Well the title speaks for itself. Don't expect any meaningful, philosophical discoveries in this entry. I'm simply bored, logged into AW and I have absolutely nothing better to do than just type continuously into this journal.

OK here goes.

Continuously.

OK that last entry was kinda lame...I had a good chuckle though...ok so I'll never be in stand up comedy - it's not my life's ambition so I don't care.

Anyway..on with the crap...

I wrote in this thing only a few hours ago, honestly not a lot has happened since then. I was supposed to do Hap Ki Do tonight, work has me tired and honestly I just could not be fucked going.

Oh yeh - a random Norse chick said she wants to sleep with me...thats pretty cool, now if only she was in australia...hmm...

She probably just read that...*Grins and waves* "G'day!"

Moving on..


I was kind of hoping to catch up for a drink with a mate of mine tonight, but that appears to have fallen through, drinks should probably wait until friday night anyway. Though I want to be up early on saturday morning so I can go blind-hunting for my apartment...yes that's right - I still don't have blinds.

Then its a big cleanup weekend, the apartment I love and cherish is trashed to the point where even I can't stand it any more.

I got a message from the ex telling me that she would drop the keys to my apartment in the mailbox so that she didn't have to see me...I guess that's fair enough. I don't think I could really handle seeing her just yet either, the wound is still too deep I think.

Blah.

Ok I think thats enough rambling.

Later peeps.

Brandon.

Ok this journal seems to be slowly but surely the journal where my more personal shit comes out. Oh well - happy reading!

Anyway, I have had this goatee thing going for about 5 - 6 years now, don't get me wrong, it was never long and straggley, I always kept it trimmed. Well I decided in light of a few recent changes in my life, mostly the lack of a partner now, I'm going for a new look.

The facial hair is gone.

So now I have the clean-shaven corporate look. Maybe this will attract a different kind of chick, who knows. I think I wouldn't mind a bit of a thing with a goth chick...a blonde goth chick..mmm...

Then again, the book-keeper in my office is a gorgeous 5'8 blonde russian with the best body I've ever seen and a delicious accent...the question is "is she worth losing my job over if we get caught?"....quickly followed by "could I ever land a chick who looks like she could make Aphrodite jealous?"

Ok the answers to the questions are:

1) No
2) Probably, because I'm the shit.

That might sound arrogant, but this is my journal and I'll say whatever I want; so bite me...I might enjoy it!

Ok well this entry has taken an interesting turn considering it started off talking about facial hair and now its just the ramblings of an obviously horny guy. Well I guess it was inevitable.

Thats enough for now,

Peace!

B Boppin' Fo Funkin' Smack Daddy B.
aka Brandon.

Random Crap. Sounds like the title of a mediocre book or something.

I think today I'm going to focus on a few words that have been playing on my mind lately.

1. Betrayal.

The old saying goes that 2 wrongs don't make a right. This is usually what the first person who has done something wrong says to the person seeking retribution. So what do you do when you are the "Betrayer" who has not betrayed your loved one in action, but in intent. What do you do when you suspect they are getting back a bit of their own while trying to see if the relationship is worth continuing?

There's a bit of a mixed bag of feelings involved in this situation (for me personally anyway). First off - things had been winding down with said other half for some time now. Secondly - its hard to get the shits too badly when she is potentially guilty of the very thing that you were intending to be guilty of. Thirdly - the 2 of us took a break for a week which damn near killed me, we got back together, and now she wants another couple of weeks apart. After the emotional rollercoaster the first time, I just can't bring myself to give a damn anymore.

Well that probably covers a little more than just betrayal, I think we can throw in hypocrisy, guilt and idiocy into that ramble.

Back later.. Peace Out!

Cadwallon.

I wrote this poem when I was about 16 - 17 I think....



Midnight's Tears

in the dark under the covers
lies a secret place for all mothers
a place of comfort away from fears
to cry away midnight's tears

the little heartaches no one knows
are a mother's secret woes
she'll keep them inside with all her might
and cry them out at midnight

her bruised and battered, once proud face
she covers up to save disgrace
she'd rather die than let him win
but to tell a soul would be a sin

this incredible courage no one will know
because she keeps her secret woe
and in her place of comfort away from fears
she cries away her midnight tears

Brandon Soler.

Copyright ©2007 Brandon Soler

Another poem from around age 16 - 17. This one lacks maturity in my opinion, but then I wrote it so...who gives a shit?


In the Shadows

She waits, in the shadows,
observing those who walk by
Her scent drives men wild
Her anger makes them cry

A companion to match Her,
is what She seeks
those She has had
were far too weak

for this one,
not just any will suffice
Her lips are of fire
Her eyes are of ice

this sensual beauty,
too much for mere man
but She relieves Her hunger
with those She can

Her scent drives men wild,
Her anger makes them cry
So She waits, in the shadows
observing those who walk by

Brandon Soler.

Copyright ©2007 Brandon Soler