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Today's fun. Day 13 of Job Hunting.  

Beggers can't be choosers, but I'd love not having a job where I sweat for a living.

In lighter news, it's raining outside...  which is fine for me, but as you can tell I'm more of a snow type of guy. I can't wait to hear the early morning cars warming up and snow crunching underneath my feet.  It'll be a good time.

See ya around

Dustin

Hey all...

         With all this rock flowin' around I thought it time to create a band.  

                                                          Let us rock?

                                                     Indeed, let us rock.

                                      Places to practice, times, instruments and gear... all these come with time.

                          By the way, all you punks out there... great obscure band from LA...

                                  the hanks.   http://www.thehanksonline.com/newindex.htm

                 very enjoyable.   and that's coming from a not-punk.

                                                                 Peace lovers.

        DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDustin

I stopped in to see my parents the day after last.  My mom sat at the table, where she always does her hygene thang... (appetizing, i know.)  I sat down to carry on idle conversation.  Basically, I keep tabs with them not unlike a probation officer... that way, they don't come lookin'.

I got there in time to witness the funniest thing ever.  She sat with her recently showered, wet hair, brushing. From two decades of blow-drying, and dying, and perming, and poisoning, her hair has turned into a matted, pale death blonde, percussion instrument... where, when played correctly, sounds somewhere in between a maraca and a bale of hay. (Maybe a fiesta in a barn?  posiblimente.)

She was going to town...  grappling with the puny plastic handle of the brush as the seemingly dead hair sprung to life to give one last fight, and grip to the bristles.  As she grunted her feeble grunt, rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and stood like Custard against the genetically altered mop on top of her head, all of sudden the handle snapped.  My mothers brittle body flung over the arm of the chair, and landed right on her face... ass in mid-air.  

I suppose there is no real ending to the story.  What matters is it was funny.

    For what it's worth, my parents returned the brush to wal-mart... in a zip lock baggie full of shattered brush that was picked off of my mom's head, and with a nest of hair still wrapped around the bristles.

      They got another brush too.   Suckers.

I'm sitting here staring out the hotel window into a cornfield...  brown is warring with green and a majority of my friends have cycled around to their respective collegiate towns.   Even before the lonliness of migrating friends started years ago, I've always had this uneasy feeling about autumn.

     Funnily enough, and with my gluttony for duality, this uneasyness always gives me peace.  I regress to a more family man.  I'm nicer to my parents, my brothers and sister...    I am not sure why it takes the death of all wildlife to push me closer, but that is the way it is.

Maybe the smell of buring leaves and pumpkin spice candles...   or the mounds of Halloween chocolate that will inevitably be devoured... whatever it may be, memories -none bad...  some recent ones bittersweet- (which is the way it always is) literally bombard me.  I am overcome with joy and anxiousness. 

I can't recall what I got for my 6th birthday...  I can't tell you where I was living when the summer olympics were held in Atlanta...      but I remember the caramel apple I ate while watching the news coverage of September 11.  I remember which Bette Midler song was on the radio as me and my siblings were playing in a pile of leaves the fall of my 1st grade. I remember every costume I've worn, and every hay ride I've been on. 

Time to relax and enjoy.  And for all those students out there, you may think with the beginning of the school year this is odd advice, but do it.  Savor the crunch of leaves as you walk to class...  

           ...and if there were ever a time to hit me up for money, it'd be now... I'm in a great mood.

Peace, my lovers and hatez.    Dustin

"Welcome to McDonalds! Would you like to try our special tonight?  - Two Big Macs for three dollars.."

"I need 16 double cheeseburgers."

       -one more time...

"I need 16 double cheeseburgers."

                      -this one is just for me...

" I  n e e d   1 6  d o u b l e   c h e e s e b u r g e r s ."

       If you've ever expirienced a need for 16 double cheeseburgers, let me know... because otherwise, my faith in humankind has been threatened.

I woke up this late afternoon to a group of people in the next room, separated by a paperthin wall, playing xBox shouting racial explicatives at the television. The twist!  They were also blasting the "Strate Thuggin'" playlist. zing.

             Other than that, it has been a great day.   I got a raise, a job offer, and an application. Pretty soon I'll have to change all the "s" in my name to $...  which shouldn't be too hard, hell... there's only one.   From now on, I'll be known as Du$tin. HELLS YEAH!                          For breakfast (at 5.30 in the afternoon) I had a spoonfull of peanutbutter... creamy...   hot.      I'm fairly certain that I will have to work the 4th of July, which might sound tragic, but it really isn't.  Loud noises scare me, sulfer smoke makes my eyes swell shut, and all my friends will be drunk, which I don't care to be.  Instead, I'll probably just crawl on top of the roof of McDonalds, have a strawberry milkshake and watch the fireworks from there.  It'll be  m a g i c a l . :)     

       I'm never quite sure what tomorrow will bring...  or even today...   and I'm always clueless and callus as to what happened yesterday.  You may think that will get me into trouble, but it's been working so far.  Plans are made and broken, goals are set and not reached. All these things make us feel sorry for ourselves.  I'm tellin' you, there's nothing better than just stumbling into a money job, nothing more fun than the parties that just appear, nothing sweeter than being swept off your feet by someone you'd never have expected.  Try not forcing it...  it pays off

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Friday July 22, 8 pm at the Murat Theater....

 The Killers.   $23.50

            so far, me and Josh are gonna rock it out.   Holla at me...  you can not beat this deal with a pickleball paddle.  

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                                                   Du$tin