This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT

She was a girl that was filled with love, so much so that you could see it in her eyes. Over time she faced challenges that clouded that love and she was no longer the confident girl that she had once been. Lacking strength she had to fight very hard to survive.

There came a day followed by many others when she felt defeated. To her it was as though she had not only resided in hell but was dancing with the devil. Simply getting out of bed in the morning became a struggle. She was crippled by her lack of faith and her battlefield was buried beneath a pool of her own tears.

Always striving to remain balanced she glued her eyes to the floor and in the pool at her feet she would see her reflection. The girl that stared back at her had eyes full of sadness, anger and fearÂshe was almost unrecognizable to herself. She was unable to see the strength within her, she saw only weakness.

She was determined to prevent anyone from seeing what she had become but it comes as no surprise that no matter how hard she tried to cover up her anguish she still felt naked and afraid like a fool.

One night she had, had enough. She could no longer mask her pain. The cost was just too much. In her pool of tears she begged for a reason to keep swimming. She wanted so much to live and to feel alive again.

Suddenly, she was flooded with life and although it was painful she embraced it. Almost simultaneously her eyes were drawn away from the floor and up to the sky. Not sure why, she held her hands firmly together and did something she had never done before. She prayed to God, not to make changes and fulfill her wishes but to give her clarity. "Why?" she asked. "How did I get I here and what did I do to deserve this?" As though she saw a light at the end of the dark tunnel she found her answer...she had done nothing. She had done nothing to deserve it, nothing to prevent it, and nothing to put an end to it.
All along she was waiting for her life to fix itself, to be better, when what she needed to do was fix her life herself. She had been given the clarity to see that she had the power to make the changes. The choice was hers.

With this much needed sense of control she faced the world differently. Slowly she gathered up the strength to make changes that made her proud of herself. With time she eventually held her head high again and although she would never forget, she would try to forgive.

Moral of the story???

The truth can set you free...to be a door mat you have to first put your self in a position to be stepped on. People can only take advantage you to the degree that you allow them to.

killed softly at 11/30/2005 10:47:00 AM

Thursday, November 24, 2005

So, this site hasn't seen nearly enough public humiliations of ones self. As the title has suggested since the early days of this blog.
I need to start publicly humiliating my self more, and need more pictures of said events.
if this were to happen, I could revolutionize comedy, with my absurd ways of falling down, and getting hit in the head.
....Whats that you say. Its already been done?? The 3 stooges? Well ive never heard of them.

I guess you could be right.

But still, I need to be humiliating my self, and in more so I need to get pictures of these humiliations and publish them here.
cause well.

This is the most public of my many humiliations.

killed softly at 11/24/2005 11:26:00 AM

there is a great story to go with this photo. CHECK HERE FOR STORY

So it has come to my attention recently, that a few old friends of mine have joined this crazy world they call the Blogsphere.
Little do they know how powerful, and addicting blogging will become to them.
Go and show them some love.
BRENT FROM HALI
AND
Meaden THINKS HE IS GOOD AT POKER
I have been asked recently what LPE stands for. For those of you who have know clue what I am talking about. Its the sign in name for my server... Or log name or something like that. That is why all my pics are hosted at www.lpe.indiko.com ... Cause I am special and have a server.
Well, let me get back on track here... So recently people have asked me what LPE stands for. And for a while, I really couldn't remember. Had my mind been that clouded by pot.?
then it hit me like a crapload of heavy bricks.
LPE=Large Penis Envy.
I am so funny sometimes.

killed softly at 11/24/2005 12:22:00 AM

Monday, November 21, 2005

Last night I saw the Jonny Cash movie: Walk The Line. It was really really great. I myself have never been the largest Jonny Cash fan, but the movie really showed me a side of him I had never seen before. The story was good, the music was great, and the acting was decent.

Now on the other hand, Gus Van Sant's Last Days was quite possibly the worst movie I have ever had the extreme displeasure of watching. Nothing happens. You wait for something to happen, then you wait some more. Then right when you think something is going to happen, it doesn't, then it ends. Waste of film.

There is a huge buzz about this Memoirs of Geisha movie. It looks really cool, and since we are on the subject of geishas I think I might reveal my new calling in life: Guy Geisha
I found that article while reading the paper on Sunday, and I really, really, want to become one. After reading the article, those of you who know me on a personal level will realize how perfect I am for the job. I am very serious about this.
GUY GEISHA WHAT!

killed softly at 11/21/2005 10:03:00 AM

Thursday, November 17, 2005

so Zathura, is probably the worst movie i have ever seen.. It was a big cheese fest right from the begining. I didnt like that movie, it didnt even compare to Jumangi, which at its time was one of my fave movies ever. The monkeys made it for me. The effects in Zathura looked like they were made by my 13 year old brother in my basement.
I thought it was strange when i walked into the theater with my date, and the friggen place was empty. Huge theater, no people in it.
Have you ever been the only person, or persons in the theater. Its pretty interesting. Makes for a different movie going experience. I was day dreaming before the movie started and i told my date "i am going to have a movie theater this big in my house on day."
she replied "dude, you know how much that will cost?"
i preteneded i knew what i was talking about when i said "prolly like $100,000"
she didnt believe that number, so today i have been researching how much it actually costs for one of those screens, and a reel movie projector (bad pun).
if anyone out there knows, please inform me about my inquiries in my comments.
Thanks.

OOOO i almost forgot. The daugther in zathura is an avril lavinge wanna be, but she is way hot.
if she wasnt in it, i would have walked out after the first scene.

killed softly at 11/17/2005 11:58:00 AM

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

I bought a laptop the other day, it seemed to work well, then i decieded to wipe windows from the drive and re-install it. Half way through doing so, i realized i didnt have the disk to re-load the drivers. Now i have another paper weight/laptop.
IF ANY ONE OUT THERE CAN SOMEHOW SEND ME A DISK OF DRIVERS FOR A DELL LAPTOP.
I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER>

killed softly at 11/15/2005 12:04:00 PM

Friday, November 11, 2005

So then, i will be heading into the city for lunch. I will be joined at lunch by my most faveorite person in the world. I am thinking we will eat japanese food, and i will flick sticky rice at the wall, while i sip on my miso soup.
I am going to bring my camera, i hopefully will be inspired to take some pictures.
It seems that i have a lack of insparation lately. I couldnt tell you guys why... like a trannies pussey, its just not there.

This is a very rushed post, as i am about to miss my train.
i still have to shower, god sometimes i hate showering. I wish the bathtub was never invented. Then everyone would be all smelly, and dirty. They way we were ment to be.

killed softly at 11/11/2005 11:19:00 AM

Monday, November 07, 2005

she could hang from the sun ... put it out with her dark sun glasses

by reason of deduction I have decided that I only get laid because I have sex appeal.
You see, I am not the nicest guy in the world. I am more of an asshole then anything, Im not rich, or funny, My personality mirrors that of mud. Im not great looking, more of just your average Joe. But I like to dress well, I love to flirt, and I am confident. This gives me sex appeal, and sex appeal is far more powerful then any other force on this planet.
People say the sleep with people cause they: make them laugh, they are sweet... And this one takes the cake... Cause they love the person.
this makes me laugh. You don't have sex with someone cause you love them you have sex with them cause you want to fuck them. Its fairly simple, I love people, and a lot of these people I love, i would never think of banging.

Though my sexiness only appeals to about 1% of the population of the world, I still manage to get some. So to all you people out there reading this, not getting laid. Gather up some sex appeal. Remember, its not always about Love, and being nice. Hate fucking should be an olympic sport.

killed softly at 11/07/2005 10:11:00 AM

Friday, November 04, 2005

Welcome to Aurora....not just a place, but a state of mind.

Well it is friday, it seems they just keep comming faster and faster each week.
Today, i am not doing anything productive.
Thats right, nothing.
I will be going to my friends hockey game, where he is playing against a bunch of old Toronto Maple Leafs. It should be entertaining.
There is a whole bunch of shit i want to talk about right now, but my mind is in a gerbil state right now. So well, i will get around to writing it later.
i need to start taking pictures again, it has been weeks.

killed softly at 11/04/2005 11:49:00 AM

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Wasted Nights = Wasted Days

$5 martinis are my enemies. Though they were just the catalyst in last night's science experiment.

The results from the experiment are conclusive :

Drinking at night = I can not function at all the next day.

killed softly at 11/01/2005 12:49:00 PM

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