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The Chewy Cheek
Thursday, 14 August 2008
off the beaten path
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: 69.9 WBALLS-FM Ko PanYang
Topic: Traffic

So I thought today would be a normal day, which,  I suppose it is. How would you define a normal day? I don't know either, but mine started out with the interstate being shut down at 72nd. OK, easy enough. Take 4-80 downtown and follow the north loop instead of I-80 West. Nope. How about picking the wrong lane, fighting worse traffic, and taking Dodge from downtown all the way to 90th? Sure I can do that.

That I did. Unfortunately I was too distracted to notice anyone picking their nose, putting on eyeliner or falling asleep in their MJ Java cup.

  -tcc


Posted by thechewycheek at 11:00 AM CDT
Updated: Thursday, 14 August 2008 11:32 AM CDT
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Wednesday, 1 August 2007
Diary of an addict, 1 August 2007
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Bad Religion-Against The Grain
Topic: Spoken Word
A large body of water sits still. The reflection of the stars, moon, and rugged mountainside cliffs wade with the delicate sound of olive trees swaying in the background. One single branch gives a slight tease and one leaf falls and is swept away, twisting and turning. Almost on queue, the water reaches out and grabs hold of it but it refuses to be taken under. It is not there to be taken down. If only for a little while it can stare up at the night sky and float so graciously that it could forget, just for a little while...and not face the fact that it will soon be overwhelmed with the dark, deep, inevitable. Oh how a single leaf ripples a still body; a shockwave of perfect chaos on a peaceful demon of the unknown. A tragic romance between a warm, able surface and a cold, dead fear yet the pulse of this violent culprit sits perched. It knows not of it's capability. Without warning a gentle breeze intervenes and lifts the leaf, ripping it from the surface like a hawk and a rodent. What was a short-lived congestion of energy breaks apart just like that. It just goes with the flow and takes what is handed to it. 

Posted by thechewycheek at 9:24 AM CDT
Updated: Monday, 18 August 2008 9:31 AM CDT
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Thursday, 26 July 2007
Diary of an addict, 26 July 2007
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Bad Religion-Against the Grain
Topic: Spoken Word
Insane: Doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results. 
 The odd fact about life is that there are too few hours in the day and far too many distractions that keep you occupied. Unfortunately in my case, there aren't enough hours in the day, I avoid all distractions, and the day is perfectly long enough to do something terribly stupid. Rather than finding a way out of the sandbox, I like to sit there, covered in sand and cry until someone picks me up by my arms and drags me out. In a way I'm waiting for someone to come give me a heave or a ho, but there's something to be said about feeling sorry for yourself. I always find that fabricated, self-gratification is second to none, especially when the sand is hot and there is no one around to look at me. Why fight it, if only for a moment it makes me feel good? If you see me stuck in the sand, just leave me there. Maybe I'll learn the hard way when my head starts to hurt and I get up the courage to see life outside of the sandbox.

Posted by thechewycheek at 9:26 AM CDT
Updated: Monday, 18 August 2008 9:31 AM CDT
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Wednesday, 25 July 2007
Diary of an addict, 25 July 2007
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Bad Religion-Against The Grain
Topic: Spoken Word
When I woke up this morning, I found the light peaking through the blinds in my window, drenching my face with the sun. Could it be that God forgave me and granted me another day, or is it my destiny to live forever? Some are destined for success and others wake up to a pile of bricks that lay the framework of their life, each one with a word stamped on it and when put together, creates a universal, irreversible paradox. As I rummaged through the bricks I grabbed the first one I saw. In bold letters it read "you". People say that in order for you to be happy you must first take care of you. I decided to place the "you" brick right next to the "live" brick. For some reason their shapes didn't fit very well. Like a laundry basket filled with socks and none of them match, you finally decide to tip the basket over and start back at one, giving each one it's match. Before you know it, all of the socks have their match and you have spent your time constructively. I kept trying to match my "you" brick with numerous other bricks, such as "love" and "day" but they just didn't fit. 
So there I sat, helplessly trying to put together these damn bricks. For over an hour I kept doing the same thing over and over again until my phone rang. By the time I had jumped up to answer the phone, I mistakenly kicked over my mess. I was not anxious to talk on the phone at all. I wanted so desperately to get back to my mess. Whether the bricks fit or not didn't concern me right away. It was my mess and I was determined to continue working on it. I hung up the phone and slowly walked over to my project. By now I was irritated. Why didn't my bricks fit? Why was it that I was so forceful? Why didn't I ask for help when I was on the phone? Until I know the answers, I suppose my bricks won't ever fit. Maybe I should just grab one brick at a time and look forward to the sun coming out tomorrow morning.

Posted by thechewycheek at 9:27 AM CDT
Updated: Monday, 18 August 2008 9:30 AM CDT
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