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| Friday, September 25th, 2009 | | 1:05 am |
I Found Her...
Methinks I found a someone special. Things are moving wierdly fast. More due to logistics than emotions. This is a candle I don't want burned at both ends. | | Monday, September 21st, 2009 | | 10:14 pm |
Optimism The optimist in me says that the best part of having demons is that it helps me recognize an angel when I see her. | | Thursday, September 3rd, 2009 | | 6:15 pm |
Hmmm... That Tickles
And I don't think in a good way. Well, at least in an unfamiliar way. You ever have those moments in life where everything goes still? Like the universe has paused to inhale deeply. This is happenning to me of late and i don't know what to make of it. Is the universe prepared to breathe life into my lungs if I suffocate under my own schedule? Or is it preparing to breathe the fire of death upon me? I really don't know, but something is up. there is something I am supposed to do or not do. Which I knew what... or who... or why. Methinks it's almost 'go time.' | | Tuesday, September 1st, 2009 | | 11:16 pm |
| | Monday, August 31st, 2009 | | 4:33 pm |
Apparently The Universe Was Having A Slow Day
So. I was chatting with this woman before Sunday's drinking cannon. It got surprisingly deep, surprisingly quick. She's feeling stress. She's running a booth at fest, single mom, going to school, and not impressed with her live-in kinda boyfriend (child's father.) She was asking a lot of questions and seemed rather melancholy about her life. I applauded her schooling, and her business work. I also praised her for being a good mom, as far as I know. Not knowing her bf, I would not comment on that other than to say that at some point, the Universe will give you a signal of where you should be headed. Keep your eyes openned for that. With that we began our pre-drink cannon walk from my main booth to my second booth and her booth nearby. Well, just then, there was a glimmer on the ground in front of us. I noticed it and picked it up. And there was a Rainbow Quarts heart. All I could muster was a 'Huh. That's spooky.' We made light of it and went about our walk to my other booth and off to hers. And that bring me to the dating thing. I have my eye on a couple amazingly cute, amazingly talented and/or hard working young ladies. I have chatted them up a bit, hoping to express my interest subtly. I sure hope something develops out of that. At fest you never know. You see peeps with MOS's all day and wonder of their situation. Meh. If they like me, they know where to find me. I am not a pushy kind of guy. | | Thursday, July 30th, 2009 | | 9:39 am |
Glad To Be Wrong
Not nearly as sore as I thought I would be. I wonder if it had to do with the new stretch I did or that I ran 1/4 of a lap backwards... Maybe both? The other possibility is that I am shaping up again... Naw. Not yet. | | Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 | | 6:31 pm |
| | Tuesday, July 28th, 2009 | | 5:06 pm |
When Did I Become The Woman?
Get this: I had a date on Friday. It was a first chance to meet one-on-one, instead of with friends. So I wasn't going into it too serious, ya know? Today I get an email saying that she was really interested in me, but that I kept rebuffing her advances. Now she does not want to see me again in 'that way.' Seeking clarification, I asked her a couple questions. Apparently she was looking for some loving and is 'irrepairably hurt' that I spurned her. Ummm... First off, I don't do that on the first few dates. Secondly, I totally didn't get that she was being anything more than flirty or I would have let her know immediately and maybe save her some pain. Thirdly, since when did women want sex on the first date? And since I didn't want it, does that now make me the woman? I so confused. What am I missing, besides a pair? | | Monday, June 29th, 2009 | | 9:24 pm |
It's Not Fair...
Have you ever had the beginnings of feelings for someone, but could not investigate them because the object of your attention is already involved? Unfortunate, but a part of life, I suppose. | | Sunday, June 21st, 2009 | | 3:23 pm |
The Morning After...
Last night was Brad's wedding. It was a nice time. I managed to get in a lot of socializing. A LOT of socializing. This morning, as I woke, I noticed: My bed is all tore asunder. I have butterflies in my tummy. The sun seems brighter. The breeze seems warmer. The birds seem louder. The squirrels seem busier. And I know why! I has hangover. | | Wednesday, June 10th, 2009 | | 9:08 pm |
Second Verse Same As The First... Now tomorrow, grandma has lung cancer surgery. And we're trying to get grandpa to go down a floor and have his pneumonia checked out. It's not getting any better.
Let this shit be a lesson to ALL smokers. Mother, gandmother, grandfather... All smokers. All had/have cancer. One has pneumonia. One had a massive aneurysm.
If you or anyone you know still smokes, time to knock the childish shit off and quit already. Nobody looks cool with those scars and those bills. Sorry to be harsh. I'm harsh because I care.... damnit. | | Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009 | | 7:12 pm |
This Is What Happens When You Lie
My 'non-smoking' grandma goes in for lung cancer surgery next week. The same cancer that my smoking mother just had this winter. Both of them tried to tell me that this cancer is not from smoking. It is from living near the river. 'Their doctors even said so!' Never lie to me. You won't like what happens. (Fun lies are different. I'm talking real life lies with intent to deceive for personal gain or to save personal face.) | | Saturday, May 30th, 2009 | | 9:22 pm |
Truth Serum...
Turns out that when I have had a few drinks, I am remarkably truthful and willing to tell people how I feel. This has its ups and downs... | | Monday, May 25th, 2009 | | 2:24 pm |
And So It Begins...
The Primerica recruiters have made it to MySpace... Flag them for spam immediately. | | Thursday, May 21st, 2009 | | 5:09 pm |
36 Grains Of Pain...
It turns out that a .22LR 36 grain with a MV of 1260 FPS will go thru 1.5 @ 2 x 6 treated pine boards at a range of 10 feet. I had no idea... This changes things. | | Wednesday, May 20th, 2009 | | 6:02 pm |
Getting There
After a week of eating a little healthier and running the lake a couple times, I have lost the fast 3#. I want to lose 3-5# more so I can get under my 185# nominal weight. Soon, the weights will be in full use. Ladies don't like a fella with a wiggle in the middle, ya know! | | Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 | | 6:53 pm |
The Duck That Didn't
I'm on the phone with a friend, just yapping about his crazy soon-to-be-ex-wife. I look out the window and I see a duck. It's just walking up the street like he totally belongs. It takes a left-ish turn up my driveway and walks under my truck. Odd, right? As it is 'exiting' the undercarriage of my truck, it hits its head on my running bar! I mean... It's a duck. It should know how to... duck. It just shakes its head and keeps a walking. It goes into my neighbor's yard and walks between out houses to her back yard. Then it just sits. Like it is supposed to be there. 5 minutes later, my cat starts screaming. I go to the back room and the cat & duck are eyeballing each other thru the window and trading words. They didn't sound like harsh words, but still. If shit like this didn't happen to me all the time, I would wonder. That I am not surprised makes me wonder... | | Saturday, May 9th, 2009 | | 11:34 am |
Dear Deer, The convention is that when passing people who are running around the lake, you should do so on their left side.
Thank you, Biped | | Friday, May 8th, 2009 | | 5:25 pm |
Drinking & Baking
Baking cookies and drinking beer. Life is good. Wish it would rain already. Either do or don't. I can water if need be, but stop teasing me! Yes. Those are the worst of my problems lately. We'll see how the remodel goes... | | Thursday, April 23rd, 2009 | | 6:00 pm |
I Have Been Called Worse
At the moment I am deckless and awaiting a major facelift while I concentrate on making my (wine) bunker. |
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