big wheels keep on turning...

GIMME A JOB WHITEYS!!!! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!!!

my kitten has chosen to stop using the litter box...any advice? he keeps pooping in my roommate's room. no good.

Its sunny...I'm home...I'm listening to blondie...I have a wonderful partner...I have wonderful friends... I just need a job in education and I'll be set.
And, I adopted kittens!!! What should I name them???

In The Cold, Cold Night-white stripes


I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold cold night

In the cold cold night

You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might
But when you're gone i grow colder

Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

I hear you walking by my front door
I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
I don’t care what other people say
I’m gonna love you, anyway

Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

I can’t stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire bight
So don’t fight it any longer

Come to me again in the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it’s warm inside
And you’ll come run to me

In the cold cold night
In the cold cold night
In the cold cold night
In the cold cold night

I fled the bay in hopes of getting away from the likes of this...

I'm too tired to produce a detailed description on how bad this LEO article sucks donkey dick...but the text speaks for itself. God LEO you get worse and worse by the minute. I'm actually going to write a letter to the editor.

Way to go Jim Welp...congrats on being one of the many sniveling, ignorant, poster boys of self entitled liberal fucks marinating in the fowl juices of their own delusional superiority.


Summary of My Discontent: A cry for secession
By Jim Welp

The time has come for Louisville to secede from Kentucky. The two have been at philosophical odds ever since our forefathers chose Frankfort as the state’s bucolic capital in 1792, ensuring a salt-of-the-earth-if-mildly-retarded state-worker pool forevermore.


Because Louisville is a vibrant, progressive city (not counting Dan Seum) in a dirt-poor, third-world state*, it’s only natural that our tax dollars whisk to Frankfort each year, while only a small percentage hobble back in the form of evolution-agnostic textbooks and posh dormitories for college athletes.


Sure, it’s awesome knowing our tax dollars are going to help coax the worms out of some Appalachian kid’s toenails because his people can’t provide shoes. It’s the same sort of glow that comes from writing a check to the Red Cross for Darfur. Call me a starry-eyed optimist, but I don’t mind buying school lunches for children in Monkey’s Unibrow because I think it’s important to give them something to look forward to besides listening to their daddys’ Bocephus records while making out with their siblings.


But at some point, Kentucky has got to stop holding Louisville back. It’s fine for our country cousins to smoke their Luckies and shoot their tater cannons and snort their Oxy and recite the Ten Commandments off a tombstone in the town square while hating gays, but why do I have to pay the emergency-room tab with my tax money? Louisville wants to be a progressive city; Kentucky wants to be a regressive state. Why don’t we both own up to it and part company amicably?


The refusal of the 2008 General Assembly to raise the cigarette tax was the last straw. The commonwealth is perpetually desperate for roads, education, healthcare and social services, while leading the nation in smoking and smoking-related illnesses. One in four pregnant women smoke.

Forty percent of our poorest citizens smoke. The state incurs $1.5 billion each year in smoking-related healthcare costs. By raising the cigarette tax, Kentucky could’ve generated desperately needed revenue while simultaneously improving health.


There is a classic ethical quiz put to philosophy students called The Cave Dilemma. The story goes like this: You and four others are exploring a cave when water begins to rise. The first person to flee the cave is a morbidly obese Kentuckian who gets stuck in the mouth of the cave, trapping everyone inside, where they will surely perish from the rising water and/or his Taco-Bell flatulence.

Being a Kentuckian yourself, you discover a stick of dynamite in your back pocket. Do you blast the corpulent bastard out of the cave, which would kill him and set the others free? Or do you leave him to survive and let the rest drown?


The Cave Dilemma presents ethics students with two bad options: Kill one person or let five die. When philosophers discuss the dilemma they say there are no wrong answers. But there is a wrong answer, and Kentucky senators found it. In refusing to raise the cigarette tax, the General Assembly chose to both kill the fat guy stuck in the cave and everyone inside. Is that the kind of state you want to live in?


Unfortunately, the system is stacked against us. Rural lawmakers — both Republican and Demopublican — don’t just work against our city’s interests, they gleefully urinate in any Louisville-flavored Cheerios they can find, then celebrate on lobbyist money at Thunder and Derby parties. And they have us woefully outnumbered.


So it’s time to secede. We could bolt for Indiana, but that wouldn’t help: same hicks, different accent. Instead, imagine:
Louisville, the city-state.


OK, so modern city-states don’t have a great track record. Vatican City and Singapore are living in the same century as rural Kentucky. And Washington, D.C. attracts miscreants like Karl Rove and Mitch McConnell.


But it could be a perfect solution for pulling Louisville into the future without dragging the bulky deadweight of Kentucky along. Imagine a Louisville without Kentucky. We’d have the arts, the economic engine, the educated workforce and the talented homosexuals without all that pesky redneckery. And imagine a Kentucky without Louisville. They could handle their rattlesnakes and teach their little bullies creationism and root for their Wallcats on their topless mountains without having to fight off hippies and atheists.

See? Win-win. Maybe we could even swap Fairdale for Bernheim Forest …

Contact the writer at
jimwelp@gmail.com

before she had dick in her drawers.

me on the other hand...

oh my lord how did i earn all these good tidings. tidal waves ain't always that bad. neither is emotional bankruptcy as long as you have a good lawyer. why have i been making all of these financial analogies? better than fecal analogies i guess. i am really really really happy right now. still unstable but...thats just never going to go away. so be it. thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you till i run out of breath.

walkedaroundoldlouisvillewatchingtheflowersbloomtodayitwasnicespringlikethingsarehappeningtomeholyfuckingshityernotastuffasyouthoghtyouweresomeonedonetoldyougurl.

These last five weeks have been filled with heart breaking good byes and soul cleansing hellos. Shattered glass and scattered remains and endless amounts of caring arms willing to help me pick up the pieces and start anew. Even more miles and miles and miles along the highway. Sunsets driving into LA and lingering over the pacific ocean at the edge of San Francisco. I stared off into the sea feeling ultimately alone although surrounded by people. Letting go while still holding on to what really matters. It was a nice farewell to California…

Then...a sunrise approaching New Orleans with my face yet again pressed against the glass of a greyhound bus awaiting a new chapter. A perfect hello to everything else.

Broken hearts, broken windows, broken fingers all carefully repaired with a little bit of duck tape...

To be continued…

Always and forever.

the lights go on
the lights go off
when things don't feel right
I lie down like a tired dog
licking his wounds in the shade
when I feel alive
i try to imagine a careless life
a scenic world
where the sunsets are all breathtaking
-Beruit

I wish I had more ambition to document my life with writings, photos, etc. Its been a pretty wild ride and I know I've forgotten most of it. Me...I'm in this weird ghost world here in Santa Rosa. A mysterious mist is veiling everything and making it all seem so unreal. I'll be gone on Sunday. Dustin is very sad. I am sad as well but beautifully catalyzed. It feels so wonderful to not know what's going to happen. I already have a cool apartment with a cool room mate lined up for me in Old Louisville that I can move into anytime in March. It totally fell into my lap and I'm most appreciative. THANKS COLLIN!!! How very convenient.
I'm headed down to SF/Oakland in a week to say my farewells to loved ones there. Daisy will be there on the 13th and I'm looking forward to seeing him...old friends are always a sight for sore eyes during times of transition. My momma is going to show up 2 days later and then its a mother/daughter journey across country. I can't wait. I adore her. I'm envisioning wine coolers, hot tubs, and comfortable hotel rooms....aaahh. Sounds heavenly.
I'm trying to decide whether I should go to New Orleans or the east coast for the few weeks I have to travel before moving into my new apartment. New Orleans is slow paced and warm, the east coast is fast paced and freezing. I wonder which one would be more therapeutic.
Hmmm....

suck it.

i cannot believe i'm leaving a life that I've made for myself over the coarse of three years. as relieving as it feels to let go, i'm hurting pretty bad. i usually don't drink to kill pain...but upon careful introspection of my actions, that is exactley what I have been doing under the guise of letting loose and having a good time. At least that has been the foundation of my behavior during this last week.

weird ocd eating patterns as well. i think i get anal about the amount of food i eat when i feel like i can't control anything else. i made a real idiot out of my self last night. i sway from good spirits to despair over the course of minutes. i find myself getting motion sickness. i need to hit the road. HARD.

Things will be okay as soon as I cross the sierras on the 80 with my beloved mother. Then its goodbye california for a good while. i'm gonna head east or south once i hit louisville. dunno which one yet.

having a quarter life crisis is soooo cliche, but i think that's what this is. a steady job and a nice car just freaked me out a little too much. i just had to stir the turd.

It sure is hard to live with your ex...especially when you still love them but know it just cannot be. Its fucking torture. When I said I was leaving he says it shocked him back to life. Good for him. I wish I wasn't so alive right now. Not dead but not soooooo intense. It hurts.

In other far more significant news...
My dad has had crohns disease for awhile and didn't tell anyone and now he has to possibly get part of his colon removed, my uncle had another heart attack and is in the hospital presently, and the cat I am pet sitting has expired. GOD DAMNIT.


At least I have a new car! LOLZ!

too many voices
and so much silence
silence that feels
like a needle in my ear
silence so powerful
that it sucks away
the air in my lungs
the resolve in my mind
the trust in my heart
and the soundness of my soul
so much silence
and too many voices

Yes its true....I'll be back in Louisville for awhile for many reasons besides the obvious ones. Some of you are happy, some of you are weary, but all of you are looking out for my best interests. I thank you for that.

I want to assure you all of my motivations, please have a little faith in me for I know what I am doing.

Yes I will travel for a month or so first.
Yes I am glad that its over.
Yes it hurts like a bitch.
Yes I am quite looking forward to coming home.
Yes I know that it might suck.
Yes I think that it will be just what I need for now.

No I don't think it will make "it all better".
No I'm not moving back as a victim.
No I don't plan on living happily ever after.
No I'm not necessarily staying for good.

Cause its gone daddy gone
Your love is gone
Gone daddy gone
The love is gone away


everything will be just fine...tuff tuff cookie.

A bunch of my friends hung out together last night that haven't in awhile and everything was fine fine fine. Everyone laughed until they cried and had a good ole time and there was no booze, sex, or drugs involved...there was still rock and roll of course. Its funny how things work out, isn't it?
New years eve is weird...I want to do something unconventional but I'll probably just go see Lords. Which is a okay with me.

Even though I hate the holidays...when you throw your arms around my neck and tell me Merry Christmas I embrace you and say it back and really mean it. I don't think I'll ever fall in love like I've fallen in love with these damn kids. Sappy sappy sappy. But who cares. I feel so alive and full of goodness right now. Its so nice! I'm so happy. I'm gonna make it.

Oh and...
It sure would be nice to find a new traveling buddy for this spring/summer. C'mon...it'll be fun! I'm very easy to get along with and I am very patient. Swear. I plan on going to Israel and or Maine. I haven't been to Maine! I only have a few more states to go! Help!

That was a stupid entry. I apologize.