Southern Comfort

I have things to say right now, so much that I could post about. It's all just a jumble of half finished statements in my head right now though. Alcohol, strange statements and questions, recording, finding things on my floor. I've spent so much time focused on keeping things in order for others, remembering that there is shit to do in my own life makes it all a little overwhelming. There is a lot to do! It's hard to remember where I left off, if I even want to continue from there. Oh well, onto the next page. =D

Bugs and Birds.

There is no reason for cockroaches to like me this much. I wasn't even outside this time and one flew and landed in my lap. I accidentally smacked myself in the balls trying to get it off of me. Not pleasant....not pleasant at all. It's now a pile of deadness in the corner.

 That happened last night. On a more interesting note, there is a cardinal chilling in a bush right outside of my open window listening to some Collide by Beats Antique. Classy bird.

  

Surreal dream-like

What a strange feeling tonight. It's like Deja Vu, intuition and WTF all mixed together. Not a bad feeling, but somewhat ominous. Like being at the bottom of a wave, to look up and see it curling over your head. All that is familiar is distant. I like it though, it feels good.

I had a dream, but I wasn't sleeping. The general knowledge that I took from it is that the most intense experiences you can have are inside your own head, only loosely based on the imagined reality of the physical world. The relation of the dream to the feeling is that I was focusing on the feeling, trying to figure out what it is. It only lasted a few seconds, less time than it would take for the dream to play out.

Heres the dream:
An apple falls from the tree and rolls down one side of the hill. "Not that way" whispers the tree in a voice drenched in paranoia. The wind blows softly inspiring the grass to sing. The apple plunges into a vast ocean, it's momentum pushing it farther and farther away from the shore. I lie there on the wavering surface starring at the painted canvas that surrounds me, listening intently as the world howls.

I feel change coming.
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Southern accents.

Yay! Epiphany of WTF is finally in google blogs. Now if it will list in google web search, that would be great. At the moment all of my traffic is generated through Youtube and Facebook links to this site. I cant wait to start seeing what keywords people use to find me, that is always entertaining.

The only WTF moment I can think of at this time is my epic battle against the AT&T monster for my right to the service I pay for. I'll definitely switch back to cable internet when I get the chance.

Somehow I paid the bill on time(on the due date to give them the benefit of the doubt), but it was still cut off. It turns out, somehow, the order to shut it off was cancelled but that wasn't caught two days later when it was shut off. This also means that there was no order to reactivate it. The guy that was supposed to do a callback to get everything in order didn't call...

Overall I'd say it was well worth it though. Why you ask? Because when I called for the 3rd time of the day I immediately became enamoured with the Georgia accent of the girl I spoke with. For some reason a southern accent makes everything sound good.






Here is a couple of songs I made when I was a bit younger, for awhile SoCo was my adversary and lover in respect to alcohol. I thought this would be fitting for the post.