Joey's Thoughts

Homesick

I admit it… Only a few weeks to go.

Winds Of Change

So I have felt really down the last week or so… Not depressed or pissed off… Just a little down. One thing that I know about myself is that when I start to feel down, my mind turns relentlessly to the past. I start to reminisce about my childhood, my family and Salina… I guess that I use this as a devise to re-center myself on this planet. When I remember where I came from, I can see how far I have come, and I then feel that I can start to know where to go (this may seem obvious to you… I am a slow learner).

Anyway, I think that I am starting to come out of my slump… I have had an epiphany… Eureka!!!

Here we go… When I was in middle school I “went with” (dated) a girl named Haley Stein. She was pretty, nice, tall and from the outside view, a perfect match for me. Everything in my 13 year old brain said that this is the right girl. “Everyone really likes her,” I would think to myself as I would stroll towards her locker, “she’s cool”… We even went to the movies one time and I held her hand (no kissing though).

In the course of the one week relationship, I went from being excited at the prospect of being with such a “nice” girl, to resenting myself for not being satisfied with this “nice” girl. I had no passion to be with her. She did not activate anything inside of me. She did not even know how to see what I was capable of. I felt that I could have made her happy for a lot longer than our one week stint, but why, I knew she was not the one after a one week… I ended it… One of the “nicest” girls that I have ever dated was the first girl that I ever “broken up” with.

Now to the point, I am looking for a new job. On-Card is a really nice job, but I know that I am capable of bigger, more creative things. I know that I could make them happy for a long time, but I would be sacrificing too much of the talents that I know I am capable of. A “nice” job is something that I can no longer stomach. As soon as I find something else, I am going to “break up” with one of the “nicest” jobs I have ever had.

As fate would have it, Carrie was surfing last night and stumbled upon some really great jobs with design houses in the Lauderdale area… My resume is primed, my cover letter is almost there, and I am feeling like a million bucks… Let me at em’.

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On a side note feel free to send letters or recommendation, encouragement and good wishes… Oh yeah, nude images (tastefully done) of yourself might help too.

Art Wednesday

The art of wasting your time has just taken place. In the time that it has taken you to read this, you could have been picking your nose…

I have had a crazy bad week. I hope next week is better.

Gateway Arch

I think that the Gateaway Arch is my favorite monument. I love what it stands for…

Roped Freedom

So I gave Jack a new rope yesterday. The old one was a crappy old piece of twine with a broken clasp at the end. The new one on the other hand, is a purple nylon cord with an anti-rust coating on the clasp. I also gave him approximately 6 feet of extra length for extra exploring. The freaking Cadillac of cat leases.

As I was standing in the Home Depot isle looking at all of the different options I kept in the back of my mind what he would like the most. I had the actual thought “would he like the neon pink or the purple?” and “what kind of clasp would he like?”… Visions of him doing a backflip from excitement rolled through my head. I would have to peel his orange butt off of my leg he would be so thrilled with my choices for him… Purrrrrrr’s of joy could be heard in a three county radius…

Upon arriving home, I immediately took the supplies out of the bag and let him sniff around at them for a couple of minutes (so far so good), then I proceeded outside into the 1000 degree heat to rig this sucker up. After sweating out about half of the water in my body, the deluxe system was complete… I even used a knot that my father taught me… One that is a bit less bulky, and therefore more comfortable for him.

When I attached him, half expecting him to look up at me and say, “Joe, you really kick ass”, he proceeded to completely ignore me, walk over to the exact place his old rope ended and plopped down on the ground, scowling at me the entire time. Not only did he seem to not give half a shit about all of the thought that I put into this venture, he had the gall to look at me like I had mistreated him in some way. What else do I have to do to make the walking orange poop and vomit machine happy? I guess that I need to drop by the “Depot” again on the way home and buy a giant leaf to fan his orange ass… Maybe a harem of siamese cats commanded to do his bidding?… I guess that I just need to stop looking at him, because that seems to piss him off more than anything else.

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read this

then this… Both from the Rolling Stone.