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Tuesday, 26 September 2006

From the Book of the Fallen Angel

And he fell to one knee and buried his head in his bloody hands, the fresh crimson still dripping from his fingers. The truth behind his actions had hit him like a shot in the chest. Now I know, he thought. That is why I was sent. This has been the truth the whole time. He had sent me to carry out His mission. But in doing His work, I have become a damned soul. I have done all that He's asked and I am still doomed to the eternity of torture.
A presence stirred in front of him, breaking his concentration. The Fallen One raised his head and looked up through the long black hair, dampened with blood. The Beast smiled down at him.
"So you are the one?" he asked.

"That is what I am told" he replied, all hint of protocal gone.

"Well then, Fallen One" the Beast sniggered through black, clenched teeth "It is time."
He nodded and began to rise to his feet, but could not completly stand up before a unseen weight dropped him back to his knees.

"What is wrong?" the Beast asked. "Is this truly the man, the great warrior sent from upon high to complete His work?" He let out a long, growling laugh. "This cannot be he."
The Fallen One could not contain his rage any further and lashed out. He sprang from his knees at the Beast, drawing the flaming sword from it's holster on his back and slashing at the Beast's throat in one motion. The blades path was true, ripping flesh away from the throat of the Beast. It staggered back, cluching at the wound which was spewing a black, vicsous fluid and scoring the earth wherever it touched. It fell backwards and in an instant had disappeared. All that remained was a faint laugh wafting across the plain.

"Soon" the disembodies voice whispered. The Fallen One let loose a feral roar from his depths.

"When?!?" he cried skyward. "When will you let your servant rest? When will I take my place? When does my destiny match that of that disgusting creature. Once more, he fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands.

Monday, 04 September 2006

Wow, I can't believe how depressing I've been in writing here over the past 2 years. I don't wanna be that guy who just came on and bitched about how crappy his life is anymore. Because for the first time in quite awhile, things are actually going good. Classes are a bit of a bitch right now, but that will get better as I get back into the swing of things and shake off an admitted bit of senior ego. But I really can't bitch. After busting my ass around this station for the past 2 years, someone finally took notice and has offered me the opportunity to move up into a full-time position. You damn right I'll be going for that. A set schedule, evenings off for the most part, light weekends, more money. Shit, Iv've been waiting for that. On top of that, I actually starting dating someone. I know, I was shocked at first too. But I met this girl at work, we started talking and messing around and we just kinda hit it off. There's something there. I mean, at first glance, she's really not the type of girl I would think that I would like. But I enjoy the fact that I can have a conversation with her. An intellegent one even. It's bedtime. More later.

Sunday, 20 August 2006

I honestly can't believe how much of a bitch that I've become. Not in jest, not Barb's silly bitch, but in reality. It's not that I'm becoming a pushover. I'm fucking laying down and asking to be stepped on. Who the fuck knows why. I'm just frustrated and just furious at myself that I'm just letting this happen. And becoming completly complacent about getting used. More than anything I get walked over at both jobs and I haven't done a damn thing about it. I've fallen into a patten, complacent with the routine. The routine needs to end, and fast.

Thursday, 03 August 2006

Dodging Getting Fired, Again

I do that about once every 3 or 4 months around here. The River was off the air this morning. About an hour before anyone noticed, including me who was teh one who is supposed to be watching this stuff. However, in my defense, the readings that are supposed to tell me everything is ok told me that everything was ok. The alarms that are supposed to listen for silence didn't go off. So as of now, I dodged the bullet.

So, I've been living at home, watching the dog for 2 days now, i guess. I'm the overnight guy here for the week while being the closing cook at the Slut so I pretty much get to be home about 6 hours, only 1 of that awake pretty much. 70 hours sucks. However, Friday night off. I think that's gonna be game night. Saturday night, small party at the 'rents place. The rest of you can pretty much drink socially if you like. Me? I'm getting fucking ripped out of my mind. Just becuase I can. I'm making a few nights off next week too. Anybody wanna go out?

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The Blues Brothers: Original Soundtrack Recording
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