Alive in the Un(Known)

This is obviously not a theory that works for everyone. This is the way I live. By the seat of my pants.

And when I thought I met a fellow traveller who did the same thing; I flew in feet first with my left foot being caught in a leg hold trap.

Hey, Reese! Thanks for letting me come on to strong with you. Now, I know how to conduct myself. You are going to be a strong woman.

The age thing should have clued me in. There is a World! of worlds of worlds of different between 21 and 32. Especially, the life I lead.

I'm a very intense person but I know when I broke someone's "booze". I have always known when to leave a room.

Thanks for reading what I had to write. I'm not obsessive, I just go where I'm needed. And if you don't need me there, then I'm not going. I will visit my Aunt, though.

And you cannot stop me!!!

This is my first attempt at a video.

The first one is called "Hugo Chavez Overdrive" I enjoyed playing it and listening to it again. Pardon the 'quick cam' grainy footage. Get over it if you don't like it. It's music!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKKqs8oBB_U

Here is the second song. It is called, "Willis Dyer". I saw a video called, "Gentrification" by him and you would not believe the noise you can here. Here it is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDRV4K5D8nI

about a black man not being able to get some sleep. They call it 'Urban Renewal':

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faR4EtV2Nk4

This one is one take. Dedicated to your hard work in winning me back from my morose, "What Have I Done!? phase" Here's some fun.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGxlzKvlvus

This one is called Reeses Peeces Jam.

Pictures with my Family

First, my niece and nephew. That would be Annie and Benjamin. I like pictures where children's eyes are closed. It makes them even more goofy and fun.


Me with bad hair. I cut it short since I am experiencing male pattern baldness.


The whole mess. With my infamous back.


Me, on the left. Left, right, left, left!

Me on the left, again

Veered: A Collection of Pornographic Pictures Rendered into Something More Interesting

This is one called, "Orgy Dragon". This is called so, because I was promised by the porn gods of the internet that I would be a witness to a ten lesbian pornographic scene. Except! They were just standing around naked. It was the most unsex like orgy in my orgy viewing experience. So, I made something cool and I have no idea how I did it. I guess I wanted to make something interesting out of something that was offering false advertising.


This is one is called: "Negative Spider Seeking Optimistic Seamstress"

This is one is called: "The Cool Party People" I think I used four different pictures, combined them (also known as collage) and then used, ACDc 7 (it's hard to find a copy of this program. I crashed it, a lot by twisting with pictures so much that the system would overload. After every twist and turn and warp and color change I made and highlighted, I had to save it)

Thank you for your Blog.

Reeses Peeces, if I had not found your blog, I would have no idea that someone out there was as interesting as me.

You are a very special person and I am sorry I overwhelmed you. I have been alone for a very long time and I always get so excited when I see my equal that I over-react and scare the bejesus out my friends.

Oh yes, you don't have to be my friend but you will always be friend. I finally found a woman who was interested in me. You have no idea how many people don't understand I word I say.

Not 911, not the police, my doctor and parents hardly believe me. They think I'm being paranoid., But, I am 100% psychologically sound.

Sorry, I didn't tell you about the bi-polar disorder. I had to diagnose it myself. They kept telling me I was mentally ill. When in fact, the world is mentally ill and I happen to be one of the few healthy people in it.

You, Charise, Reeses Peeces, unlocked my words. And for that, you have my undying gratitude. You should come visit soon. I'm great at solving human problems but it looks like you are taking care of that as well.

I hope you find what you are looking for. And if you cannot find it: give me a shout. I'll point you in the right direction. Or, in the nearest vicinity of least total chaos and destruction.

Hey Reeses Peeces!

I got a spare room in case you ever come by and visit. I made it cool and it is cool because it is my best friend, who also happens to be my ex-girlfriends, storage space.

Well, I found a bed in the landing at my apartment. I cleaned up the storage around. You have closet space. That's if you decide to come visit. You don't have to.

I have bi-polar disorder and I really should stay off the internets when I my illegal medicine is not around.

It gets me into all kinds of trouble. I didn't mean to scare you. I would like to be your friend.


Thanks. The pics above are what the room looks like. Again, taken by friend Jason. He is the only friend I have that visits and he can only do so during lunch hour. He has a family, a job, a daughter, and apparently, a life outside my small part of the universe.

The only people I talk to are Americans telling me weird shit. (I don't where to begin but they keep leaving me messages that I won a free trip. Yet, I have no way of being able to take this free trip because the motherfuckers don't leave me with any clues as to how to actually take this trip.

I recently hung out with homeless people by the 7-11. I had lost my wallet and asked this guy named Ted if

he would keep an eye out for it for me. Well, soon after I told him, I knew where I had put my wallet. So, two hours later, an idea dawned on me...

I should go back and repay them for lost wallet. It costs me 55 dollars. and so I gave him 60. He shared with two of his buddies. I bought them all cold Frappucinos. The Starbucks kind that doesn't have to much volume but sure tastes good.

When I told them that as far as I was concerned me and them were the same. One guy answered, "Really?"

Fuck its weird when people get marginalized. But I told him we are the same without telling him not to get down on himself.

And later, two hours later, I brought down 2 clothing bags of clothes. One for Ted, one for the other guys. I met a cool, unemployed guy named Pat. Reminded me of my
old friend, Greg, now living in Calgary, Alberta, in a Rehabilitation center,. He's working there and he is not a client, though, once was.

He was my drug buddy. And now when he up jumped the boogie then banged all the way to Calgary, I decided to quit smoking crack as I was smoking just as much as he was. I smoked a lot of pot to compensate. A lot!

Anyway, I'll continue posting about my life here and try to make judgements on your posts where necessary.

I am sorry I fucked up. I was not on my medication. Please forgive my forwardness. It was rather unbecoming of me.

Tootles!

I'm Pretending to Read

In my very hands, I am reading, "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. It is the easiest book I ever read since the Children's Bible. But in all fairness to the Children's Bible, it also had the book of Job and Revelations.

I am now in my Habitat.

Here is me playing bass guitar in exactly and no more than three poses. 'Cause that's all the pictures my friend Jason took.

Charise. Reese

I am 6'2 and weigh 175 - 185 pounds. I am 32 and am very nitpicky about who I am with and am not with.

That is all. I need you to find me. The outside world scares me and it doesn't seem to scare you.

So, there! ha ha ha hah a ha.

I am also hilarious if you have not read this blog and not find me funny then you are not funny and that's fine with me. Easy pickings when the dry humor rolls along.


Ta ta!

Damsel in distress!!!

I'm all alone. There is no one but my mom and dad who even take a look at me. For Christmas, it was only me and my parents. my brother and sister and nephew and niece did not show up because I use hard drugs.

Seriously, they have no respect for me and it hurt like hell. Now, I need my knight *(reeses pieces) to come and rescue me from my plight and get here to where I live and asses me.

I have a great place to live at. It has art work everywhere., Transformers everywhere,. Plants, hyanginig, Cacti,

Forgive the speloiing mistakes, I am nervous as jhell. Please contact and confirm destination time with me. I need someone to hold me and tell me that I don't have to be alone anymore.

Did I mention that I am also drop dead gorgeous. I stunned the hell out of the people at 7-11 at 6:30 in the morning. I am also a believer in Christianity, Muslim-Islam and the Jewish faith and always in the way of the Buddhist.

Crystal Meth Abusers are Stupid

Hello, and welcome to an ongoing series that I should have started right after my, "Meth is Alright," post.

I'm an addict. Meaning I'm addicted to CMA. (I will use this as the acronym for Crystal Methamphetamine as Crystal Methamphetamine is a pain in the arse to type out loud) (oh, did I just write, "... type out-loud?")

The abuser doesn't do the basics of humanity any justice. Like: combing or brushing his or her hair. Taking a shower. Brushing their teeth. Including flossing and at least, the very least, mouthwash.

Force yourself to eat something besides sugar packets. Like a piece of pizza. Cold is a good temperature for food to be ingested at the CMA level. Breakfast Burritos at McDonald's have a good texture and for your temperature of food needs, it operates at a both 'hot n' cold' setting.

So, with basic hygiene, we solve a lot of problems that CMA causes. Like: greasy hair, pimples where there were no pimples before, and maybe you could stop picking at your face and just wash it for once. Go take a shower. A cold one. A warm one. A hot one, especially. That will get rid of all the snakes underneath the skin for you.

If you have trouble eating while on CMA, I can empathize with that. It is very difficult to eat anything.

But!!!

Your body needs food. And not eating for three days will rob you of essentials you go through out your day as a 'normal' functional member of society. If not eating, then try protein shakes. Slim Fast works, too. I have used that and it definitely is a meal replacement. Though, I try not to live solely on liquid meals. Tends to soften one's stool a little too much. Ahem...

Also, drink plenty of water and especially real fruit juice. I recommend buying frozen cans of juice because they are often under a dollar a can and can provide many glasses of real sugar (glucose) to your immune system that needs to fight off those open sores you keep picking at.

Mix it up. I buy six cans of all different flavoured juices, with one double, usually Cranberry because I hate it because it tastes the worse but I think it helps the most. You would be surprised how long a frozen container of Orange juice lasts. What I do, is not mix it a big container. I let the frozen can sit in the fridge, then take the top off, pour enough to make a glass full of juice; in a glass; and then add water.

A little juice goes a long way into giving you those Gatorade electrolytes that you need so badly when you've been up all night, writing blog posts like this one. Ahem.

Like I said, I'm an addict. I don't like being addicted to CMA. It is not anybody's idea of a fun time. But... But, I am learning control of it. I have learned that three weeks without it is not the end of the world but the beginning of one where I don't have to give in to my cravings for it.

I am stronger than my drug of choice. I am learning to live without it and it's a struggle. So, please, friends and family, know that I am trying and that I have greatly reduced my allotted money for CMA by less than half.

That's right! From $780.00 a month to $320.00. I think I'm on the road to wellness.

Peace and God Be With You. Whatever that something that keeps you going; well, I call it god. It's simple, short, and with the lower case 'g'; easily palatable.