tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73641005877953481152011-11-27T19:50:38.357-05:00arrrzzzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12816378014362289332noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364100587795348115.post-73021448207719695212011-03-23T20:44:00.001-04:002011-03-26T14:40:54.987-04:00

You know.. chillin'. Trying to make sense of much but not really achieving that goal in any way. Amongst other things... I opened my blog in another tab. Aside from yesterday's horrendous attempt in making a post that would much better be kept as a post it, I see that the last time I gave a shit about this blog was in January. It's a awkward feeling. I WANT to write in this, to let frustration

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I haven't forgot about Rollin' in my six-fo.  I do need to think about the future of the blog. It's still my personal journal that I would like to.. at least try to keep up-to-date. For those that still peer into this world.. THANK YOU! Maybe there will be some new focus.. And then again.. maybe not. If it ain't broke.. -arrrzz

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http://www.workman.com/products/9780761158820/Happy 2011 everybody! Cheers to the Polar Bear Club of Coney Island! Great feeling to wake you up and to start the New Year's fresh as ever. The numb toes are something to deal with, but it's worth the jump in. Hell, as long as you avoided Coney Island's greatness sprinkled along the shore, ingrained along side sand and ready to cut the bottoms of

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As long as there continues to be a calendar that follows a seven-day week, I can look forward to Sunday. Lazy, hazy, lazy Sunday.  It's week 15 and I always seem to pick one blooper that I can count on to knock me out of the pool. Then again, it's a bit early to see if the Texans will pull a fast one and get the Titans by at least 2.5. I don't even want to look at the screen, they're driving in

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http://bit.ly/fCeNZI  Dj Dark Beat's new mix, available for download from his page!  Get it! Happy Lazy Sunday to all you thieves and gypsies!

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I just don't understand them. Other than an ominous and vague title, I don't think anything else in this post will have to do with the fairer sex. Honestly couldn't think of a title.  And I suppose that a title warranting Women as a general figure and population whose actions and thoughts are indecipherable by the opposite sex and one man in particular would seem... who am I kidding.  I don't

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HOLD THE BRAKES! Let me tell you people one thing.  Wisdom teeth.. when not aligned correctly, and on the brink of decay and all that is inhumanely possible to think in terms of gnawing pain, will make you wish you were still 4 months old eating mush, potatoes, and formula.  I normally don't have many gripes when it comes to visiting the dentist's office.  I prefer the dentist's office more than

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It certainly isn't a good or bad omen.  Truth be told, the title is further than what actually is happening while I write.  Slight flashback to Dante from Grandma's Boy.  Not a tumor either.  Or at least hoping.  Then again, if there is no such ringing, than none of this really pertains to much.. and it's all just bullshit.  Random spurts of wanting to actually write about the happenings that

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I had the day off from work today.  Quite the relief.  Not having to get out of bed by 7:00 a.m is all I can ask for.  Catching Maury AND Springer in the same day too?  HAH! Happy Thanksgiving to all!  The laundry is drying, so catching up here would be nice.  Happy this isn't an email. I want to party.  Fucked up blacked out I don't remember a damn thing party.  Again.  Lulz.  Well, that was

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It's kind of funny you know.  I'm writing this from my own couch, in my own apartment from Woodside.  Last I recall, I posted something about Panda Bears at my desk while I was interning away with Publicity at OUP.  I'm still interning. It may just be the title. Such is life. Lmao. I like Artisan Books.  I enjoy working there a lot.  Granted, I remind myself that I had an option as to where

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http://blog.oup.com/Don't you even dare say no to Panda bear... Hell, don't even think about the thought of saying no. Bitch. ***(Thanks to LA, blog editor extraordinaire aquí.) I want to read another Marquez book.  Suggestions? Which which which do I pick? In another news, the ASPCA gave me the boot.  Lesson (un)learned?  Stop fucking around with life and responsibility.  I didn't

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Irregularities.  Striking... but not surprising at all with this blog.  I needed a break from research.  Half of the blogs I have looked up are created and published through blogger.com, and I missed updating this.  I have had a long summer.  Really Long.  I'm actually pretty sad.  I think it's been a while since I've seen the sun lay rest on a hot sandy beach.  No waves crashing left and right,

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I wrote the title for this blog... who knows when honestly.  I came with the idea to write this after a meteor crashed somewhere in the continental U.S... but I can't remember for the life of me when it was or any other relevant events that happened during that time.  I'm at my desk here... not doing work, but I needed the break.  LOL.  I'm kidding.  I am slacking the fuck off.  I would upload

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I never said I was recession proof... or at least I don't recollect saying that I was in a serious tone to say the least, but it's really shitty out here now.  What the fuck?  "I can only get this amount of hours?"  "You have got to be shitting me... please?"  That's usually what gets scrolled through my head when I silently whisper these two sentences under my breath when I look at my work

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Once again, my consistency with me Rollin' in my six-fo' is fucking beat.  I'm here, I'm there, everywhere and nowhere.  Their are so many things for me to say, to speak about, to comment on, to rant and rave at, to cherish and appreciate, to relive right here in these words, on this web page, in another snow storm that's crashing through the Tri-State area.  A lot of shit. First thing that

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Much of what is a rocky, or maybe good/great, or hectic as hell beginning to a new decade in a young century... and millennium.  I can go on.  Forget about that.  Leaving last off with Montauk wasn't even the start of it.  The rise of a new year is bearing much in terms of options, and a renewed fuel.  I'm burning up inside.  This really has been a long month(January).  I was fucked up,

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I walked.  I walked a long road on the eastern shore.  It was something... it was something else.  Maybe I was too numb to realize that I messed up my foot somewhere along the way, somewhere along Montauk Highway. It's a longer walk if you don't know where the hell this is supposed to all lead too.  I made it into Camp Hero State Park.  I drifted from the paved highway, and walked up Old Montauk

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I had a really long New Years. Wasn't how I wanted to start it, and it would have never happened the way it did if the events that came before it hadn't transpired like they did, but it's a burning one.  I still have one fucked up foot to prove it.  Got me worried for a little bit.  How it still happened... still beats the fuck out of me.  Thinking about it today, I really might have twisted or

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http://dancingastronaut.com/2009/12/duck-sauce-back-with-grand-steppin/ Eventually, I'll learn how to put up links to song's on this blog, and maybe put them on in a not so messy, get this shit up now and quick kind of way that doesn't scream idiocy.  Press play on Duck Sauce - aNYway (Black Noise Disco Mix) for a good time.  And Grand Steppin' too.  But in no particular order.  Both are equally

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... for me to pick from to reasonably say why I haven't been on this in such a long while.  Can't lie, this feels good.  Real good.  Blank box and a head full of whirlwind ideas, images, thoughts, and a whole bunch of other shit that I'm still having trouble thinking putting into words.  Hell, if it were that easy, I would have done it a long time ago.  Speaking of, I don't remember the last time

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Has anybody ever asked you... a general question?  Or even a question that cuts through you.  All that's needed is the truth.  Sometimes the truth hurts more, so why lie? (Ty Mr. Homme) I'm not relegating this to anyone...  I guess it's the answer I don't know... that usually causes one of few reactions.  The questioner becomes even more frustrated at the dead end that I don't know leaves them

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I got some apples.  Work time social networking.  Interesting to see a report last night on the troubles that social networking can have when mixed in during your time on the clock.  Continually typing this shows a good amount of disregard to that, but I'm not worried.  It's dead as hell in here.  I think I saw a tumbleweed flying around here.  Almost a good chance that there's a vulture circling

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"My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices/ and fools that think I slip, you fuck around/ you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy/ on some I-do-or-die shit, for real/ " - Jay-Z Yes, Hov has graced these pages once again. It's Novmeber 3rd, 2009 in New York City. As to who would find this important, should be a number of New York City residents, but I think if you were to

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    I'm 0-4 with cell phones this year. Fuck my life. Seriously. Second myTouch... with the first lasting all but.. maybe two weeks or so. Ugh. I make myself sick sometimes. But... in any case, I guess it was worth the loss. Started the week with a great trip upstate to Warwick, Ny. The Hudson Valley holds some of the tastiest apples this side of the Catskills. Sushiiibear and I went up there

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(I want you to stay on this site for the amount of time it takes for that song to run. =). ) I understand why my mom always hated I don't know as an answer, and not exactly either. I'm lying, because I still say this too. Till this day. It sucks. It's so vague. Leads to a lot of anticipation to figure out what the answer is supposed to be. The worssssst. Middle week hulabaloo. As of next

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**edit** Can I still put up videos?  Ugh.  My computer literacy has gone down... even with a MAC!  Hah.  My friend Los (http://iamstoned.wordpress.com/), and Chris were talking about the easiness that comes with owning and operating a Mac.  His computer is on the fritz.  It likes to play games with him... sometimes it'll tease him.  He might be working as fast as he can uploading something

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It's the first episode I've watched.  I have no idea where I am in the season, who anybody is, what the hell is going on, what channel this is even playing on, but it's damn good.  I know Katherine Heigl is dealing with a patient that has visions due to seizures he has, and the surgery she has to perform might take that vision away... the only thing, to him, that he's lived for these past years

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I actually got a ride to the train today.  Then again, I got out at 10:30... a hell of a long time to leave the bookstore this time of night.  It was pretty eventful.  Aside from the regular schlab that is work, I was able to work a book signing for author, journalist, playwright.. and etc... Mitch Albom.  Probably best known for his books The Five People You Meet In Heaven and Tuesdays with

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This was meant for a Monday night, but it's..um... officially Wednesday on my little clock above in the corner. In terms of a productive day, I'd have to say it was. I never appreciated Math as much as I am now, the one class that almost held me back in high school. Math and I are like... Zionist and Fundamental Muslims. The chances of us getting along are pretty slim. Pretty slim.. is not even

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For the first time in a long time... and a very long time... I got something down. Not just something down. But something down that I haven't had down in a very very long time, and about time too. Maybe I'm still riding high from class, but my sense of accomplishment has gone out the fucking roof. Math and me are not friends. Like animals in the wild. We bash heads only when we need too.

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At what lengths do you go to fulfill a craving. Its physical now. You can feel it in your blood... through your veins and all around your body, to the tips of your skin. I fucking did it again. I lost my phone. Water malfunction. Ugh. All... for a .. you guessed t. Cigarette. Its at the corner of 75th and.. I can't even remember what Avenue... but It happened again, and now I'm here

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I love music.  It's a passion.  It's a form of escape.  It opens doors and closes wounds.  It re-opens them sometimes too.  It brings smiles to faces.  Frowns and angered stares too.  Nostalgia is a companion of music at times.    It's greatest friend.  What would I be without it.  There isn't a day that goes by where I don't get to hear something I want to.  Days seem so much more bland without

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I know you're gonna miss meJay-Z If there was any way to put how I would the Summer that passed, it was one for the books.  Maybe more so my books.  It went by way to quick.  Like all good things, it had to come to an end.  But  forward progression begins when something else has ended, and luckily, it begins at the heels of a Summer made alive because of the people I was with, the places I saw (

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I just signed up for an audition for Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, and considering how late it is, I don't know if I will be getting a spot on the show, but a boy can dream. I really really really want to go on a game show. I don't know why. Aside from the possible prizes to be one, I always felt that I would make a good contestant. Part entertainment.. more just flexing skills I suppose.

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tory.... lol. I don't think it will work out to well... so I may end up going on the laptop anyway. There are only so many characters I can fit into th

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is box. Haha. Besides.. there are some photos I would like to share. Soothing to say the least. Hot, hazy, and humid.. but worth it. Think this is it)

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(This is an attempt at mobile bloggery from my phone. Feel free to tell me if it isn't what should be expected.. but its words... on a page, telling a s

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So I smoked.  I smoked a lot. I mean... I smoked a lottttttttttt of cigarettes since my last post.  I blow.  I hate how I'm saying that I'm going to quit again tomorrow, but I have to make it happen.  This is quite an irritating situation to be in.  I hate myself more and more for smoking despite now feeling the symptoms that come with these damn bastards!(I do want to see that movie by the way.

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I was speaking to Elvis today, and I guess we came upon the conclusion that July has been a pretty good month.  I'm being modest when I say that.  It's actually been awesomazing...  Well this sounds completely random and besides any point or idea that's even possible to comprehend, but its a good feeling too have running inside of you.  It's knowing that there is a spark that keeps you lit, no

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Well ain't that a bitch.  I came here looking to write something, and I get the heads up from my Facebook timeline from some about an explosion in Jakarta.  It's a shaky feeling to have inside.  I don't know how to react to it, or if there were any friends or family members of mine that may have been injured or worse.  There is a distinct feeling I have in me that this could have been much worse,

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My recent shortcomings in this blog are definitely visible.  I guess, to say the least, the outside world has been feeding me more than I can handle sometimes.  This isn't a rant... per se.  But it definitely blows getting pulled over by cops and searched.. lol balls deep for something you didn't do wrong.  It was just a car club meeting.. and It's pretty hard to drag race in a Burger King

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I can't say I had a boring weekend.  A boring weekend consists of my brain turning into mush.  My brain did not turn into mush.  Can't complain now can I...  But it was an interesting one.So I fell in the Hudson.  It's not fun... ok I lie.  It isn't that I had past stigmas attached to the river, but I still feel like I should go to a doctor just to get myself checked out.  It was a humid day, but

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Know it sounds funny But I just can't stand the pain Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow Seems to me girl You know I've done all I can You see I begged, stole And I borrowed Ooh, that's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning That's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning Why in the world Would anybody put charms on me? I've paid my dues to make it Everybody wants me to be What they want me to be 

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Rollercoasters are one thing.  They take you up... and around.. sideways, upside down, and back.  I can say this... I had a long week.  It's those weeks that make you think.  Legal woes aside, its these kind of weeks that make you appreciate who you have in your life.  I hate to sound like such a sap, but there are just some people that I can't live without... so much that I feel like I could

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Roaming the interwebs is hard work.  Here's a link to a blog I enjoy seeing updates from when they do come.  http://romephotoblog.blogspot.com/It' reminiscent of my time out in Italy, and specifically Rome itself.  I kick myself often for not setting up my scanner to work with my notebook, but this Summer should lend itself sometime for me to get it done.   Of the pics I have of Rome... would be

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Broadway & Whitney1.. something in the morningSaturday, May 30thHomey: Zzzzzzzzzz.. mmmmmhmm..zzzzMe:  Yo homey.. you okay?Homey: ZZzzzzz.........Me: Oh ShitDeegs:Wowww.Cees:  Yo... I think his lips are purpleMe:  Um..  I think he's dea-Homey:  Ugggghh.. mmmm zzzzzzz...Taco Truck Dude: Oh.. He's a friend.Me:  Thats not such a great look.  Taco Truck Dude:  Yeah.. I guess.Me:  How long has he been

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Two links of interest...http://wave.google.com/Good job Google.  Good job.

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Up top, is the breakfast of champions, and directly beneath it is the greatest of depressions, compacted into a literary masterpiece, with hot girls on the cover, and a Kindle in the back. I'm slacking on that as well (if days and nights were only a little bit longer),but for the most part, it should be a good time. I've noticed that.. in tune with what I have been reading elsewhere, that I have

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It's a new work week. I enjoy cold Monday mornings. They have something special about them. When the weather's right, and it's early enough in the morning, the breeze beats you down, and wakes up your senses. Mind you, I do stay booted, and I am writing this from work, but this comes in part with the new work week. Glad to say, that I don't normally have a case of the

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I have not been keeping up with my bloggery.  It's not that I'm lazy, its just that my fingers don't feel like typing.  I know this is a lie, because they're having quite the time of their lives right now.  They help accomplish the little things, and help in making the bigger things happen. ...  If you aren't lost by now, congratulations, because I think I've lost myself in the last two

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I'm only... a couple years late with a blog.  But this should be fun.  ..-=Cause I'm Rollin' in my six-fo...  with all my homey's sayin..=-..Enjoy yourself.

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