DANNY ERA, A.D.

rockinwiththebast:

mkzsupreme:

Just to look at her act like:

Then watch the dude sit there like:

LMAO!!

Reblogged from Samantha’s….

I would totally do that if I had enough balls!  See their happy face, and then their disappointments….

That gif of Simon is either him realizing the act he is judging is horrendously bad, or shockingly good.  I wonder which?

(via misssammypoo)

Is this what progress is all about?

Constantly stressing over the present, and worrying about the future?  Thinking about what’s to do, and stressing on how to get it done?  What are you missing out on if you do (not) do it?

The multitudes of possible future for me is certainly keeping me on my edge for the past weeks.

My earwax is producing at a higher rate again.

I found a draft of a blog post that I wanted to post, probably 8 months ago.

It was entitled Evangaline.

I believe it was decently written…up to the point where I stopped writing.  Unfortunately, I do not have the prose, nor the story in my head anymore.

The greatness within the poem is that it can still represent many things.

Is a great poem, vague, yet powerful?

Or is a great poem, communicative, yet explosive?

I have been unfortunate enough to encounter many bad people over the last years.  Oh, I wouldn’t specifically point them out, but may I point to name starting with L?

For the longest time, I believed people are squared in the middle.  It turns out I am merely squared in my head.  I had tried to play on the field using my fantastical rules.

It didn’t turn out great.

Fortunately, I have been blessed enough to meet some truly extraordinary people.  Of highest mention, is my dear Trisha.  In the time, when my problems were radiating, no one would deal with me.  She is the sole person that would.  And I have the utmost admiration, respect, love, and sheer joy forever-more to that reason.

Still on my back up, a comeback, you can call it.  My plans to achieve happiness and satisfaction have been altered so tremendously in the last few years, that it had became a completely new plan altogether.

No longer am I the strong-headed kid who wanted to become a computer GUI designer.  No longer am I the person who once wanted to go into the law and health fields.

The kid’s mind in me exists still, alive, as a heart nowadays.  I’m starting to pay attention to how my heart directs my life.  Yes, it’s not as easy.  But, I learn that following your kid’s ambitions can fulfill child fantasies, in ways I had never imagined.  A person’s heart is the core of the innocent, unhindered child’s ambitions and drive.

It seems the light of this world is a bit hard to find, as it is often overshadowed by bigger, darker clouds.  When you do find the light, by golly, that warmth will very much overcome the disparity of the past.

Tumbling stopped for a long time.

I notice, that still, I feel like my blog is semi-fresh, albeit without personified daily commotions.

Well, let this mark as a return.  The last few days’ posts should serve as proof.

This is general.  There needs no translation.

Circumstances caused me to dig, dig, oh, ferociously dig like a dog.  Like a dog, you don’t realize the ferociousness of it.  Then, you stand up, and stare at the hole.

Wow.

Unlike a dog, I have to fix that hole.

Finally, I feel like my ability to fix that hole is within reach.  Patch it, cover it, fill it, give it rebirth.  In fact, plant seeds for a tree to grow.

It’s hard, since the mounds of dirt is sitting there waiting for me to touch, daring me ever so slightly.

Let me start.

I cannot let others trip and fall into the hole.  My loved ones cannot fall.

Happy birthday Trisha!

*Mooch*

oh, yea, and sistah, and Samantha.

I remember, a time when, I seemed to have all the time in the world.

Now, it seems like I have none.

The competitive landscape had been thrust into my face within the last 6 years.

I was wholly unprepared, but now I know.

Knowledge shall lead me to conquer my past, present, and future.