Nothing to Dew. Except Mountain Dew.. Yeah....

I am home, at 2:00 in the after noon!! on a week day, What is wrong with this picture? maybe alot, maybe nothin.. OR maybe!! DEW!!! Ah hahaha!! I was once a small boy.... anyways. enough about my past.. what about yours? I think I need to fing a good woman? huh? Uh, no... i think I'm good. What about you guys, are you good, or do you think that you need a individual of (hopfully) the oppisite gender, in order to feel satisfied. you suck!! just kiddin' but there is not a whole lot of point in revolving ones life around that lone point. anyways i have said my peice.

Same Dew/New View

I am writting this to you so that you can come to America to visit me. Since it is as if I live in a different country. but I don't, but it feels like I do, even though I don't... yeahhh.... anho(also written 'anyhow') It is my firm beliefe that I am getting corple-tunnel in my thumbs for some reason I do not know... I feel like complete crap today...(just for the record...) I am james. what is my name? I can run. can you run? spot has a ball. the ball is red. it is a big red ball.
OH! Sorry guys, I got sidtracked in to my reading lesson.. my bad. Ooooooh, life. There's not quite anything like it. gosh I am gonna friggin barf any minute. but what ever...
I am at Calyns house but she is not here. she is at school. but her mom is here, and so I have been reading my old blog posts to her cause she has decided(like most of you) that reading my blog is not important nor a good use of your time, so you quite like a couple months ago... but yeah whatever, i have gotta go.. in more ways than one.. :-) peace out my homie-G-fug master-flex-3000.....

Everything is Dust in the Wind

Well well, it has been some time since my last post... Yeah.. hears Calyn, cause I don't know...

"hears?" This is gonna kill me.... What are we writing about James?
James: James is hungry. He's going to eat a slice of cheese.
Calyn: This has turned into an interview
James: Fine by me, as long as I get my cheese.
Calyn: So, James Morrow, Secretary General of the United Nations, how is the UN running right now?
James: Well, we ain't chargin' a freakin' $3.60 a gallon for gas, that's for sure.
Calyn: Did you fill up today?
James: Heck, no! I put thirty bones in, on, let's see, when was it? Uh, on Tuesday. It only put me up to 3/4 of a tank.
Calyn: Are you serious?
James: Yeah, man. It's about 44 bucks to top 'er off. And that's unleaded. She's s'posed to run on premium. Don't you ever get tired typing these things?
Calyn: Not really.
James: Cool. I couldn't do it. I'd just get sick of writing the other person's name.
Calyn: Okay, we'll shorten it.
J: Excellent. Even though, that's probably not easier for you, it makes me feel better. Bailey's getting old. (*phone ringing) You gonna answer that?
C: Hello? (phone conversation proceeds)
J: Kenley's not answering his phone. He always answers his phone, but not for me. I called him like, 3 times and he never answered.
C: Meh.
J: Meh being, in this context, a strong dislike for Kenley?
C: I'm going to choose to remain silent on that. Where should we go to eat tonight?
J: I don't know, are you asking me out on a date?
C: That depends. Kenley's going, so I don't know if it'd be the best time for our first date, James.
J: Dang it.
C: You can take Kenley on a date...
J: (laughing) Are you gonna be the chaperone?
C: I could do that for a small fee.
J: A small fee? Like what?
C: Just support for Lori for one month. But you could have Kenley pay it, it depends on who you think is the girl in the relationship.
J: I could do that [be the girl]. "For a small fee".
C: A small fee? Like what?
J: Support for me for one month.
C: So, basically, Kenley's gonna fork out somewhere along the lines of $1400.
J: Yeah, that sounds about right. You know, it doesn't matter what temperature the room is; it's always room temperature.
C: That's right. You're very wise, James. What do you attribute your great wisdom to?
J: My mother.
C: Awww. that's sweet.

C: Okay, peoples, that's all we got for tonight. Kenley will be here soon, and we want to destroy all evidence that we were talking about him.
J: Remember, "I am beautiful, no matter what they say. Words can't bring me down." Cash might.
C: Can I write "arrivederci"?
J: Only if you spell it my way.
C: Jenna's not gonna like this.
J: I don't care. You're the Italian lover.
C: You know, I don't even really like Italian all that much, I just love the movie "Life is Beautiful" which is why I say it.
J: 'tis a good movie.
C: It's a great movie. Todd needs to watch it. So.... arrivAderci!