Totally. Good troll on whiny people who insist on beating a dead horse almost eight years after he was relevant. Don't get me wrong, he was a **** president, but who really cares anymore?

It also helps that it's actually a pretty good picture of him.

I'm really confused

I thought that was the whole point?

Helped some really good friends move some of their stuff out, and went out for sushi with them. They're moving back the the US here in a bit over a week, and then after about a year, Thailand. It's sad to have to say goodbye, but hey, now I have a good excuse to visit Bangkok, which I've always wanted to do!

Remember when I felt terrible about cheating on my girl and took some of my anger out on Hermione (apologies for that by the way)? Yeah well she cheated on me too. Posted a picture of her on instagram kissing some dude. Classy broad this one is. I don't know what to feel right now. I'm not gonna be a hypocrite since I cheated on her, yet I feel a strange anger building in me. This relationship is going to end, regardless.

Literally been in this same situation except replace Instagram with Facebook, lmaoooo I think we were already on a break or something and he posted some chummy ass pics with this girl he dated before me that he claimed to be his best friend (hoe plz) so I convinced my (male) best friend to take some jealousy inducing pictures... well they were supposed to just be him kissing me on the cheek but....

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Unfortunately it backfired on me and I ended up dating this dude and finding out what a scuzzbag he really was. And him and my other ex call each other "the Rat" and "Lord Voldemort" respectively.They also wanted to cage fight each other to the death or something a while ago.

I feel for you though being cheated on is rough, I found out after the guy I cheated on (and would go on to cheat on several more times....) did the exact same thing, even had another girl he called by a bird name the plebe little fucker...Which is ****ed up because he freaked out when he found about the things I did ( I told him because I wanted him to "trust me") and blamed our break up on me and my drug habits but it's just funny cause I started using heavy to pretend I loved him at the end of our relationship, I think I inherently knew we'd reached the point of no return but I was too afraid of him to leave. So I suggest ending your relationship now instead of trying to keep it up. Don't end up in the same position I was.

i spent time indoors during the morning and past noon, i took the bicicle of my girl friend , she did repairs on it and for who knows what reason took the gear shift off, and let only the little arm that holds the extra chain gear for the shifts...

i dont know if i peddaled too hard or what but i ended up pulling the little arm into the wheel and it got screwed up-

i walked in 36 degree weather looking for a bike repair shop, i asked a guy that was crossing the street and he said there where no bike shops but he was a mechanic and he asked me to wait while he got a beer from the store.

afterwards we spent time trying to figure out what we could do about the arm in the wheel, he told me he was from south america "honduras", he asked me about my job and i told him that i was a juggler, that i waited until 7 pm and i played with a devil stick he laught and aske me to show him, so i did, he told me to not get focus one thing only, to always find new ways to get by ...

afterwards i got to a stop light where i saw "pandrax" (another fire juggler), he showed me a peyote tatto that he is drawing in his knee, then asked me if he could borrow the bike to buy gasoline, so i did and he hadnt left for 5 minutes when he came back with the broken chain in one hand.

he whent for gass either way, on the way back he gave me my gas and brought a joint with him.

i played for 3 hours, afterwards i used the bicicle like a scooter with one foot on the pedal and the other pushing on the floor to gain speed, whent to buy cereal, milk, 3 apples, and a cookie called "barritas".

i came back home and took a shower to take the black marks on my skiin from the stick end.

wondered about life and death, happines and how to use the buddhas teachings to accept my inpermanence, and dance like an aztec warrior in the streets, not afraid.

my back hurts soi get back at yoga, discovering new things about muscles and the spinal disks and how to get stuff back in place. i have a cel phn i dont know the number to so i use it as a directory only, and as a handy flash light since its a basic little brick nokia.

i have to fix that chain, and i have to start doing more time at the stop light, gotta get the new tricks flowing so i can just play in daylight.

so im watching this video
talento callejero - YouTube to try to get some of "copy´s" tricks into my rutine.

i think ill sleep in a while, but before ill drink plenty of water.

looking at the wall and seeing beautiful vibrating colors that form the basic building blocks for creation, like a big enigma that is already understood but seems so unexplainable.

vibrating in truth and waves of love and music ill pray to make peace for this humanity.

i also made this video of photos of a peace walk i was, in memory of our friend and teacher flecha dorada, son of tata kashora an 99 year old medicine man that lives in tecate.


VIsita al desemboque - YouTube

i get by fine, in a diferent city thats build on a desert, thats border to calexico.

everywhere is the same thing, diferent ways of people that try to live together while some only ask for money, other juggle, others are just streetwise and go pass that fine line of legal ilegal, all diferent kind of junkys i interact with, and i speak to all the same way, no matter what drug the use, they are still people and im always looking to speak from the hearth.

feeling as one i walk trough getthos, contaminated streets, fancy places, and interesting peoples houses.

its all the same and the more insight one has on life the more dimentions one can grasp, making everything interconected and easy going.

i have to get back to music soon, i sometimes wonder if i could get a delay pedal or something to make loops with i could earn a living playing in the streets ( with the apropiate aproach)

https://soundcloud.com/afro-blue

this is the music i make so far.

i want a guitar to play music again and make this world a better place.

Shut the front door....See, now all that panic and grief was worth nothing... I told you... just remember how you felt when you felt like you really thought you had hurt her...and try never to hurt someone you love again. You completely learned from your experience... and my hat goes off to you

Good advice, it's just weird cause I wasn't expecting her to do this at all. Well, whatever. If my brother taught me anything, it's that I should never get too attached to a female cause when it eventually ends, it'll be easier to cope with. I fucking hate girls anyways.
Thanks Roxy. This was an eye-opening experience, and it further goes to prove that some girls are slutty. Not you two though :D

As much as I'm an asshole and a weirdo, I at least know to respect women when they don't want to dance with you. There were some mad sketchy characters last night grabbing women by their waist while they are trying to dance/move away. It seemed bordering on rapey.