I didn't even have to use my AK... Today was a good day..

Graciously we crammed our long skeletons on my narrow bed.. Inching closer to each other like magnets to metal.. Our bodies bordered each other like a new but familiar territory. Our imperialistic itch rallied to intoxicate our instincts to explore and conquer those boundaries. Our fingers served as flags...And even though our digits moved without a compass our sense of direction never wavered. Void of Generals with their old and outdated strategies. We waged our battles without the inhibitions of an older generation. But fought with the carelessness and vigor that is associated with our youth.

cooler than freddie jackson sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm

I haven't blogged in over a month for reasons to mudane to enven attempt to pawn off as poetic. Right now i am laying in my room staring at a pleothera of old vinyl records, sprawled out on the carpet of my bedroom, they remind me of a time i have never known personally. Words and beats beckon a first hand account of an unfamilar but adorable time.... My body aches as my scared skin coexists with thousands of goosebumps that remind me that i am glad that winter is a fond but distant memory. Today i was home sick from the hallowed halls of my school, stricken with what i beleive to be a twenty four hour bug of some sort... i hate that i hate calling out sick from work... My grandfather worked fourty years as a police officer and in that time did not take one sick day off... My father worked overtime every week at times even after grueling rounds of kemotherapy... So here i sit wrapped in blankets wondering if men are getting increasingly weaker than the strapping generations that came before us.. With their tales of walking to school in the snow without shoes uphill both ways.....being tough in our generation is owning a cell phone without internet, or using a dial up modem instead of having a cable modem....Ohh how things change......