Silence in the city

It's 0630HST and I'm slouching in Amanda's couch. The silence of distant cars passing by on the freeway have upscaled to the morning dump trucks and the bus lines starting. A five by five window frames the darkened silhouette of the city and apartment lights. The sky never gets dark in the city. It holds the faint lighting from the streetlights to a deep blue backdrop. The lights of the city sparkle the sky as the stars do the heavens. High in the atmosphere, the clouds trudge along and are the only things that soften the view. Slowly fading in to the horizon, the moon casts it's light on to it's surroundings. A reminder that we have just lived a day and it's time to live another to it's fullest. It is a mark in history on the things we have done. the things we are doing, and the things we will do. A mellow sound of music fills the air. Lyrics of love, honesty, pride, and regret rewinds my mind to relive my past of each or lack of each.
Psychically wallowing euphoria, I begin to move. Slowly, the feet groove on their own accord. The slow rhythmic vibe traverses to waist. Balance and motion subconsciously move in harmony to the music. Feet stepping to an fro, knees and waist swaying deep into the rhythm, the spinal chord succumbs to the slow crawling tingle of euphoria. The mind begins to fall from euphoria to pure unadulterated ecstasy. The experience pushes for the last mile as the shoulders begin to slide and rock with the rest of the possessed body. Finally admitting defeat to the music, the arms are surrendered to the sinful thoughts kept locked away in the darkest corners of the mind. Mind separated and isolated from the body by the audio bliss and rhythm of the music. A single link to reality is kept; a thought. As your eyes begin to open you seek for the one.
The mind blurs the existence of the greedy, the shallow, the self-centered, the socially infected, the has-beens, the want-to-be's, the fake, and the morally defected. Scurrying about you halt before the one; a soul worth sharing with. In pristine and crystal clear view they sit. Taking a knee before them, you stretch out your hand against all fears and inhibitions. Three words emerge, "...dance with me."

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In the game again...

House of cards tactic in implementation. Three on bait and one tasting the chum. Social engineering method in action

Another four day weekend. . . .

Sort of. . . Spent most of my day offs up at Coffeetalk trying to catch with everyone on WoW. I have two toons right now. One on Darkspear that's a Level 14 Tauren Druid and the other is on Crushridge that's a Level 15 Night Elf Druid.
Past couple of days have been pretty fun. Been spending a lot of time in a Barrow Den area thingy. I still have trouble with the communication thingy when playing with other people. I've just been more or less running around killing shit and helping keep the other players alive. It's quite gratifying when your toon is strong enough to knock out something on the same level with it getting much damage on you.
Friday night was interesting as well. Chilled with a couple of girlies around town. Didn't really do anything in particular; just chill, drink, and talk. Damn, that sound like old people activities. o.O?! It was still a good night. It made my expectations of the night. And I think I found a new wing man too. He seems to know how to make it roll and keep it going.
Next weekend should be interesting though. I've been building my house of cards and the squadron seems to building in number. I just got to get'em to fly in a tighter formation if you get my drift. ;-) Some how I knew that once I stopped trying for something it starts to get handed to me.

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n alright. Personal note, dont drink soda after a long night of beer drinkin; the burbs induce a gagging sense. Went to Zippy's after to s

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Tuesday night:

0340HST - Fuckin' drunk . . .The night was awesome with an abundance of lovely ladies. Been drinkin New Castles all nigh

I've joined the mindless herd. . .

Taurn that is. Yes, I've finally got WoW on my box. It all goes down hill from here. Eh. . . At least it's a cheaper form of recreation that going out every night to get drunk and stupid.

Server:Darkspear
Toon: GNU

The Grind

I really don't know what I have to be discontent about. I have a good job, roof over my head, good running vehicle, loving family, and the best friends anybody could ask for. I have this constant need to review my life in analyze what NEEDS to be done. I've only come to one thing that needs to be remedied; my inability to properly budget and spend.
With the type of money I'm making right now I should be more well off than I am now. I've attributed the majority of it to drunken fun and recklessness. How else could some go out and blow away $300 dollars on just alchohal in one night? Drink to the night for it may be our last together.
The life style of a College student with mommy and daddy paying the bills is over. Time for reality at it's best. Rent, Car loan payment, Car insurance, credit card bills and etc are the trials of adulthood I says. That being said, I've finally starting to how to fully appreciate and use what I have. No more weekends of complete carelessness and spending like it's going out of style.
It's times like these that I hear my mom's voice in the back of my head. "Buy what you can at Sam's club, but check the other stores for cheaper prices." "You don't have to buy everything when you go out with your friends." "Get a life, get a grip, and get a job!" Brain washing put to good use for once. My dad's voice also whispers in my ear saying, "Don't always sacrifice quality for quantity. . . Shop around to see who has the cheapest case of beer."
In the mean time I'm reminding my self that I've been in worse scenarios before. I just have to remember what it's like to eat like I'm on a college budget . . .to save money for cloves and beer of course. I'm lucky to have friends to support me in times like these; like Amanda dropping some cash for Kalakaua fried rice and a pack of cloves in exchange for giving her a ride to work. Or, Aaron filling my gas tank to pick him up from Waikiki at 0300 because he couldn't find his keys. Also the free wireless I get from their places when I'm flopping at their place; which is pretty often.
Speaking of which, my dad was in town a few weeks ago. Some time during dinner at Zippy's he brought up how and what I've been doing. I explained to him my whole situation; including the bit about how spend more time at a friends place or my car than my own place sleeping and what not. His response, "That's kind of Gypsy don't ya think?" My response what that it works. Honestly, I think it's been almost a month since I've spent more than six hours at my own place doing what ever; including sleeping. I guess it because I have a hard sleeping when nobody's around.
I find that I have a need to be around people. I might not be social, but I'll still be out and about around people. It's weird in a way. . . Sometimes I'd just pick a random group of people that aren't really doing anything and go hang out with them just be around people.