i dont stay up as much as i used to, i dont smoke weed like i used to, i dont drink like i used to. but there is one thing that i have been dying to say, or rather release, "damn it feels good to wear a blue collar." to know the value of earned money. paperwork is fine, it moves the world more or less, in legal tender, or binding contracts or subpoenas and what have you. but nothing tops the sleep you take after a long day of smelling like shit. no ironed shirts, no nice pants to wear, no uppity white man boss to impress. i have to be honest, this mechanic business, im no good at, and this managing business, im getting the hang of it, but i must say i love it, automobiles, vietnamese people, people in general, dealing with the commonfolk, everyday folk, rich, poor, and the overly oppressed middle class. this repair business has gotten me solving a very large jig saw puzzle, one so big, ive never encountered anything so grand in scale and minute in detail. everyday, i hope that this puzzle gets finished sooner rather than later but in the big picture, the more i stay, the more ll learn. thats a simple fact of the learning spirit of humankind.

lately, ive been girl crazy, not in a misogynistic fashion. like i gotta pound every piece of meat i see, but every time ive seen a beautiful woman, ive told her, 'youre beautiful', not 'youre cute' or 'youre hot.'
mind yall im not doing these things to sweep her off her feet, whoever she may be, or steal her heart before she even knew it, but because she was, in my eyes and in my mind 'beautiful', and if i didnt say anything, i would regret the inaction, the apathetic attempt to do what we were here to do, reproduce, live happily. you never know until you try, a motto im sure weve all heard.

ive also been reading some other bloggers around, i must say this as constructive criticism, your obscure titles to posts piss me off, followed usually by a unoriginal picture. im not hating in any sense, and theoretically, a picture is worth a thousand words, but goddamn narcissism and pseudo-originality get in the way of making your blogs worth reading.

construction management. been really interested in construction lately, something i think i can do well. i possess an attention to detail most individuals do not. but im lazy as fuck. building houses, buildings roads, and hsit have always been an interst of mine since highschool. architecture even, but running shop, and building buildings would be dreamy. 1) cuz you make bank, bro. 2) such a tribute to civilization, here you are, making a mark in society, in your neighborhood, in your time, by pouring cement, and cutting stone, and amassing beautiful, enduring structures that will stand til you fall into the ground in which these edicifices arose. you create joy, sadness, discipline, opportunity for peoples of all colors and creeds, but without it, the people, are at a diservice.

goddarn, one more issue before i leave, i really really really want that new skyline. 45k. 2010 nissan skyline crossover. or 70' datsun skyline gtr, or a fucking cadillac! or an f150, or a jeep wrangler. i just want to be a badass with badass cars.
and cruise to the cape to enjoy sushi and a beer.