first post!

My first online brain spew. These online journals are the new priests. We can come here and confess to the world at large but still remain anonymous. Maybe nobody will read what you write, but you can finally tell the world that you have naughty thoughts about the woman (or man) that sits in the cubicle next to yours. You can even go into pornographic detail on what you were thinking exactly, while sitting in your cubicle, supposedly working, but actually, in your head, well..you get the idea. I assume you can get explicit here. I guess I could read the actual terms of service. Eh, maybe later.

I should be out walking now, but I just set this thing up and I want to spew a bit. Exercise is good though. And the dog is staring at me. He can wait too.

So, about me. I know the teeming internet millions are waiting with bated breath to hear about me.

I'm a single guy living in Chico, California. I'm a college dropout. Been living like Peter Pan here in the Neverland that is Chico for many years now. Though I'm nearly 40, I still live, in many ways, like a college student. Housemates in a rented house and that kind of thing. I did recently purchase a pretty nice car though, which is nifty. I have a real job these days. One that has benefits and stuff like that. Medical benefits are important to me these days. A few years ago I found I had colon cancer. At that time, I had no insurance. My income was so low, however, that I got onto this county version of Medi Cal and majority of my bills were paid by them. I still owe several thousands of bucks though.

Colon cancer sucks. I don't recommend it. I do suggest, however, that you get yourself checked, even if you are young. I was lucky. Mine was pretty advanced, (due to my typical male attitude of not wanting to see a doctor, even though I was shitting out enough blood to turn the bowl a nice dark red. I figured it was 'roids, then I figured it was an ulcer, then I thought maybe I had a gluten intolerance. Finally, a very good friend, whom I told my symptoms too, told me to quit being an idiot and go see a doctor) but due to really good doctors, I was able to get it all taken out (they think) and I didn't need to get a colostomy bag, which is a good thing. If I had one of those, I would be one depressed and pissed off motherfucker, I bet. I actually had colo-rectal cancer. The tumor was a few inches from the end of my colon.

I had 5 weeks of continuous chemo and 5 weeks of daily radiation therapy. By continous chemo, I mean I had a tube in my arm for 5 weeks and that tube was hooked up to a machine that I carried around with me and every few minutes it would WHIRRRR and pump some poison in me. Daily radiation therapy was me going into the spiffy new Enloe Cancer Center, laying on a table on my stomach with my naked ass sticking out while a very expensive machine shot radiation up my poopchute. After 3.5 weeks of that, my sphincter was basically sunburned and they had to give me a week off.

After that, they cut my stomach open and removed a chunk of my colon, my gallbladder (it was full of stones), my appendix and several ice cream scoops of lymph tissue. Then I healed up for awhile before getting weekly chemo infusions for another 4 months. I hated that chemo. I was lucky though in that I never lost my hair. I felt like shit a lot though.

Now I'm all healed up though. Trying to get into better shape and live a better life. For now, I think this is enough for my first post. I'm gonna go walk the dog.

Laters.

first post!

My first online brain spew. These online journals are the new priests. We can come here and confess to the world at large but still remain anonymous. Maybe nobody will read what you write, but you can finally tell the world that you have naughty thoughts about the woman (or man) that sits in the cubicle next to yours. You can even go into pornographic detail on what you were thinking exactly, while sitting in your cubicle, supposedly working, but actually, in your head, well..you get the idea. I assume you can get explicit here. I guess I could read the actual terms of service. Eh, maybe later.

I should be out walking now, but I just set this thing up and I want to spew a bit. Exercise is good though. And the dog is staring at me. He can wait too.

So, about me. I know the teeming internet millions are waiting with bated breath to hear about me.

I'm a single guy living in Chico, California. I'm a college dropout. Been living like Peter Pan here in the Neverland that is Chico for many years now. Though I'm nearly 40, I still live, in many ways, like a college student. Housemates in a rented house and that kind of thing. I did recently purchase a pretty nice car though, which is nifty. I have a real job these days. One that has benefits and stuff like that. Medical benefits are important to me these days. A few years ago I found I had colon cancer. At that time, I had no insurance. My income was so low, however, that I got onto this county version of Medi Cal and majority of my bills were paid by them. I still owe several thousands of bucks though.

Colon cancer sucks. I don't recommend it. I do suggest, however, that you get yourself checked, even if you are young. I was lucky. Mine was pretty advanced, (due to my typical male attitude of not wanting to see a doctor, even though I was shitting out enough blood to turn the bowl a nice dark red. I figured it was 'roids, then I figured it was an ulcer, then I thought maybe I had a gluten intolerance. Finally, a very good friend, whom I told my symptoms too, told me to quit being an idiot and go see a doctor) but due to really good doctors, I was able to get it all taken out (they think) and I didn't need to get a colostomy bag, which is a good thing. If I had one of those, I would be one depressed and pissed off motherfucker, I bet. I actually had colo-rectal cancer. The tumor was a few inches from the end of my colon.

I had 5 weeks of continuous chemo and 5 weeks of daily radiation therapy. By continous chemo, I mean I had a tube in my arm for 5 weeks and that tube was hooked up to a machine that I carried around with me and every few minutes it would WHIRRRR and pump some poison in me. Daily radiation therapy was me going into the spiffy new Enloe Cancer Center, laying on a table on my stomach with my naked ass sticking out while a very expensive machine shot radiation up my poopchute. After 3.5 weeks of that, my sphincter was basically sunburned and they had to give me a week off.

After that, they cut my stomach open and removed a chunk of my colon, my gallbladder (it was full of stones), my appendix and several ice cream scoops of lymph tissue. Then I healed up for awhile before getting weekly chemo infusions for another 4 months. I hated that chemo. I was lucky though in that I never lost my hair. I felt like shit a lot though.

Now I'm all healed up though. Trying to get into better shape and live a better life. For now, I think this is enough for my first post. I'm gonna go walk the dog.

Laters.

it's freaking late. or it's freaking early.

I tried to sleep a few hours ago, but my mind was seething. I spent several hours searching the livejournal directory thing for other Chico users, just for the heck of it. Most of them seem to be rather young. Most of their journal entries are rather uninteresting to me. I did add my first user to my friends list, mainly so I could find her journal again. I'm still trying to figure out this LJ stuff. I went ahead and paid for a year's worth of having a paid account. It's only 25 bucks and it's only money. I need a wife or girlfriend that is good with money to take over that part of my life. I can't save money for shit. And I will never have kids to support me in my dotage. Luckily, I have social security to take care of me. Ahahahahaha. That's a joke, son, a bon mot, a witticism. Laugh, boy, I said laugh. Did that read like Foghorn Leghorn? That's what I was going for.

I put on some Norah Jones. Maybe she'll get me thinking of sleep. Hmm. Then again....making me think of the video for her song Sunrise. I dig that video. Probably helped that I first saw it in the winter, when I was sick of the crappy wet and cold weather. In the video, Norah is walking down a wet, cold and crappy street. She enters a door into a neat little make believe world of some sort. It seems warm and pleasant there. Especially if Norah was with me. I like her looks. But then, I'm pretty easy when it comes to looks, these days. As I've grown older, the range of female appearance that I find attractive has widened considerably. I'd like to think this is due to my growing maturity, wisdom and oneness with the universe and not from a wild-eyed, desperate desire to get a mate.

Eyelids weighing heavily on my balls. Eyeballs, that is. Time to sleep, hopefully. Punch in time at work is a mere 7 hours away. Might have to stop at the store and pick up some Red Bull on the way in. Will definitely be a Metallica and GnR day on the headphones. Will still probably hit a low spot during the day and fade out slightly. Still 4 days till the weekend. I need a job that I really enjoy.

it's freaking late. or it's freaking early.

I tried to sleep a few hours ago, but my mind was seething. I spent several hours searching the livejournal directory thing for other Chico users, just for the heck of it. Most of them seem to be rather young. Most of their journal entries are rather uninteresting to me. I did add my first user to my friends list, mainly so I could find her journal again. I'm still trying to figure out this LJ stuff. I went ahead and paid for a year's worth of having a paid account. It's only 25 bucks and it's only money. I need a wife or girlfriend that is good with money to take over that part of my life. I can't save money for shit. And I will never have kids to support me in my dotage. Luckily, I have social security to take care of me. Ahahahahaha. That's a joke, son, a bon mot, a witticism. Laugh, boy, I said laugh. Did that read like Foghorn Leghorn? That's what I was going for.

I put on some Norah Jones. Maybe she'll get me thinking of sleep. Hmm. Then again....making me think of the video for her song Sunrise. I dig that video. Probably helped that I first saw it in the winter, when I was sick of the crappy wet and cold weather. In the video, Norah is walking down a wet, cold and crappy street. She enters a door into a neat little make believe world of some sort. It seems warm and pleasant there. Especially if Norah was with me. I like her looks. But then, I'm pretty easy when it comes to looks, these days. As I've grown older, the range of female appearance that I find attractive has widened considerably. I'd like to think this is due to my growing maturity, wisdom and oneness with the universe and not from a wild-eyed, desperate desire to get a mate.

Eyelids weighing heavily on my balls. Eyeballs, that is. Time to sleep, hopefully. Punch in time at work is a mere 7 hours away. Might have to stop at the store and pick up some Red Bull on the way in. Will definitely be a Metallica and GnR day on the headphones. Will still probably hit a low spot during the day and fade out slightly. Still 4 days till the weekend. I need a job that I really enjoy.

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I was downloading some music the other day and snagged Thin Lizzy's original version of Whiskey in the Jar. I really dig this song. I've been fiending on it, listening to it over and over. Metallica's version is not even close to this. Cool lyrics and some nice guitar.

I like this line:

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin',
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber.

I wonder if that html stuff will work on the quote. Consider this a test. I don't see a preview option. Sort of annoying.

Perhaps I should tell the story of my own Molly. I'm not sure if I want to spill those beans yet. Besides, bemoaning loves lost seems to be a bit of cliche on these livejournals.

(no subject)

I was downloading some music the other day and snagged Thin Lizzy's original version of Whiskey in the Jar. I really dig this song. I've been fiending on it, listening to it over and over. Metallica's version is not even close to this. Cool lyrics and some nice guitar.

I like this line:

Now some men like the fishin' and some men like the fowlin',
And some men like ta hear a cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' specially in my Molly's chamber.

I wonder if that html stuff will work on the quote. Consider this a test. I don't see a preview option. Sort of annoying.

Perhaps I should tell the story of my own Molly. I'm not sure if I want to spill those beans yet. Besides, bemoaning loves lost seems to be a bit of cliche on these livejournals.