I heard there's going to be a sequel to Braveheart

So it is October 26th and I figured I should start writing more often. Once again, I'll try to do this like once a week or something. But I'll inevitably get sidetracked by a new movie or game, or something shiny by the side of the road.

This week was fairly uneventful, although I am going to an evening of murder tomorrow. Should be fun, as long as it doesn't turn into one of those teen slasher movies, where somebody actually IS killing us all off, and then you find out it was some obscure character you saw in the background that one time during the introduction. Like the mailman or something.

He's secretly in love with the host, and if he can't have her NOBODY CAN.

If I add some indentation, a little dialogue and a sex scene or two, I've got myself a guaranteed blockbuster right there.

But I digress (from not a whole lot)

I want to get serious for a moment. I want everyone to know something, and it may seem a bit weird to say, but I figure, the internet is for expressing oneself, and, being oneself myself, I'll do that.

I just want people to know that, despite the fact that I don't get to see my friends very often anymore, that I don't have time to hang out every weekend, I think about them all very often. I wish I had more hours in the day to see you all, but I don't. I'm trying to get my life back in order and that's taking a lot longer than anticipated, so I just want to thank you all for being patient with me and know that one day I'll have more than a few bucks in my pocket and more time and we can all go out for dinner and a drink.

I'd list you, but you know who you are. Some of you have links on the right there. Some of you don't. Doesn't matter.

Just keep that patience up, alright?

I need to go relax now. Thanks for listening.

Now get back to work, you ingrates.

/Choz pops like he weasel.

I heard there's going to be a sequel to Braveheart

So it is October 26th and I figured I should start writing more often. Once again, I'll try to do this like once a week or something. But I'll inevitably get sidetracked by a new movie or game, or something shiny by the side of the road.

This week was fairly uneventful, although I am going to an evening of murder tomorrow. Should be fun, as long as it doesn't turn into one of those teen slasher movies, where somebody actually IS killing us all off, and then you find out it was some obscure character you saw in the background that one time during the introduction. Like the mailman or something.

He's secretly in love with the host, and if he can't have her NOBODY CAN.

If I add some indentation, a little dialogue and a sex scene or two, I've got myself a guaranteed blockbuster right there.

But I digress (from not a whole lot)

I want to get serious for a moment. I want everyone to know something, and it may seem a bit weird to say, but I figure, the internet is for expressing oneself, and, being oneself myself, I'll do that.

I just want people to know that, despite the fact that I don't get to see my friends very often anymore, that I don't have time to hang out every weekend, I think about them all very often. I wish I had more hours in the day to see you all, but I don't. I'm trying to get my life back in order and that's taking a lot longer than anticipated, so I just want to thank you all for being patient with me and know that one day I'll have more than a few bucks in my pocket and more time and we can all go out for dinner and a drink.

I'd list you, but you know who you are. Some of you have links on the right there. Some of you don't. Doesn't matter.

Just keep that patience up, alright?

I need to go relax now. Thanks for listening.

Now get back to work, you ingrates.

/Choz pops like he weasel.

If I was pregnant, I'd be giving birth today

Yes, that's right, ladies and gentleman. Yes. Man.

Today, or yesterday, actually, is/was my 9 month "anniversary" to my loverly girlfriend, Cynthia.

I felt writing today would be a good idea, one because I don't write a lot, but two, and most importantly, I want people to know. I want people to know that I love her very much.

This is my rooftop, and I am yelling the news.

In other news, there is no other news, except that I want you all to check out HER blog, on the right there, because she's awesome and if you don't have the pleasure of knowing her, maybe that'll help you. Also, I want people to see that she's a great writer and to tell her so. She doesn't believe me, so get to the commentation.

Do it for The Choz.

Anyhoo, that's all, really.

/Choz is... ah, whatever.

Titles Galore!

So I enabled titles. I dunno if they're gonna work or not. Last time I tried them, they whacked everything on my page.

We'll see how it goes.

Also, I've fond a new, easier way of keeping an online album of my photography and stuff. I've changed the URL on the right there, if you care to check 'er out.

Okay, it's 4:15 in the morning. I need sleep.


/My eyes! The Chozzles do nothing!

Eight months!

Eight months, and you all thought I was dead.

You didn't even call to see if I was okay! You just made the assumption and moved on. You're so... ugh, I can't even look at you right now.

Haha, see how I turned that from me being lazy to you being a jerk?

So... eight months.

Wow.

The big eight... uh... well, I was gonna say eight-zero, but that's not right at all.

The big zero-eight.

What has been going on in the passed (past?) eight months? Well, in a nutshell:

I quit my shitty phone job again, lounged for about two months, worked as a short order cook in a kitchen, was told I had a really swell, great paying job, quit the restaurant, got screwed for the swell, great paying job, hung around for another month, and got a job at Toys R Us, where I am currently employed.

And also, the biggest and most importantest of all, I am still, yes still, in a committed, loving relationship with a girl I never thought I'd find. But I did. And she makes me do little dances when nobody's looking.

I think that's a pretty good measure of how much you love and care about a person. The kind of strange little dances you do when you're alone and thinking about them.

This is how I measure things.

When I make a cake, everything is measured in "tires". You take a tire, no rim, and fill the hollow part with the ingredient. That's "one tire".

The cakes always turn out to be the size of a small condo. I dunno why.

The local homeless people love it. It's like Christmas. Cake Christmas.

Well, that's enough blathering for me. I need to go... uh.. stop blogging now. I'm kind of annoyed that you're still here actually. You're like one of those guests who won't leave after dinner, but you want to go to bed, but you can't, because this guy is just fucking sitting there watching TV.

A'ight. That's it fo' me, dudes. I'm out.

Peace.

/Choz floats like a butterfly, but stings like a scrape after falling off your bike.