Author: Tommy
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My life always seems to play itself out in themes. The current theme seem to be “Recovery.” Unfortunately, my week long excursion with the Lovely Miss Aya did not work out as I hoped it would. This coupled with a previous chagrin, has had me seek the Great Geek Wisdom…
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I questioned whether I should go home to Cut Off this year. I’m allergic to my hometown (all the mold and mildew of the swamps). I don’t keep in touch with anyone back there (I was a social outcast back in high school). However, the family wants me. So, I’m…
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Blurting out “Speaking of Jesus” is quite an effective way to transistion between two completely unrelated subjects. If ever there is a position which seems impossible, but amusing, I will always enlist my friends to help me try it out. I will never get tired of some people saying “w00t”.…
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After a devastating blow to the ego, my mind will often wonder off into the dark land of depression and solidute, wondering if I’m doomed to have all of this potential inside me not be realized and appreciated. It’s good to know that I’ve got it where it counts. Interestingly…
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For the longest time, I waited for the world to change, so that I could be happier. I knew that I wasn’t happy where I was at, and my frustration was usually focused at external sources. I overcame that mountain and now people know me as “The guy that never…
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After discovering some recently upsetting news, I asked two friends for some advice and counseling. I went into the conversation with much anger, frustration and sadness. I left with a new life goal and inquiry for myself. Beforehand, there was lots of questions and confusion which is what had this…
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Long time…no post. Yeah. I know. This is me being concerned. So, when life seems to hit you all at once, what do you do? Take a weekend vacation to Austin for dancing and then take another weekend vacation to St. Louis for dancing! Sounds like a good idea to…
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Within the last 6 hours of my stint in Portland, I’m in the back seat of Barb’s (who must have cast some type of spell on my Lee to make him so smitten by her), almost drooling on her pillow (containing a patter that strangely resembles a part of the…