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I am Finally Ready For Winter Again

Seems as if I'm going through my "threshold phase" as far boredom photoshoppin' goes, but it sure beats the old contrast/brightness phase.

As some people who know may know, every winter something happens to me, something that only happens in the winter. I thought it was high school stress, then I was told I had a disease. Thinking that I had this disease made me think that I would be ineligable for the military that was sure to be happening that year, so I embraced. I was also informed of the various college scholarship oppurtunities availible to apparently disease fuckers like myself. But like most afflicted fellers, the best thing to do is have as much fun with your disease as possible, and that I most certainly did. My diagnosis was Von Willerbrand's disease, also known as "poor man's hemophilia", which meant that when I started to bleed I couldn't stop. I missed many classes junior & senior years at Wilson because I spent 30-45 minutes in the bathroom leaking and spraying my crimson plasma on the tiles and sinks and radiators. It became this horrific thrill, this massive blood loss was the closest thing I had to a slow dance. It was only in the winter. Twice I had bloodied up the second floor boy's bathroom and heard a kid talking an hour later; "yo man, there was a fight in there. Homeboys fightin' with knives shit. Brotha got fucked up bad." I couldn't help but giggle. The "hardcore-ness" of these happenings were debated on this here BlogNo!! back then. It was becoming too psychotic, but luckily spring came and I wasn't drooling blood from face any more. But here we are; the gift wrap is all thrown away, the Christmas trees are in the gutter, the kids are back in school thinking about long underwear and hoping they don't have to walk home in the cold. My wet socks are drying on the floor and my make shift trashcan is cardboard dalmation with blood red spots. My finger nails are crusted with blood. Maroon stains tattoo my knuckles. I gotta clean myself up. I don't want my suitemate to see this mess. Some people just don't rank for the "freak out the squares"-routine in the same way I'm not trying to "save" his musical soul, its a why bother situation. But whatever, I only have more year of teenage bloodfests left, after that it gets even creepier than it already is.

I welcome the winter.
Bring on the snow days, whiskey sledding, and eskimo kisses.

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This old BlogNo will be allowing some type of mysterious hiatus for a while, and I don't know about you but I certainly don't want to have one of those bullshit yellow construction man animated gif's. Taint happening here. No new layout, strictly corn tortillas.

I have a clock or two to hang.