Ben still sucks...

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DO NOT...

Do not put your drinks on my fucking table.

Why does Suffolk rule?

1. The "paper" (5 pages deep) the other day featured two top stories. The opening of our first smut store downtown, and the motto for the upcoming bike rally "Find Yer Nuts in Suffolk!". Half of the outcry was over the innuendo, the other half over the spelling of "Yer".

2. My grandfather and I make weekly treks across the Carolina border for all-you-can-eat BBQ buffets. When visiting these establishments, he knows at least 5 people he hasn't seen in 10 years, and they all owe him favors.

3. Yesterday's schedule went something like this. Joke around with guys from work for 2 hours. Eat huge subs with Kevin. Go fishing and drink beer. Shop Norfolk Naval Base's PX. Eat. Smoke Cubans with Sam and Kevin. Go mudding in sand pit.

These are just a few basic examples of my this may very well be the coolest place on earth to live. So outsiders, be jealous. Many people want to escape their hometown, which I see a lot of sense in, there's things here that would merit wanting to escape (small town talk, gossip, lack of "entertainment", nice stuff) I, however, embrace this place. It is mine and I should love it for being such. Thats all the Suffolk this one blog can handle, and I have to work tomorrow. Comment on something. Comment on me. Come on, I dare you.

The feeling that its all a lot of oysters....but no pearls.

I'm angry. being angry never got anyone anywhere...so I'm focusing on the good things. I got my job back on the park ranger staff. The boss was excited to have me back and I'll be glad to get back to work and start earning some dollars.

I'm trying to tell you something bout my life. Maybe give me insight between black and white.

I don't know anymore blog. I think words I want to say or type out...but then I guess I'm just too tired to let them go.

Another boring negative blog...I'm sorry

ManlyRwdy: you've been juiced!

Hey, Rod said it, not me. Well, here I am blog. Its about time you proved your worth as I lay a few things down to you that might not go out otherwise. Lets start with something relatively easy. My body aches with a physical pain. Yeah, now its centered around the herniated disk in my back, but its more of an all over ache. Most actvities that used to be enjoyable and for sport or fun...are now regreattable painful experiences. This should not be happening at age 20. I believe I am a washed up athlete barely itno my second decade. Thats a rather sad fact. At least I can shore up to the idea early and learn to accept it. Without ever actually accepting it.
How appropriate..."Everybody Hurts" by REM has just begun to squeeze itself out through my speakers.
I'm taking Rod's advice (which is usually a good idea) and compiling a profile of myself, of sorts. If there is anything about me that warrants addition (good or bad) please feel free to suggest away in the comment box. I realize I'm setting myself up for a lot of derision. Oh well. Fuck you.
I need to shave. It has been eaily over a week and usually 2 or 3 days for me is getting bad. So one can only imagine how gross my face is in its current state.
I'm lost. I don't know where I am. If you know...please tell me, or provide some direction. I would appreciate it. Thanks.

So it goes.

Run Ben! Run!

Just what the title says. Have to live up to my rep. Also, fuck you Jimmy...hope you enjoy your kick in the nuts.

I sincerely miss those heavy metal bloggers...

My blog returns...in full force. Note: I am not updating my blog because Ben is being a woman about encouraging me to write more often in my blog...it is merely for the glory of blog. I returned to the United States exactly 24 hours ago, so I have now finally lived out my first full day at home and summer vacation begins. Good way to start it out...dinner with cousins, grandparents, uncles, need for speed all night with sambo. Bad way to start it...brother leaves for duty station in Fort Stewart, Georgia. But we take the good with the bad. Already caught up seeing some people hadn't seen in awhile today...so thats always good, or interesting at the very least. Found out that I'm number one on the list, so I guess thats something to be happy for...kind of. SCREW YOU BEN, I AM UPDATING IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW! In addition, Ben's top 5 SUCKS! SUCKS HARD! Please excuse this Ben rampage, but he is annoying me via Rod right now, and therefore bothering Rod and me...two large dudes you don't want to bother. Tomorrow Sam and I are going fishing with the man, the myth, the legend Alexander Trent (Supafly) Blythe. For those unaware he is our sophomore english teacher, football coach, and my personal hero. That is a promising event on the horizon.

I was very proud of my Suffolk roots this evening when my extended family sat around eating outside at my uncle's house and a stray dog wandered up. After much discussion about what to shoot him with and how, my grandfather screamed at the dog to leave. Then my uncle made many attempts to order his dog and cats to attack the intruder. The location of the nearest firearm was then discussed as my aunt attempted to feed the stray. Then my grandad made a run at the beast meanwhile throwing pinecones. It was at this point that I noticed my uncle gathering stones from the sidewalk out of the corner of my eye, as my cousin pondered the whereabouts of his paintball gun, and how he knew someone that lost an eye from one. Then my uncle makes a spirited run at the dog tossing rocks all the way and disapears around the house. Then we see the dog hightailing it down the street, and, sure enough, my unlce in hot pursuit seconds later. Bravo, Johnson/Saunders family.....bravo indeed. Actually, I was the only Johnson in attendance. Ah well.
So this ends another classy blog. I hope you enjoyed. I hope that ben never reads my blog again. Ben, if you comment on this blog, I will know I have gotten a reaction out of you, and that is the greatest pleasure I could possibly receive.
Now I'm in a weird mood. Peggy and I talked this afternoon about our relationships following our relationship 2 years gone by. (while I used her ab roller rather unsuccessfully) The one thing that never really bums me out, started to bum me out a little. but whatever, we had good talky time. Also, I posed the question to Sam that was each summer going to be more like this one where our hometown friends move farther and farther away and spend less time. We both regreattably agree that this is true. However, we still anxiously await Kevin's return from some aircraft carrier somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. That will be good times. Good times to look forward to as I go to sleep. I leave you with this classic Kim quote: "Rail me! I am a loose article!"

So it goes.