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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
So I know I said I wasn't going to be blogging much, but I worked out today and wrote a VERY long post in the secret blog, so I'm better. Which is nice.

The good news is that I figured I'd post more, but post less about my personal life and more about commentary. I want to rant, talk shit, and say what I want, but I'd like to do less of it about the stuff going on over here. Besides, I'm a hits-whore so the more I ramble about me, the less hits I get. Story of my life. You can see evidence of this here, which I still have no idea what in the hell it is or how my blog got on it, but whatever. By the way, I would REALLY encourage you to click that link. It's almost kind of creepy.

Anyway, I have the other blog to write what I want to write, so there's no sense in boring y'all with the trainwreck that happens upstairs sometimes.

So, I'll be back to being normal soon. Until then, it's kind of nice to just be.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006
I know I said I wasn't going to post much, but when I'm in a mood like the current one I'm in, I'd rather be left alone and not have to answer questions. So, here's the answers you're looking for...

1) 118
2) No, I will not be at Poker on Tuesday or Thursday Stacy G.
3) No, I did not go to Carolina for a girl.
4) No, I won't tell you why I went.
5) No, I don't want to talk about it.
6) Yes, I do love you too and appreciate your friendship and your willingness to stand by-beside-behind me even though you don't know what's going on.
7) No, it's not just one thing that's got me down. It's a mood and it will pass with time.
8) Yes, I'm ok...I promise.
9) No, this is not my soapbox and I don't want you to feel sorry, sad, or pity for me. Stress is stress and we all handle it differently.
10) Yes, things will be better tomorrow.

If I left anything out, just wait and I'm sure I'll answer it another time.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

P.S. -- I can't fucking wait until football season.

Sunday, June 25, 2006
The weekend was productive in some areas and at a stalemate in others. The good news is, there were no steps taken back, which is always encouraging.

I have a few things I need to figure out on my own so I'm not sure how much posting will be done in the near future. However, one thing I don't need to figure out is that whenever possible, I'm fucking driving anywhere I go, if I can. I literally spent 12 hours total in an airport throughout the weekend. It SUCKED.

And finally, I have had obligations every weekend for the past 5 weeks. So, you know what I'm doing this weekend?


Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Thursday, June 22, 2006
I'll be Airtranning it all the way to Charlotte, NC tomorrow evening at 10:55 PM and arriving 3 minutes before Midnight. Then a couple of days later I'll be back Sunday afternoon.

Maybe there will be an update when I get back...maybe there won't. We'll have to wait and see. Everyone have a safe weekend; especially those going and performing at Athfest, as well as some of my younger Perry People who will be attending a friend's wedding this weekend. I wish I could be at all three places this weekend, but priorities man, priorities.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

But damn that was fun.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Sunday, June 18, 2006
****All of you that read this know me and this is one of those times. You know the rules****

Many years ago when I was in high school I woke up one day and realized I had no friends. It was sophomore year. I had friends two years before, but when I made it to 9th grade I was the popular freshman with the seniors and turned my back on the friends I had grown up with. I didn't mean to, but I did.

Once I had retracted their desire to hate my guts and regained their trust, I promised that I would do my best to proactively reflect on my decisions before I made them. These past two weekends I have gotten to see two totally different groups of friends that mean equally as much to me and remind me that home is not physical at all. Home is a state of mind.

I could go through who all it was great to see, great to hug, joke with, buy drinks and do shots with, laugh with, cry with, and unfortunately say goodbye to, but it is what it is and I think I made my point perfectly clear plenty of times throughout the past two weekends.

However, what I'm taking away from everything is a list. It's my list for improvement and this time, I unfortunately have to stick to it. If I don't, I'm going off in a direction that I don't want to be a taking part in. I'm going to list them somewhere and definitely not here because this time, the ball is in my court and it's time for myself to stop writing checks my ass can't cash. I do so much talking about this and that and now it's put up or shut up time.

There will be the normal things on this list that are simplistic and the same old same old (lose weight...btw, Big Oob, you look great brother...Shit-Hot Oob, you ALWAYS look great), but some are deeper. I'm tired of being single. I'm tired of being the third-fifth-seventh wheel. I'm tired of my friends trying to hook me up with their friends (no offense to anyone that tried this weekend)...or them not telling me when a certain person I'm hitting on is already "actively involved" with someone else.

I want a career, I want something to work towards. I want to grow up again. I'm much more mature that I used to be, but it's not enough. I think I've proved lately that the Old Kit is still alive and well buried deep under this stuff I hate, but he can be revived at the necessary time and place. But I would like for the "reputation that preceeds me" to stay as just the reputation and not as a personification.

I feel apathetic and lonely. I'm a car with the engine on, but I'm stuck in neutral.

I need a swift kick in my ass.

I have one more matter of business to attend to before I can work on me for a while, but for some of the things on the list that have to be checked off soon (I.E. lose weight) I will get on immediately.

Other things like concentrating on actively searching for someone to be with will have to wait until I can get situations like the most recent problem with my father figured out. I'm making a trip to Winston Salem, NC this weekend to lay down the law for the final time. For those of you who know what I'm talking about, I know you're behind me. For the ones that don't, just understand it's complicated and if I haven't told you it's not because I don't value your trust, but on this particular situation, I value my privacy.

In better news, I finally downloaded (LEGALLY) the new Tally Hally CD and it is absolutely incredible. I passed a copy to The Song Writer, Beer Pong, and Amos (obviously not a blogger) and I have to say that for me personally, it's probably the most inspiring music I've heard in a while. I don't know how to describe it, and I might be alone on this one, but it puts me in the state of mind that makes me believe my list is achievable. How it does that, I don't know, but it does and that's all I can ask for in a price of only $10.

All in all, cheers to Gunner, cheers to all of you for being you, cheers to me for hopefully getting it together.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

I'm too much or not enough
maybe everyone else is messed up
well anyway I cant seem to stay in
just one state of mind
this ones done and I'm an asshole
she's in the midst of my whole hassle
cus I'm back and forth
I get bored when she's no perfect find

cus it's one thing or another
I don't even know why I bother
one thing just tears her down
cus its one thing or another
I don’t even know why I bother
one thing I just cant get around

consider the possibility
that you've been had but not by me
we're just kids
don't worry about this
my course is run and I'm so tired
till the next one comes inspired
I feel bad and I should I made her sad and I knew it would

cus its one thing or another
I don’t even know why I bother
one thing just tears her down
cus its one thing or another
I don’t even know why I bother
one thing I just cant get around

I need to learn to wait in turn
cus now I just step blindly
and I'm only happy when I can close my eyes
and I just dive in and forget about acting kindly

cus it's one thing or another (cus it's always one thing or another)
I don’t even know why I bother
one thing just tears her down (one thing always)
cus its one thing or another
I don’t even know why I bother
one thing I just cant get around
still I know you wont let me down

Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Well, it happened last weekend. I was finally the Bridestud that I kept saying I was going to be. Jeb and I made the journey down to Perry for my very good friend Dana's wedding. A great time was had by all, as always, and this sensitive S.O.B. loved seeing old friends so much that for a few moments, he really missed Perry.

But, now we're back in Atlanta and reality has once again reared it's ugly head. But before I get into that, here are pictures as promised:

Kit Mom
First up is a picture of the Madre. I'm taller.

Kit Jojo
Next is a picture of me and the former roomate Jonathan. I'm wearing brighter colors.

The guys
Now a photo of myself alongside some of the best people I know.

Garter Toss
Time for the Garter Toss. I was too busy with my beer to catch it.

Bride Studs
Bridestuds. Nuff said.

Dana Rayna
Now we have a picture of the bride (Dana) and my friend Miranda's perfect baby, Rayna. I hope I spelled her name correctly.

Bridal Party fixed
I love this picture. I really do.

So, that kind of takes you through the weekend. The only parts left out were where I freestyle rapped/sang the blues at the reception and fucked my knee up by falling (not drunk) at the reception. Two highlights that sadly do not have pictures.

Then I came back to Atlanta and had the rude awakening last night of a FUCKING CENTIPEDE ON MY CHEST at 2:00 a.m. No, this is not a joke and it is definitely not fucking funny anymore. I rained holy fucking terror on my apartment complex and their need to get some decent fucking bug spray and then I took matters into my own hands...


Three bugs in two weeks (two of which have been ON ME WHILE I SLEEP) = Nagasaki Bug Land

Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006
The bug man came today.

But I have a spider bite (I think) on my forehead.


Until next time kids.

Be safe.

Sunday, June 04, 2006
Last week I had trouble sleeping.

Severe trouble.

It all started with playing poker last Tuesday night with Stacy G. and making it to the final table. When I finally got put out, I decided to be a good friend and wait on Ms. G. which put me leaving at about 1:15 am. I got home, immediately went to bed and then dreamed about my life being on the line in a high stakes poker game. No sleep.

The next night I went to bed a little earlier but not by much, but dreamed all night long about an ex...well The Ex, which again, meant no sleep.

Last Thursday is the best story yet. I went to bed around 10:00 pm. Fell asleep damn near instantly and was DEEP into blissful slumber. However, I had a visitor around 1:00 am. Has anyone ever seen one of these (below):

Yeah, I woke up with that shit wrapped around my ear. I reached behind my left ear to scratch the itch, when I felt a stinging sensation on my thumb. It scared me so damn bad I literally jumped/fell out of the bed (carpet burn on left knee) and sat on the floor so wide-eyed and breathing heavy that I could've been on an episode of "Cops: Best Speed Addicts." The heart was pounding and I couldn't see since I had just woke up. At this point, I still didn't know what bit me except that it was long and crawling. Now, before I go any further, please understand that I like snakes less that I like flying. And I fucking hate flying. So my worst nightmares involve snakes.

I jump up off the floor and look on my pillow and see something long and black. I go into bathroom and grap some toilet paper to grab it with and behold, the fucking thing is gone. Sheets start flying and I catch a glimpse of it before it disappears behind the head of the bed.

"You ain't safe yet mother fucker."

There goes the mattress off the bed. The box springs are next. Somehow, Jeb is still awake and hears all this crap and comes into the bed room. All I could get out at this point was "Help me find it." He had no damn clue what he was looking for, but like a good friend, he got on his stomach and looked underneath the box springs I was holding up.

The little bastard was hanging underneath the box springs AT THE HEAD OF THE BED. Jeb went and got some toilet paper and we scooped the INCREDIBLY long centipede (with pinchers) and threw him in the toilet.

From there, I channeled the spirit of a Georgia Tech student and rang holy terror upon that bug. My best moments included spraying him with Neutra Air and then pouring Clorox Bleach into the bowl until he stopped wiggling.


Things have been better lately as far as getting some rest, but who knows what tonight will bring.

Until next time kids.

Be safe.