| I don't want no Cadillac - c - a - d - i - l - l - a - c - what I got will get me back. |
[Sep. 14th, 2006|02:14 pm] |
I'm sitting in Kinko's - the internet is down for right now at the library - and since this is costing me serious money, I will keep this shorter than usual.
I've been making more of an effort to start over again. Start fresh.
I've been reading more lately, and thats one part. Been making more of an effort to be outgoing and social again, and it turns out its like riding a bicycle. Awkward at first, but if you keep pedalling, then you find your balance and speed and such.
I've even been letting myself get feelings for someone again. cute? yes, she is. funny? indeed. interesting? so far she hasn't let me down. mutual? I think so. more on that as more comes.
this is from my reading:
"cowardice is the surest cure for temptation." - Mark Twain.
Bought two tickets for the Hank III show in October. $32. Jesus Christ Superstar. He'd better rock.
Overtime this weekend. I had volunteered for it, but then it turns out the workload increased dramatically fast, so the entire shop has been drafted for it. oh well. the more the merrier, and at $30 an hour.
Time to get gone before I go broke typing.
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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| gonna have a funky good time...Maceo...Maceo. |
[Sep. 13th, 2006|03:42 pm] |
It's a drizzly day here today. I love it. The sky is a wonderful mix of light gray, dark gray, and hints of blue everywhere, and its raining just hard enough to cool down the temperature. Soon Autumn will be in full effect, and I'll be loving every minute of it.
I will be working more overtime this weekend. another 20 hours, at $30 an hour. I won't know whether to frame my next paycheck, or cash it and roll around in it like Uncle Scrooge.
The Blockbuster over on Pierce Ave. doesn't have a copy of East of Eden anymore, and their one copy of Raging Bull is forever checked out. I'm giving up on them and am going to rent at the one over on Shurlington Dr. from now on...that'll show them. 40 copies of Tyler Perry's Madea is Running This Schtick Into the Ground (if you actually get that joke, more power to you), and one copy of Raging Bull.
Haven't been listening to much music lately, but I've been listening to Hank III's Straight to Hell to get amped up for his show in October - and its doing the trick. I love this album.
I feel like maybe eating some chinese food tonight...but 2nd St Pizza and the Capital Theatre are showing A Prairie Home Companion tonight...so I just might wait and eat Chinese tomorrow, with pizza or a sub tonight. plan? I think so.
For now, though, I'm off like a dirty shirt.
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah. |
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| it's as Plato once pondered, "Who made who? Who made you?" |
[Sep. 12th, 2006|04:43 pm] |
I've been doing alright. here's a quick summary:
+ new job. I am currently an negine mechanic on the C-5 aircraft. I'm a civil service employee working for the air force. I make out like a bandit and I love my job.
+ been reading more. for about the past month and half to two months, I have averaged about 3 or 4 books a week. currently am working my way through House of Leaves by Danielewski, because I am forever about what was the bee's knees a coupla years ago. I love being literate.
- still have yet to get my computer out of hock. will be soon, though.
- me and Stephanie aren't together anymore. que sera, sera. we are still friends, however.
+ been wearing briefs more and more. comfort, support, and they feel like a constant hug for my junk.
+ annie's an awesome friend, and asked me to update my livejournal for once. so I did.
tonight I have no idea what will be going on. it will be a successful mixture of alcohol (in moderation, of course), friends, reading, listening to the soundtrack for Maximum Overdrive (Ac/Dc's magnum opus), and watching a little bit of Training Day.
until the next blue moon.
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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| all the way live...journal. |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|03:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | back in the saddleish. | ] |
don't worry, Livejournal. I was temporarily dazzled by the bells and whistles of Myspace, but my heart is with you. Tomorrow I'll write a sonnet or something in you. But, for right now, I'm going to go.
so, yeah. I'm going to learn how to better switch-hit between myspace and livejournal.
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah. |
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[May. 30th, 2006|03:40 am] |
because I can't sleep, I'll fill this out.
Stolen outright, son, from Louis.
1) What film made you angry, either while watching it or in thinking about it afterward?
Bamboozled. how a movie that starts out so brash, funny, and thought-provoking can fuck it allll up in the home stretch by tacking on such a ham-handed ending, I just don't know. Spike Lee does. but like that damned dog from the Busch's Baked Beans commercials, he ain't telling shit, son.
2) Favorite sidekick.
it's a toss up between Clyde from Every Which Way But Loose, or Sundance, from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
3) One of your favorite movie lines.
"sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand."
- Paul Newman, Cool Hand Luke.
4) William Holden or Burt Lancaster?
Burt Lancaster. Birdman of Alcatraz AND the rainmaker. come on.
5) Describe a perfect moment in a movie.
in Pretty in Pink, when Ducky finds out that Andy is going on a date with Blaine...and it pretty much rips him apart. Just that moment when he figures it out is priceless and it never fails to make me wish John Hughes had written the movie's ending (the lamest letdown ever) right.
6) Favorite John Ford movie.
The Quiet Man
7) The inverse of a question from the last quiz: What film artist (director, actor, screenwriter, whatever) has the least–deserved good reputation, artistically speaking. And who would you replace him/her with on that pedestal?
Least deserved is James Dean. yeah, he had a great smirk and good hair. I hate how making 3 movies and drinking, driving, and dying equal out for immortality.
fuck it. let Jason Lee hop up on that pedestal. He is one of the greatest comic actors going now. Watch Chasing Amy, ignore Ben Affleck, and get some laughs from Lee. A coiled spring with moving eyebrows, arms, and flared nostrils to accentuate his anger, shock, surprise. the guy is a comic genius. if he doesn't fuck it up, he might replace Leslie Nelson as my favorite comedy personality.
8) Barbara Stanwyck or Ida Lupino?
Lupino.
9) Showgirls-- yes or no?
only if I'm sick, it's on TBS, and Roadhouse isn't on.
10) Most exotic or otherwise unusual place in which you ever saw a movie?
the onbase movie theater on NAS Pensacola. this tiny, hot-as-hell room with a bunch of folding chairs set up. paid $2 to see Kill Bill, and it was preceded by the playing of the national anthem.
11) Favorite Robert Altman movie.
MASH.
12) Best argument for allowing rock stars to participate in the making of movies.
Dwight Yoakam in Sling Blade. Joe Strummer in Mystery Train.
13) Describe a transcendent moment in a film (a moment when you realized a film that just seemed routine or merely interesting before had become become something much more).
Casino. when Nicky (Joe Pesci) is doing a monologue when he's meeting some guys out in a cornfield...and it stops abruptly and him and his brother are beat viciously with baseball bats and buried alive. did not see it coming, and that whole scene stuck with me.
14) Gina Gershon or Jennifer Tilly?
Gershon.
15) Favorite Frank Capra movie.
Mr Smith Goes to Washington.
16) The scene you most wish you could have witnessed being filmed.
the police car pileup AND the final concert in the Blues Brothers.
17) Robert Ryan or Richard Widmark?
Robert Ryan.
18) Name a movie that inspired you to walk out before it was finished.
I paid my money, damn it. even if I'm hating it, I'm seeing the whole thing.
19) Favorite political movie.
All the King's Men
20) Your favorite movie poster/one-sheet, or the one you’d most like to own.
the original movie poster for Black Samurai or for another blaxploitation classic, Truck Turner.
21) Jeff Bridges or Jeff Goldblum?
Big Lebowski vs. Jurassic Park? Jeff Bridges.
22) Favorite Ken Russell movie.
Tommy. its the only one of his I've seen.
23) Accepting the conventional wisdom that 1970-1975 marked a golden age of American filmmaking in which artistic ambition and popular acceptance were not mutually exclusive, what for you was this golden age’s high point? (Could be a movie, a trend, the emergence of a star, whatever).
better soundtracks.
24) Grace Kelly or Ava Gardner?
Ava, most def.
25) With total disregard for whether it would ever actually be considered, even in this age of movie recycling, what film exists that you feel might actually warrant a sequel, or would produce a sequel you’d actually be interested in seeing?
I'd love to see another sequel to Mad Max. I just love that reality those three films created, and I feel it needs to keep on being explored. oh yeah, and while I'm at it, I also want to see a sequel to the Rocketeer, Pulp Fiction, and Roadhouse, please. |
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| I'll burn this motherfucker down...King Kong ain't got shit on me. |
[May. 30th, 2006|03:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | fuck you, Japanese films. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | watching Training Day, son. | ] |
went to a barbecue today at Jeremy's house. not too many people, which was good. we ate good (usual burgers/hot dogs fare).
as far as entertainment went, watched some biography on Jaleel White (Family Matters' Steve Urkel) with the closed captions on and the TV muted while some Iron Maiden (fuck yeah) was blasting. After that, the food was finally ready, and we chowed down. Then, after talking for a while, Jeremy insisted we watch the most fucked-up movie I have ever seen in my life: Audition. (IMDb page here) A bizarre, unassuming Japanese film with English subtitles. I won't describe the plot. I won't describe what is fucked up about it. If you want to know, watch it. I am serious. Fuck Saw or whatever movie your friends are saying is scary as fuck. This shit is the most.
After that was over, I headed home. Wanted to talk to Stephanie, but wasn't able to. The car ride seemed very, very long. Came in and watched Training Day, which is still going, to blast the memory of that other movie out of my head. Right now, I'm needing to hear Denzel yell "King Kong ain't got shit on me" so I can finally get a laugh.
Goodnight.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
you know the drill.
- Isaiah. |
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| Call Kid N Play. It's a Hearse Party, motherfucker. |
[May. 23rd, 2006|01:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | goodgoodgood. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Staple Singers. | ] |
best damned vacation ever.
yr very own JFK and JackieO.
Stephanie just came down for a week and some change. We hit up Athens, High Falls and downtown Macon. In Macon, we went to the Hay House, the Cannonball House, and the Harriet Tubman African American Museum for their wonderful, wonderful, wonderful exhibit on Blaxploitation Movie Posters.
I was superpsyched about that in particular.
On Thursday, Stephanie and I went to Savannah. Thursday we walked around, ate at the Outback (it was each of our's first time eating at one) and checked into our hotel room and slept.
Friday? Hit the town running. Walked 40 miles all over that town, made reservations at The Lady and Sons (Paula Dean's restaurant, she being of Food Network fame), and looked at the world's most ungodly expensive record store, Vintage Vinyl. Fuck you guys. $40 for a Meters album? $750 for a Buddy Holly that I've seen for $125? Pffffft.
Anyhow, after we looked around at vintage vinyl, we hauled ass to the hotel room to get all cleaned up (it was hot as fuckkk outside) and headed to The Lady and Sons for dinner:
Stephanie eating a dish known as "gooey butter cake".
the best damned peach cobbler in the whole wide world.
After a wonderful dinner there, we walked around some more until 10:45 pm and then we headed to River Street, pictured here in the daytime:
River Street at high noon. Hot as a mother, man.
and boarded a motherfuckin Hearse Tour. It is a tour of historic Savannah that drives all through the city and points out the more macabre of Savannah's lovely homes. And, best of all, it is in a hearse that has been customized to seat 8 in the dead body portion.
On our particular hearse tour, me and Stephanie had the pleasure of sharing a tour with Penny and Judy, two wonderfully drunk ladies who were 55 and 68, respectively. Judy in particular was a hoot. She kept yelling out "I need some Rolaids. Tell John (the hearse driver) to stop at a store and get me some Rolaids." After an hour into the tour, he stopped and she got off to go get some Rolaids...and came back with beer. Insanity ensued. Pictures below:
Me. With beer.
Us. Our beer is off-camera.
Me. With Penny (left) and Judy (center)...who stuck her tongue in my ear mid-shot. My smile turned into recoil, and this picture turned into awesome. Wish YOU were on a hearse tour, no?
All in all, we had an excellent time. There are more pictures if you click this link, man.
I'll update again tomorrow or so with more.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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[May. 18th, 2006|08:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | H-U-N-G-R-Y. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Motherfucking Spinners - "It's a Shame" | ] |
three things I know and am sharing in lieu of a real entry:
3. Isaac Hayes recording of "By the Time I Get to Phoenix" is one of the greatest tracks ever. Fucking mesmerizing for the first 2 minutes or so, and then fucking heartbreaking for the last minute and a half.
2. Having to get your oil changed is a damned hassle and a half, especially since oil prices have jumped through the roof. ack. Today I took the Grand Am (the GrnDa in Wu-talk) to Jiffy Lube before me and Stephanie hit the ground running for Savannah. I left with a headache, a much lighter wallet, and a new air filter.
1. Love is putting aside the Fritos (which you love more than any other chip) for Chili Cheese Pringles (which Stephanie loves, and I didn't like as much as I said I did - sorry, babe) to share on a relatively short road trip. The trip itself was alright, and she saw my rinkydink high school (Twiggs County Comprehensive Middle High School) and my even more rinkydink elementary school (Danville Elementary, which is about the size of the average Kinkos), because both were on the way. And now we're in Savannah, are about to go grab some fine dining, and are now the subject of a ton and a half of jealousy. Word.
Stephanie,
love you.
the rest,
Sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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| shoopitybopbop I wanna love you. shoobitybopbop Computer Love...fuck yeah. |
[May. 8th, 2006|10:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | A-Okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Zapp and Roger - "Computer Love" | ] |
oh man. T-I-R-E-D.
this morning, I got the truck stuck. After a valiant 30-minute effort at getting out, trying everything from digging to throwing tree branches in to get traction, I called the bossman who, in turn, contacted the wrecker service. While I was waiting for the wrecker to arrive from Warner Robins, I fell asleep. I was woken up by the crew who's porta-john I'd ventured out there to service. Three old black guys. And we four tried to get me out...but to no avail. So they left and I fell back asleep. Two hours later, the wrecker arrived and I was free and three hours behind schedule. FUN.
The rain held off for today. That created a rather nice day. The clouds were in the area deep, and they all but killed the sunlight...and the air was crisp and humid and slightly cool with a breeze. My kind of day. Fuck a heatwave.
It was my mother's birthday today. Happy brithday, Mom. My sister and I took her out to eat...kind of. The original idea was that we pay for our own food and split my mom's tab 50/50. But...this idea didn't work because Kelsey was broke, as per usual. So, I paid for everybody's on a credit card I should've cut up a long time ago and enjoyed a good meal. Beats the hell out of Slim Jims and pork rinds or whatever I usually dine on.
Last night, I swung by Adam's house to hand out with him. He wasn't there. So I hung out with Adam's roommate, Kenny. And he had bought a hand-held bug zapper. Essentially, it's a fly swatter with two-double-As in it that electrocutes/burns the fuck out of anything unfortunate enough to be flying around his porch light. Last night, we got drunk and played around with that thing (It hurts to get hit with one, damn it) after watching Monster...which, albeit a very good movie, didn't really sit that well with me. Oh well. The hand-held bug zapper was neat as fuck to play with...and I'll probably end up getting one before the week's out.
And, since it was something I'd made a New Year's resolution to do (among many other things long since forgotten), here goes a bit of something I wrote. Think it might be a good start to a country song. I don't know. Feel free to comment and tell me to break my pen and never write again.
love is for the insane and the lonely,
don't know, baby, which of those I'm about.
but maybe just maybe, you could show me...
give my a kiss or two and I swear I'll figure it out.
can't believe a smile's on this face of mine,
can't remember the last time I felt this good,
without getting fall-down drunk with a friend
or two from around the way who only call me "dude".
eh. there's more, but I'm still working on that, I suppose. I wrote this a couple of weeks ago when I was at work and my truck broke down in the Indian Mounds.
I used to write all the time, and I literally have notebooks full of songs/poems/etc but I'll be the first to admit that 98f it is garbage and (thankfully) will never see the light of day. Hell, I might get drunk on Thursday/Friday and torch the stuff just to ensure that.
but, in conclusion. Today was alright. Stephanie will be here this weekend (fuck yes), and, if I rustle up anything worth posting, I'll throw some more lyrics in another entry.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood. |
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| can you woo woo woo...can you woooooowoowoowoo... |
[May. 4th, 2006|09:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | pretty damned good. finally. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jeffrey Osbourne - "You Should Be Mine (the woo woo song)" | ] |
I haven't updated this thing in forever. I have been busy working long hours for little pay and saving what I can, watching movies both bad (one called Tuff Turf that I can't really find any info on that I found in a dollar bin) and good (the Usual Suspects, Casino, and Bullitt with Steve McQueen), and listening to whatever happens to be the random play on my Windows Media Player (I'm lying. All I've been listening to is Debbie Gibson). That sums it up, folks.
On a brighter note, Stephanie will be here in about 8 days, and I am psyched about that. I actually managed to get most of the time (save for one night when I have to work about 5 hours...) that she'll be here off from work. So it will be a vacation for both of us, and we've been throwing around quite a few ideas about what all to do. Not a one of them sound bad at all.
Other aspects of my life haven't been so hot. Apparently, something went down and now my parents aren't talking to each other and are contemplating divorce. Growing up, I was always the guy whose parents were still together. My friends all either had to bounce between their mom and their dad. That shook me a little (okay, a lot), because it always gave me faith in love and relationships to see them two squabble over something and then instantly turn around and be laughing and joking again. They've been through a ton together, and each thing seemed to make them stronger seperately and as a couple. And now that's all up in the air.
I'm planning to move sometime in June, after my two weeks of AT (the two weeks they tell you about in fine print) for the marines. It has been a great outlet for whatever ill feelings I might have to plan that out. Trust me, true believer, a job where you spend 10-12 hours a day driving through uncharted country terrain is not that great when you have something negative weighing on your mind. Especially if you are like me, wherein you think too much, overanalyze something to the point of making a mountain out of a molehill, and can't seem to just let your mind rest. It all points back to what my grandfather (my dad's dad) once told me, "Isaiah, worrying never does anything but give you gray hairs."
I've been thinking more and more about him, and about my grandpa (my mom's dad) lately. I didn't quite realize how heavy an influence they've had on my life until very recently. I might scan a picture of two and write an entry about nothing but them. That sounds like a good idea, actually. I might start on that later.
Drill weekend is this weekend. Time to waste the taxpayer's moneys by standing in formations and playing dominoes all day. However, I'm on the list for a dental exam this weekend, so that'll kill some time. Hopefully.
If you're still reading this, drop a line. I'll mail you a hero cookie and a notarized copy of your receiving the Ike Stamp of Approval. I've dusted that off and have adorned everything from HoneyNut Cheerios to cowboy boots with it.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
sincerely your's, your's, and yes...even your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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[Apr. 26th, 2006|09:04 pm] |
Man oh man oh man. what a day.
Today I:
- was stuck driving "Big Red" again. The 1986 International diesel gas-burning monstrosity that burns fuel faster than nobody's business, has 300,000 miles on it, and has no A/C or radio. AND the damned door handles do not open from the outside. So that means you have to keep the windows rolled down 24/7 or else get locked out of it every 5 seconds. That was especially bad because I...
- got rained on for five straight hours (when I got home, I literally wrung the water from my jeans and shirt).
- got stung by a fucking wasp on the side of my neck. and it stills hurts.
- gave Stephanie a call a little too early in the morning, woke her up, and probably had her pissed off at me the rest of the day.
- had my phone blow up with two blasts from the past. Selena, a girl I was friends with all throughout high school who I haven't seen in years. She had run into Adam last week and got my number from him. It was nice to talk to her for a while. We made tentative plans to hang out 'sometime', but probably never will. and Jenny Song, the Air Force chick I used to hang out with when I was stationed in Pensacola. THAT was a surprise. It turns out she's been living the high life while stationed in Germany, but her orders are up and she's going to be receiving orders to the Warner Robins Air Force base, about twenty minutes from here, in a month or so. If I'm still here, it'd be nice to hang out and catch up. So, yeah, that really helped the day pass by a tad-bit quicker.
- am now feeling sickish from having to work in the rain all day. Will probably pick something up tomorrow for my then-fullblown illness. Fuck yeah.
well, I'm going to go grub on some dinner.
Stephanie,
I love you.
(see you in 2.5 weeks, babe.)
The rest,
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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| train, train...carry me on out of this town... |
[Apr. 26th, 2006|12:40 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | getting sleepy, G. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | humming some appropriate Blackfoot, man. | ] |
Today I was driving along, making the rounds, headed on back to the lot. I got to make a left turn, crossing over some railroad tracks. I wait a coupla seconds, see the lights green and no cars coming up for a second or two...so I make the turn. And the damned railroad barricades start lowering...and there's traffic coming...and I am in their lane, alarmed by the sudden train signal.
so I go forward, choosing to take my chances with the train barricade arm...and I hear BAMMM as I drive under it. I pull off to the side immediately after...and there's no damage to the porta-john I was carrying, or to the truck itself. and nobody was in a fenderbender because of me...so I went on back to the lot.
a couple of hours pass, and I step out of the shower (easily one of my favorite parts of the day), and I hear my phone ringing...and it's the owner of the business, Mr. Abney...and he is telling me "what the fuck...why do I have the police calling me looking for you?" and an ass-chewing later, I'm on my way to the police department.
it turns out that the railroad arm had broken off completely upon hitting the portajohn. ...the cheap-ass plastic porta-john was not damaged. but the supposedly-rough-n-ready railroad barricade arm was fucked up. I did not know this.
and I did not know that that qualifies as "leaving the scene of an accident."
luckily, the cop knew my boss "from the old days", so he worked out the paperwork to where I can sleep a little better...he wrote it up as a "no fault" accident since I drove all the way there from Twiggs County (45 minutes or so) and was upfront and honest with him. and, to make matters even more joyous, I get to keep my job. ...but now I'm working on Sunday.
oh well.
PS. 18 days or so until Stephanie is here. can't hardly wait, man.
PPS. Fuck the following railroads: Georgia Union, Union Pacific, R N R, Short Line, and the Reading Rainbow. that is all. |
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| "Fuck Yeah" or "Fuck You". The Hottest Game Show to Hit LJ Ever. |
[Apr. 25th, 2006|12:08 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Fuck Yeah. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | klickity-klackity-klickity | ] |
Stephanie will be here in 19 days. wrangled a week off for it. psyched about that. so I'm going to tack that up on the "Fuck Yeah" board.
Long work day tomorrow, with a slight chance of rain I hear. that most definitely goes on the "Fuck You" board, under the "Life" heading.
Just got started watching Bullitt, starring Steve McQueen, for the umpteenth time in my life. As always, that's a big "Fuck Yeah", buddy.
Barbecue/potluck on Sunday was nice. We threw knives, drank homemade beer, and ate like kings. If you guessed "Fuck Yeah", give yourself a pat on the back.
so, with a tally of three "Fuck Yeah"s to only one "Fuck You"...I suppose I'm doing pretty good now and can't complain. and since I can't complain, unfortunately, I'm out of stuff to say. Although, before I leave, I will point out that I am a habitual offender of attempting to write/talk/pantomime when I was out of something to say to begin with. As witnessed by that last sentence.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2006|04:23 am] |
recently shanghaied from Jimi.
reply to this by posting a picture of yourself in the comments, and then post this sentence in your own journal. |
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| To tell her that I love her...I want her...My soul and body need her. |
[Apr. 21st, 2006|12:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | A-Okay. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Stevie Wonder - "That Girl" | ] |
today in one of the units I had to clean, after I had pumped all of the water and stuff out, I found a turtle at the the bottoms of one of the tanks. It was still moving, which was good. But it was covered in shit and the blue dye we use, and it looked kind of miserable. I washed it off with the truck's faucet, and I brought him in the truck with me, and dropped him off at Big Creek. Tossed him in, and he swam off, probably delighted to be free. I want to find the asshole that threw him in there, and knock his fucking block off. I haven't been this pissed in a while.
on a lighter note, this afternoon I had to go to Statham Halls Country Club and Gated Community to clean up a couple of units. I was driving around, parallel to the golf course, and I see these three Polo-wearing guys playing golf, and they appear to be my age. Well, I couldn't resist. I saw one of them raise his club up and I waited until right as he started to swing and I tapped the horn a couple of times. Sure enough, he swung wild and almost hit one of his friends. I laughed for three miles.
Jimi is planning a barbecue this Sunday. I am looking forward to going. Haven't really been out for a coupla weeks now. Trying to save the dough, ya heard. So it'll be fun to see the gang again, and try J's homemade beer. I might even bring coleslaw - with apples and raisins in it. Yum.
and, finally, I talked to Stephanie again while making the rounds. I'll be damned if that doesn't make the day go by one hell of a lot faster and smoother. That girl thinks that she's so fine, that soon she'll have my mind. That girl thinks that she's so smart, that soon she'll have my heart. Throw some womp-womp-womp keyboard in there, cause maybe you can tell I've got this song on the brain. Magic 100.1 plays it at least once an hour. Even more than Q106 plays "Sweet Home Alabama". And you Maconites KNOW how Q106 loves playing that goddamned Skynyrd song.
Good night.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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| and the words of love I speak to you will echo in my mind... |
[Apr. 18th, 2006|08:47 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Stevie Wonder - "I Believe (When I Fall in Love with you..)" | ] |
Play that piano, Fingertips. Man, I love this song. It repeats the chorus for a full three minutes at the end...but it is an excellent chorus...so no one minds. Before shifting tempo/beat/key and going into that wonky "Come on! Let's fall in love!" with the womp-womp-womp keyboard sound he had in 90% of his songs.
Anyhow, this is a picture of me after I got off of work today. note that one of my arms (the one that gets the most window-time while driving) is noticeably darker than the other.
I got hit on by a 40something Asian woman today. I'd stopped at a gas station to get a Mt Dew (golden fuel of the gods, you know), and I got out to the truck and realized I'd accidentally grabbed a Diet Mt Dew. So I walked back inside to exchange it, said "Excuse me, miss, I didn't mean to grab this one. Mind if I exchange it for a regular?" and the rest followed exactly like this:
WOMAN: "yeah. I wondered why you pick that. You don't need diet. You're foxy."
ME: "excuse me?"
WOMAN: "Foxey. Like Fox."
ME: "thank you. have a nice day."
that was an odd way to start the day, but I got a laugh out of it when I told the bossman about it. He then said "I should've told you that Porta-john cleaners get all the play." To which I replied, "...but I don't want any more play. Got exactly the play I want now."
Beyond the awkward start, today was another good day. Talked to Stephanie while I was doing my route for a little bit. I was ahead of schedule before I called her, and well behind after my phone died...but it was well worth it.
Well. I'm starving. I think I can hear a sandwich calling my name.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
Sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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| If...only you knew...how much I...do love youuuu. |
[Apr. 18th, 2006|12:56 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | feel like the first time. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Patti Fucking Labelle, ladies and gents. | ] |
well, Life is going alright now.
this morning, while en route during work, I turned off the radio just as Lenny Williams was about to start singing the most heartbreaking love song ever, "Because I Love You." I talked myself out of this stupid depression kind of thing I'd been feeling. Over the next several miles, I just logically and reasonably argued within myself until, eventually somewhere around Cochran, I came to the realization that I was (and am, unfortunately) a foolish and insecure guy at times. And that most of what was causing that was me just thinking too much or putting too much emphasis on trivial things. "mountain out of a molehill" sort of situation.
so, I'm feeling better. which is good. that was getting exhausting.
Stephanie's going to be coming down May 12th - 21st. and, hopefully, while she's down we'll work out the details about my moving up there soon (I'm shooting for June/July). And I can not wait. I feel like testifying people. That girl is the best thing to ever happen to me. We can talk about damned near anything (except for the Fabulous Thunderbirds), she is smart, sassy, independent, and beautiful as anything to ever warrant the use of that word. And to think. I was about to let a couple of sad old soul songs and a random comment or two throw all of this into disarray. Man. Brother, hit me on the head a coupla times and try to knock some sense into me, please.
so. now that I've reached the end of what all I felt I needed to say...
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
Sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood
PS. On my route today I was flipped off by an old man on a moped. He was wearing khakis, a green short-sleeve polo shirt, and he had a HUGE helmet...like Rick Moranis in Spaceballs. I was in Statham Halls, a rich-as-fuck golf course, country club, gated community, and I was driving slowwwwww to just look around and try to find where I was supposed to go. I stopped in the middle of the street to look at a mailbox number, and all of a sudden I hear puttputtputtputtputtputtputt and this old guy comes Moped-ing ass around me, and flips me off as he drives by. I must have laughed for ten minutes.
PPS. "She's Got Papers" by Richard 'Dimples' Fields feat. Betty Wright. check this out, man. That, and "If Only You Knew" by Patti Labelle....that has got to be the saddest, sappiest, tear-jerker song ever recorded. Damn it, Patti, I didn't need Magic 100.1 playing that when it was about 90 degrees outside, a 12 hour work day, and I was already feeling lowdown. But I still like the song...check it. |
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| Take my hand...we'll live in love forever, yeah. |
[Apr. 15th, 2006|02:24 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | I honestly don't know. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Commodores - "Just to Be Close to You." | ] |
have to work tomorrow.
mildly drunk right now.
Listening to Magic 100.1 has finally taken its toll, I suppose. If you're already exhausted, worn-out, tired, and thinking of the one you love allll damned day long...then listening to old and somewhat-depressing soul music is definitely not the cure.
In other words, if I hear "Just to Be Close to You" one more time, I'm very likely apt to run my truck into oncoming traffic.
Scott is down in Macon this weekend. Haven't hung out with him in forever, so he convinced me to go up to High Spades (a hole in the wall) because they had karaoke tonight. Got drunk and sang "Sweet Caroline" (the Bobby Womack version to the Neil Diamond music, dig?) and got some applause that wasn't pity claps. Then me and Johnnyboy head over to Jon and Stephen's house and tried to wake Jon up...but he was passed out. So we drank more over there, while we waited for Stephen to show up. Stephen never showed up and I left. and I'm here, finishing this entry up. And...I have to work tomorrow.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
you know the drill,
Isaiah L. Wood
PS. "Just to be close to you, girllllll....Just for a moment, baby....Just for an hour..."
PPS. Fuck you, Lionel Richie. |
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| I've got a love jones/ for your body and your skin tone/ 5 minutes alone and I'm already on the bone |
[Apr. 12th, 2006|12:00 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | eh. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Method Man - "All I Need" | ] |
Since the last update, I:
1) had to go clean 11 units out at a Renaissance Fair. Kicked over a trash can and yelled "that is what this is for" in reply to a grown man in a purple Merlin costume asking me "why arst thou not taking the refuse with?" In other words, he asked me why I was slinging the trash I found in the unit (articles of clothing, coke cans, etc) into the walkways instead of taking them with me. And I wasn't having too good a day, so I told him. I also had the privelege of reminding a woman that in the actual Renaissance, there did not exist any magical portable toilets. Using that point of logic, I told her to please speak to me in 21st century slang-ridden English, please.
Big fun on a Saturday when it was already pouring rain.
2) talked about opening a flea market/antique mall with Stephanie. I know I'm a geek for it, but I am genuinely loving this idea. I'm thankful to be talking more and more to her these days, and to finally have a concrete/feasible way of providing a remedy to our distance problem. Man. That girl makes the worst of days seem like the best I've ever had, I'll have you know.
3) have listened to 22 hours of Magic 100.1, Macon's premier station for "classic soul hits of the 60s, 70s, and yes, even the 80s" since the start of yesterday morning. And seeing as how I only listen to that station while I'm working...that means that, yeah. I'm taking care of business.
4) applied for part-time work at Krogers to make some extra scratch and keep busy to keep from spending said scratch.
5) have managed to consistently feel a tiring mix of perfectly alright and not very good at all. Hard to explain. But it only hurries up the exhaustion of loading, unloading, and cleaning port-a-johns all damned day.
6) written this update.
and with that, I am going to sleep. Nothing has sounded that good all day.
Stephanie,
I love you.
The rest,
sincerely your's, your's, and your's,
Isaiah L. Wood |
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