I thought you looked really beautiful today. Hope your day went well. I know you thought it might suck, so I hope it didn't.
Some day you'll see
I was just being me
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
hmm
I out did myself tonight. Black beans and rice w/ garlic, lots of onions and green peppers and a dash or two of oregano and black pepper. Oh and I threw on a healthy helping of Frank's Red Hot.Then the main dish was some Cajun flavored drum sticks. Also, had a side green peppers cut length wise.
I seen this family grocery shopping tonight. Pause. You might think where's the story, you were at a grocery store what did you expect to see? Well I just like pausing long enough so that I know people are paying attention enough to be like yeah and your point is? Well the bill was 67 dollars and some odd amount of change and the first credit card she handed the cashier was denied, the second one had a limit of 64 dollars left on it, and then finally she had to pay the remaining 3 or so dollars with yet a third credit card. America is fucking it up big time right now. It's a sad story. People can't even afford groceries.
I bought a white 2 pc. stocking wave cap tonight and a Satin DuRag. They are both sweet. Pictures might be posted. Although I already know they will be hilariously embarassing.
The movie Seven Pounds makes me want to do something meaningful in my life more so than I already do...but what?
You can tell the minds behind making the movies of the 1980's were still recovering from their acid tripping days of the 60's. I mean have you seen the G.I. Joe movie of 1987 recently? I have. Cobra-lalalalalalalala.
while i was running errands I bumped into you. Grocery shopping about to make dinner for two. and low and behold I wasn't the one to be having that food when it's done
if you find yourself in an unhappy situation
just turn yourself around and head in the opposite direction
you'll know where to go and
if not don't worry
what you're looking for will find you
I seen this family grocery shopping tonight. Pause. You might think where's the story, you were at a grocery store what did you expect to see? Well I just like pausing long enough so that I know people are paying attention enough to be like yeah and your point is? Well the bill was 67 dollars and some odd amount of change and the first credit card she handed the cashier was denied, the second one had a limit of 64 dollars left on it, and then finally she had to pay the remaining 3 or so dollars with yet a third credit card. America is fucking it up big time right now. It's a sad story. People can't even afford groceries.
I bought a white 2 pc. stocking wave cap tonight and a Satin DuRag. They are both sweet. Pictures might be posted. Although I already know they will be hilariously embarassing.
The movie Seven Pounds makes me want to do something meaningful in my life more so than I already do...but what?
You can tell the minds behind making the movies of the 1980's were still recovering from their acid tripping days of the 60's. I mean have you seen the G.I. Joe movie of 1987 recently? I have. Cobra-lalalalalalalala.
while i was running errands I bumped into you. Grocery shopping about to make dinner for two. and low and behold I wasn't the one to be having that food when it's done
if you find yourself in an unhappy situation
just turn yourself around and head in the opposite direction
you'll know where to go and
if not don't worry
what you're looking for will find you
Sunday, August 9, 2009
wow i posted
I bought two fly rods. A pair of waders and some boots. A bunch of fly lures and a fillet knife and fish scaler. I tried to go fly-fishing unsuccessfully, however at the bridge in Harpersfield. Better luck next time, I suppose. I need to go, I do have my fishing licenses after all. 19 bucks, I better use it. I want to go, but never actually go. It sucks.
Went golfing a few times.
I swim at the Y now.
Been playing racquetball. Getting pretty good. For still not knowing how to really play. I just rely on my athletic ability.
I need new shoes.
I asked this boy if he liked Carmelo. He said who? I said Carmelo Anthony you know He still seemed confused. Then I pointed to his number 15 Denver Nuggets Jersey and said him. He said, oh yeah, then he changed his mind and said no that his mom bought it for him and that he was just wearing it to be nice. I thought that was clever. I went on to ask him if he liked Lebron and he said yeah.I asked if he liked D-Wade he said no. He then said he liked Michael Jordan. I replied who doesn't. What shocked me though was when I thought the conversation was over he turned around and said "someone told me he's retired or something? Is that true?" I said yeah he doesn't play anymore. I think it's so funny that all these kids still love Jordan and that they still think he actually players. What a legacy.
This woman pulled into the parking lot and talked on the phone for literally 35 minutes. While her kids waited on the playground. One of those kids told me that when her mom stuck up one finger saying she would but out in one minute it really meant an hour and she was close it was 35 minutes after all. But what really got me was when the mom was finally done with her "important" phone conversation she yelled at her kids to come to the car like that instant and she was made that they took over 30 seconds that is some lame bs there.
I like being called Mr. Teacher Man, by this one new kid, even though he should call me by my name.
Religion scares me. This one girl was like this book about skeletons and bones was about the devil and that she had to read it so that she could defeat the devil and she was dead serious. She goes around saying how God is awesome all the time and one day I happened to say I was awesome at something and she went off on me she was like only God is awesome are you trying to say you're better than God? There is so much more I can talk about how scared I am dealing with this, but I don't want to. I will just leave it at that.
Opening?
My name is Henrik Mickael Sekerak, pronounced Sa-care-ick. Evidently my family likes the letter K, at first I loathed them for it, but now I have grown to relish it. My father's name is Jilek and I have a brother named Erik. I come from a seemingly normal Roman Catholic family, but believe me I'm far from ordinary. I'm Czechoslovakian as if that really means anything. However, the person(s) trying to get into my head might think otherwise. Some say my last name means dark man, now that may be more fitting.
I'll blow the big surprise early for you. Rule number one of my profession. A killer knows everything about their prey. Studies them, watches them, and thinks like them. I truly walk in their shoes. You have to, if you want to be on top of your game. I kill for one purpose and one purpose only...to see if I can get away with it. I like a challenge. A chess match. Back and forth. Sadly, I have yet to meet a worthy opponent. The police, the FBI amuse me with their resources and tactics. I'm still searching for a true adversary. It boils down to who is willing to make a sacrifice for the greater good? In order to catch me one of them has to be willing to sacrifice something. Even if it is merely a worthless pawn. Each piece plays an important role. It's all in the strategy. I trust no one. That is a sure fire way for us killers to get caught. That or we get lazy, skip steps, and forget to cover our bases. When we fail to prepare for all possible outcomes we slip up. I never plan on making that mistake.
I live alone except for my black lab Charmaine who keeps me company. Once in awhile I have a lady friend or two come over. I keep a journal, because this is my story and I want it to be in my own words. I don't want some hot shot reporter coming along and messing it all up, by distorting the facts and getting paid millions of dollars in endorsement deals to write rubbish, hearsay, and lies.
The only letter better than K is the letter I, because I love myself. So, please forgive me for my numerous I statements. Someday there will be a website dedicated to me, a shrine for my followers to worship. That day of course will come on my deathbed when I willingly give myself up. My only regret is that I won't be around to witness it's full maturation. Forgive me, also for my cynical and dark nature. Once you get to know me you'll see that I'm really a motivated and sophisticated gentleman. All in due time.
I spent my day watching the lead detective pick out peppers at the grocery store. If only he was as elaborate on his cases as he was on what peppers to choose. Then it would be more of a challenge to me. He must have picked up twenty-five peppers and stood there for fifteen minutes and ended up with only three. All different colors. Red, yellow, and green. I was surprised he didn't pick out an orange one as well. Was he planning a traffic light seminar down at the police academy? I shouldn't tease him too much, after all Detective Cristobal LaRose did have one big case under his belt. That of the the brilliant yet flawed art thieve dubbed Forest "The Impostor" Foster. However, the only other thing Cristobal had going for him was his fancy name. Oh and let us not forget his tasty little girlfriend Alexandria Farinacci. How he pulled that one off remains a mystery to even me.
Went golfing a few times.
I swim at the Y now.
Been playing racquetball. Getting pretty good. For still not knowing how to really play. I just rely on my athletic ability.
I need new shoes.
I asked this boy if he liked Carmelo. He said who? I said Carmelo Anthony you know He still seemed confused. Then I pointed to his number 15 Denver Nuggets Jersey and said him. He said, oh yeah, then he changed his mind and said no that his mom bought it for him and that he was just wearing it to be nice. I thought that was clever. I went on to ask him if he liked Lebron and he said yeah.I asked if he liked D-Wade he said no. He then said he liked Michael Jordan. I replied who doesn't. What shocked me though was when I thought the conversation was over he turned around and said "someone told me he's retired or something? Is that true?" I said yeah he doesn't play anymore. I think it's so funny that all these kids still love Jordan and that they still think he actually players. What a legacy.
This woman pulled into the parking lot and talked on the phone for literally 35 minutes. While her kids waited on the playground. One of those kids told me that when her mom stuck up one finger saying she would but out in one minute it really meant an hour and she was close it was 35 minutes after all. But what really got me was when the mom was finally done with her "important" phone conversation she yelled at her kids to come to the car like that instant and she was made that they took over 30 seconds that is some lame bs there.
I like being called Mr. Teacher Man, by this one new kid, even though he should call me by my name.
Religion scares me. This one girl was like this book about skeletons and bones was about the devil and that she had to read it so that she could defeat the devil and she was dead serious. She goes around saying how God is awesome all the time and one day I happened to say I was awesome at something and she went off on me she was like only God is awesome are you trying to say you're better than God? There is so much more I can talk about how scared I am dealing with this, but I don't want to. I will just leave it at that.
Opening?
My name is Henrik Mickael Sekerak, pronounced Sa-care-ick. Evidently my family likes the letter K, at first I loathed them for it, but now I have grown to relish it. My father's name is Jilek and I have a brother named Erik. I come from a seemingly normal Roman Catholic family, but believe me I'm far from ordinary. I'm Czechoslovakian as if that really means anything. However, the person(s) trying to get into my head might think otherwise. Some say my last name means dark man, now that may be more fitting.
I'll blow the big surprise early for you. Rule number one of my profession. A killer knows everything about their prey. Studies them, watches them, and thinks like them. I truly walk in their shoes. You have to, if you want to be on top of your game. I kill for one purpose and one purpose only...to see if I can get away with it. I like a challenge. A chess match. Back and forth. Sadly, I have yet to meet a worthy opponent. The police, the FBI amuse me with their resources and tactics. I'm still searching for a true adversary. It boils down to who is willing to make a sacrifice for the greater good? In order to catch me one of them has to be willing to sacrifice something. Even if it is merely a worthless pawn. Each piece plays an important role. It's all in the strategy. I trust no one. That is a sure fire way for us killers to get caught. That or we get lazy, skip steps, and forget to cover our bases. When we fail to prepare for all possible outcomes we slip up. I never plan on making that mistake.
I live alone except for my black lab Charmaine who keeps me company. Once in awhile I have a lady friend or two come over. I keep a journal, because this is my story and I want it to be in my own words. I don't want some hot shot reporter coming along and messing it all up, by distorting the facts and getting paid millions of dollars in endorsement deals to write rubbish, hearsay, and lies.
The only letter better than K is the letter I, because I love myself. So, please forgive me for my numerous I statements. Someday there will be a website dedicated to me, a shrine for my followers to worship. That day of course will come on my deathbed when I willingly give myself up. My only regret is that I won't be around to witness it's full maturation. Forgive me, also for my cynical and dark nature. Once you get to know me you'll see that I'm really a motivated and sophisticated gentleman. All in due time.
I spent my day watching the lead detective pick out peppers at the grocery store. If only he was as elaborate on his cases as he was on what peppers to choose. Then it would be more of a challenge to me. He must have picked up twenty-five peppers and stood there for fifteen minutes and ended up with only three. All different colors. Red, yellow, and green. I was surprised he didn't pick out an orange one as well. Was he planning a traffic light seminar down at the police academy? I shouldn't tease him too much, after all Detective Cristobal LaRose did have one big case under his belt. That of the the brilliant yet flawed art thieve dubbed Forest "The Impostor" Foster. However, the only other thing Cristobal had going for him was his fancy name. Oh and let us not forget his tasty little girlfriend Alexandria Farinacci. How he pulled that one off remains a mystery to even me.
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