s life: 1. Start immediately. 2. Do it flamboyantly. 3. No exceptions.   A man should never be ashamed to own that he has been in the wrong, which is but saying...that he is wiser today than yesterday   If you just communicate you can get by. But if you skillfully communicate, you can work miracles.   Nothing ventured, something lost.   Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than fear, to try rather than not to try   There is no failure in life other than not trying. If you want something badly enough, make an attempt. If you want to paint, get a brush and do it. If you want to sing, sing. A lot of people get scared. They’re afraid to fail. Take that word out of your vocabulary. You don`t ‘fail.’ You’ve ‘tried your best.’   Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.   `I can forgive, but I can not forget` is another way of saying, `I will not forgive.` Forgiveness ought to be like a cancel note--torn in two and burned up so that it never can be shown against one   Before the beginning of great brilliance, there must be chaos. Before a brilliant person begins something great, they must look foolish in the crowd.   We don’t love qualities, we love a person: sometimes by reasons of their defects as well as their qualities.   Optimists are right. So are pessimists. It`s up to you to choose which you will be.   Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can`t build on it; it`s only good  for wallowing in.  

 

so, i was thrown out on july 30th of last year. my wife has dated the online guy that was freaking me out everyday, which made me crazier than normal....which made her hate me more, which frustrated me and made me go bananas and the cycle went around and around. so i moved. almost a year now and nothing has changed. it's been a test of strength and i need to hit the gym. as one year approaches i feel ok. i think it's easier now. hope this is what she wanted cause when i do turn the corner, there is no going back......not really.  

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12:50:00 PM EDT

Click here: Never Forget the Blood of Heroes

i have no words to say which can properly reflect my feelings as i view this link.

make sure your sound is on, and please pass it along.

          

               ...........click on the flag before you leave.

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8:02:15 AM EDT

 well, this is the last repeat entry from my deleted journal(me thinks).

it is a song i wrote for my band about a year ago. of all our "hit songs(lol)"......this is the only one casting a negative light on our favorite pastime.

due to the recent events in my life, which i have 'forgotten' to add to my journal,.....it seems appropriate.

Everyday

Everyday, just like the last.
Day in, day out, empty glass.
Day or the night, all the same.
I don't walk, but I stumble, through the game.
Well I pass through the days, in a haze.
Empties strewn, mark the way.
It's a sad day when it's measured, not by laughs.
But the empty bottles, and the empty nights
and the broken knuckles, and the endless fights,
and the busted bottles, and the sleepless nights...
Everyday

Copyright ©2004 SixPackJeff

    if this song were to continue, it might mention my wife packing up my sleepy kids in the middle of the night, and leaving me at home to regret my earlier actions. it might even mention that my kitchen table now only has two matching chairs, or the way i feel when i see my mother in law. if this song were to continue in this manner, it would make stairway to heaven, a very short song in comparison.

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3:32:23 AM EDT
Feeling Happy

i was just visiting one of my favorite sites, www.yankeeshater.com, and thought i might share with you some pretty cool shirts you can buy there.the site drew national attention when curt schilling was spotted wearing what appeared to be a yankees ballcap. upon further investigation it was a cleverly designed hat. instead of the famous ny, horn symbol, it was instead a yh symbol....standing for......yup, you guessed it. if you dislike the yanks, or know someone who does....check it out.

one more thing....

let's go red sox !  

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3:55:35 PM EDT

i love this one, so i'm putting it back in.

 20 shots 

A guy kicks open the door and runs in to a bar. He slides up fast to the bar and shouts to the bartender, "GIVE ME TWENTY SHOTS RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME, OF THE STRONGEST GALL DANG LIKKER YOU ARE ALLOWED TO SELL"!

The bartender rushes and fills up the glasses and set them out in front of the man and steps back. The man drinks those shots and hammers the empties back down on the bar as fast as humanly possible.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!

The man steps back and wipes his mouth with his sleeve and already the booze are starting to have his way with him. The bartender shakes his head and looks at the guy and says, "Sir I have never seen a man drink so much alcohol so quickly and still be standing up, You sir are the reason I became a bartender, I say again I have never seen a man drink like that before".

The man says(with a slur this time),"Buddy yoooo'd drink like that tooo if yooou had what I've got".

The bartender leaned forward with sympathy at the man's plight and said,"What have you got buddy"?

......."uuuh.... hic..... Fifty cents".

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5:28:35 PM EDT
Hearing back in black

well, well......

here we are anew. what happens when you get pissed off at your journal? you delete the fucker! well, that's what i do anyways. then i regret it later. such is life. it was slightly aggravating to me that i was writing an ode to alcohol. like the rest of my life.....always about the beer. also, i was thinking that a private journal might be more theraputic for me. see, i'm hoping that one day maybe, writing will open my eyes to myself and maybe i can accept my good attributes and delete the rotten fuckers. a public journal seems so much more fulfilling, though. i know that i enjoy peaking into the private thoughts of strangers.......it's the non-strangers peaking into my head that freaks me out a little.

so, next time i have the urge to obliviate my own thoughts, i'm just gonna get a brew.......and walk the hell away.

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