Life at the Filmore Lounge...

What the fuck is with people these days, huh? I mean, I don't get it. Why is it that everyone thinks that they know what's the best for everyone else, but rarely are they right? And the type of people that think they know it all generally don't know shit. I mean, if you think you know what's best for someone else, ANYONE else, why don't you stop for a second before you open your mouth, take a look in the mirror, and ask yourself honestly, "Is my life 100% in order in regards to whatever I'm about to open my mouth about?" Because if not, do us all a favor and keep your fucking mouth SHUT.

And another thing, why is it that when the choice comes down to what's good for you and what's right for someone else who you care about, they're NEVER the same thing? And why is it that whenever you see someone you love heading down a road that YOU know is bad fucking news, nothing you can ever say is right, or is good enough to make them stop? Because life is one big fucking joke, and guess what? Your misery is the punch line! So fuck off thinking that you're going to make anyones life any better or that you're going to do anything good for anyone, because I'm going to let you in on a little secret; they don't WANT your help, okay fuck face? Get it through your head. YOU CAN'T MAKE ANYONE HAPPY WHO DOESN'T WANT TO BE HAPPY, and most people don't want to be happy.

Oh, and here's a little diddy about a man I knew, grew into an asshole and his life went to shit too. (That was a free rhyme for you, you're welcome). What, in the name of God, Allah, Judah, Satan, whomever you worship, makes you think that you can leave my mom, start fucking her so-called "friend", and that suddenly I'm going to be okay with that bitch? I mean, REALLY? Do you EVER see this working out in your favor? Because if you do, do yourself a favor and get that notion out of your head sooner than later, because it's never gonna happen. So stop with the dropping her name into every conversation you have with me, stop with the trying to get me to hang out/vacation with her, stop with the sweet talking the situation about her, and accept the fact that as long as you're with that bitch, I'll have very little to do with you and less than nothing to do with her. Got it?

And while we're on the subject of useless fucking idiots, how do you go for 3+ months without being employed, sleeping 18-22 hours a day, and still survive? How do you feel even the least bit like a man when you're living with your mom at 24 years old but doing NOTHING to help her out and NOTHING around her house and bringing NOTHING to the table in the situation? I mean, she works 45+ hours a week to keep a roof over your head, and when she asks the smallest little thing, like you taking the trash out or cleaning off the plate you used to eat the food that SHE bought AND cooked for you, you throw a Goddamned hissy fit. She does all the housework with help only from the other 2 people in the house, both of whom have full time work and/or school, while you do NOTHING but sit on the couch or lay in your bed ALL DAY LONG! How the fuck do you even justify your existence? The fact that your mother is a saint and will never throw your ass out, or at least force you to either step up or fuck off, is the classic "enabler" for your useless fucking lifestyle. Why don't you man up, stop being such a selfish asshole, and start carrying some fucking weight around here, huh? I'll tell you why, because a little effort is just too Goddamned much to ask of someone whose mother and girlfriend keep giving and giving and giving without ever making you give anything in return.

People these days make me fucking sick. The lack of respect, devotion, love, character, and selflessness (among many other traits of decent human beings) is appalling. I don't stand blameless by any means, but I sure as shit don't sit around and expect anyone else to carry my weight, do my work, play my part, or deal with my selfish bullshit. The most incredibly fucked up thing about all of this is that nothing I can do will change them, and if the trend continues in the same fashion that it has in the past, the worst is yet to come.

An update

So not much is new here. This past Monday I had a partial ankle replacement surgery, which isn't turning out to be very much fun. I'm still dating Falon and loving time with her and Averie, I'm super stoked that baseball season is finally here, and that's about it.

DUNES.

I got new pants right before this trip. I heart them.

Sun just came up, and it's time to ride! (After almost 2 hours of breakfast, talkin trash, and gettin the kids ready.) That's my baby in the back. #13 baby!

Headin out! Mine and Wes' bikes in the background.

The toys. Give respect to the '83 ATC 250R. Old school baby!

I went last weekend. My first trip this season. The conditions were as follow;

Sand: Soft and shitty.
Wind: Present and accounted for.
Kyle's bike: Awesome.
Kyle's cardio: A bigger joke than your face.

All in all, it was a fun day trip. I just have a few pics. I TRIED to get a picture of the drug dog searching my car inside and out at the Border Patrol checkpoint, but they took my phone before I could snap it off... Damnit.

Did you know that excessive smiling can make your face hurt?

I ran into my old girlfriend from high school about a month ago after 6+ years of hating each other. I have no idea why, buy my first instinct was to give her the biggest hug I could. We talked about things and burried a lot of hatchets that night, and have been talking here and there ever since. Last weekend we went snowboarding. I had THE MOST fun weekend of my life as far back as I can remember, but was afraid to tell her that because I didn't want to freak her out. So when she told me the EXACT same thing, I knew I should've told her earlier. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know I have a blog. Let's keep it that way, okay folks? I don't know where this will or won't go, but no matter how it plays out, I'm so glad to have her back in my life. I was starting to forget what it's like to have friends who REALLY care around me...

Hey folks. It's been a while. Those of you who know me, know that I'm a huge animal lover, and hate, HATE to see anything happen to them, especially dogs. So I'm asking for your help in that area, and fast!

Meet Lexus. She's a 2.5 year old red-nosed pitbull. She's spayed, all of her shots are current, is as gentle as can be, loves kids, and she needs a GOOD, LOVING home, ASAP!

She belongs to one of my oldest friends. Unfortunately my friend is going through a divorce right now, and because of that, she and her daughter are not able to take Lex with them to their new place. She HAD someone lined up to take her, but tonight, LITERALLY at the last minute, they decided they couldn't take her and backed out. So now we've got til tomorrow to find her a home! We've called the pound, shelters, rescues, etc, but apparently with the economy, people are bailing on their pets left and right, so NONE of them are taking any dogs right now. It's a pretty sad situation. She's not looking to make any money here or anything like that, just the assurance that Lexus will go to a good home where she is loved and treated like a part of the family.If any of you want her, or know anyone who does, PLEASE let me know ASAP! You can message me on here, or email me at kyleinreallife@gmail.com. PLEASE help if you can. I mean, "Tis the season", ya? Thanks for taking the time to read this everyone.

My new crush...

So, after you've been single for a certain amount of time... especially when you're already an old man... like I am... you start wondering if there is still anyone out there for you... and if she'd even be into you or not... which she probably won't... and it's a little sad... but then you meet someone, and she's stinkin cute... and funny... and a little goofy... with curly hair... which are both also stinkin cute attributes... and that's when you just KNOW, y'know? It just makes it a little rough when you only get to see her once a week... on Thursday nights... from 8-8:30pm... on NBC... Ladies and gentleman, I think I'm in love with Pam Beesley.

Edit; As per Holly's request, I've added a picture of her. Enjoy.

General Authority Blogging???

Did anyone else catch that just now? Robert D. Hales, while talking about ways of responding to argumentative and persecutory people, counsels to either walk away from the situation saying nothing, or to be kind and positive towards that person, and not to argue with them. When saying this, he gave a few examples of ways to do this. Here's where I was caught off gaurd. He said that we could, "leave a note, write a letter to the editor, LEAVE A COMMENT ON A BLOG..." I was like, "Mm hmm... good idea... yeah... wait, WHAT?" I never thought I'd see the day where I heard a G.A. talk about blogging in General Conference, and in a way that was just so nonchelaunt, as if EVERYONE knows what blogging is. It was pretty funny to me for some reason.

So it got me thinking, what if the General Authorities of the church had blogs. What would that be like? Can you even imagine?

"Thursday, October 2nd, 2008. Today I had lunch with a living prophet of God. We talked about what we're going to do this weekend. He made me laugh, a lot."

"Friday, October 3rd, 2008. Today I went to the temple to talk with the Lord, and to get the 'go-ahead' on my talk for conference. He said it's good-to-go, but try not to sound awkward when talking about this new 'blogging' thing. I'll do my best."

"Sunday, October 5th, 2008. Today I spoke to the entire world on behalf of the Lord. I told them things that He wanted them to know. I boldly, yet humbly delivered the message that the Savior gave to me for the world. I pray that they will listen to those words and improve their lives and grow closer to the Lord... Oh, and I NAILED the blogger thing. :)"


That's just the way that I imagine it would be...