It’s Just Justin

The Many Faces of Justin

I got inspired by Britany and Andrew last night… here is the result haha.

What does it all mean?! haha

Crazy, yes, I am crazy.

Jack In The Box

I remember driving through Houston with James Brown (not the singer) and noting the Jack In The Box sign. See, the “o” and “x” in “Box” are fused together to make the “Jesus fish” because Jack is a Christian… It is true. Well, Jack might not actually be Christian but the founder of JitB was a right winged, Bible thumping Christian.

Sad I know.

Never-the-less, I am at Jack In The Box right now, choking on an over-salted French fry. I walked here. It was beautiful out tonight and I figured… I need to get out. So I did! I left my hotel and walked however far it is (a thirty minute walk) to a 7-Eleven (to get cash outta the ATM) and then back tracked here to the JitB.

Landon guided me. I am glad I finally got in touch with him.

These “Bigger, Thicker Natural Cut Fries” really are. I took a picture of them because I am Justin and that is what Justin does. They are also just about the most delicious over-salted fries I have ever had.

I just took a picture of my burger… sick.

That picture either makes me want to eat more or become a hardcore vegetarian…

I have never eaten fast food so slowly. I feel like I am a professional fast food consumer not wrapped up in the waxed paper and brown bags so much that I can enjoy each individual piece of my American artery cloggers.

I just mixed Strawberry and Orange Fanta. Yummy!

Do you ever wish there was an undo button for your life? I would undo what I just did… I finished my Jumbo Jack. I also forgot that “medium” means disgustingly large. I think my soda (which looks just like Sunshine…) cup is the same size as those Gatorade coolers! In fact, this cup is so wide at the top that I was able to put in equal amounts of Strawberry and Orange because it fit under both… at once! For shame.

I took silly pictures of myself tonight. Inspired by Andrew’s confidence. I know I probably look like a douche, or the douche’s bag, but I am still going to post them on here, perhaps even over dial-up!

It feels so odd to spend time at a fast food “joint” (as my father would call it). I should have left here MINUTES ago! (I emphasized the word “minutes” because of… well if you don’t get it…)

Have you ever had a serving of fries before you and eaten each fry alone? Never pairing? Never grabbing whole families of fries and devouring them all together? I had not until now.

Have you ever filled up cup only partly the way up, just so you can see the bottom before you leave? I had not until now.

Ending my murdering spree of French fries, of the bigger thicker natural cut variety, leaving over half of the fries to live, if for only a few more days. I am sure after at least a month, the preservatives will fail and they will begin to decompose.

And with that, I am outta here.

Time for a long walk home. Hmm, maybe I should turn on my iPod shuffle! (bet you thought I forgot to plug it today, booyah!)

Road Rage!

Complete and utter craziness. But first, pretty flowers!

So, cyclist rides infront of a car in a parking lot. Woman almost hits him, SLAMS on her brakes and honks. He is now behidn her, she revs her engine and hits him! She runs the guy into a tree, in reverse. She did this several times.

I get this on camera.

Here she has seen me taking pictures and tries to hit me!

That is crazy. I think I should go to the police but I am unsure… hmm, what do you think?

UPDATE: I called the police, they can’t do anything because the guy said not to call the police and he did not press charges. She said that he probably had a record and did not want to get caught. Damn…

Sent off some resumes, hopefully I can get a job…

Gotta go.

Me, Last Night

That was from a guest on David Letterman last night haha.

I took a picture of what I wore last night to the coffee shop. It was a bit risky but I thought any attention brought my way would be good attention one way or the other.

I think I looked cute… I hope I did at least. I got attention for sure, but no one went up to me except this group of girls. Really hot girls who knew I was shy because they heard me say so to Jenny on the phone last night haha.

Oh well, what can you do right?

I am back in the first coffee house, Sonoma COffee Company, their internet is working for me now. Oh, and I am completely alone now, my grandfather is on his way back to Texas. And I move up here May first, well that is the plan at least. When I come back… who knows.

I really want a smoothie, they have incredible smoothies here. I need to be looking for a job though. I want to have several options before I settle with one.

Took some pictures of flowers last night

Off to the classifieds!

Shook one’s Hand

So one of the females just shook my hand. She smiles at me, I have a “guinuine” smile. What does that mean for me?

I need a man.

Confessions of a Convoluted Mind

Hi… wow, it is the first time I have ever been to one of these meetings… My name. I’m Justin, and I am a “homophobic”.

No, really, I love gay people, being one myself, but I am just terrified of them in the wild. I freeze up, I can’t talk, I move in the most awkward strides and seem to lose my breath.

It is in times like these that I crave women. Women! A gay man wanting a woman. What has this world come to where a homosexual wants teh company of a woman? It is unfathonable. It is just not natural.

I am in a coffee shop, of the gay variety, surrounded by attractive, and possibly available, guys and I make no moves. There is on, over there at 10 o’clock. He is sitting, with two girls and two guys with one girl at 2 o’clock. Either case would be amazing, these specimen, in their natural habitat, socializing as if I am not stumbling through their once peaceful abode as Barry White belts out over the loud speakers, “I can’t get enough of your love baby”.

The air is warm inside the coffee shop, French presses are going at full press ahead and the Italian sodas have never been more Italian soda like.

Everyone here seems to either using this time to do homework or to not do homework. Tres intrique no? Watch it! French press coming along from behind!

The lesbian folk band is playing the part of CInderella, only on Mountain Time instead of Pacific. Glass slippers Birkenstock sandels in tow, they frisky themselves out of the coffee shop with the clumbsiness only lesbians can claim.

The light of my screen seems to bring out the paleness in my skin so I turn down the contrast, and notice that my cute boy with two girls has vacated the aroma of Sumatra and Komodo. In his place? A breeder.

For shame.

Sweat gathers at my brow as I study a new one, he is leaving now, beautiful and strong. Perfect guy. Beautiful, attractive and most of all, frightening to death!

Where is my Xanax?!

More Flower Pictures!

So there you go, lots of pictures, what’s new?

I say that a lot… hmmm

I am back at Aroma Roasters, live music, folk, fun, nice. Lots of awesome people here, Jim is trying to coach me to talk to some but I am too much of a pussy. Wow, probably the first time I ever wrote Pussy, on my journal.

I had a great dinner, again, with my grandfather, and just a wonderful afternoon. I got to talk to Dave, Jenny, Jim and Landon. My talk with Landon was the longest and a really great one. I bought some movies today and just browsed the town. It was an absolute blast. I would make for a grand ol’ drifter.

I have seen way too many beautiful people here, makes one want to starve or get liposuction. Hmmm, how much is liposuction.

Right now I am surrounded by hot gay guys and their keepers. I hate it haha. Even some of the old gays are hot. I woudl totally do the one in the corner haha. I sound like a whore. I actually invisioned myself getting fucked by some random guy while here… I really want to do it now and that is totally out of character for me. I could totally go for a quickie right now LMAO.

A table of emo girls sits next to me. They are all eating ice cream, so cut, so attractive, so … so there! I wish I was there haha. Instead I am here and becoming anxious to someday be over there. Or on the lap of the hot guy across from me.

Ghansta Queens… (gay mafia is for reals here)

Hmmm, guess I should post this and get to the people here… Ciao babes!

-justin

Waking Up With A View

Just imagine looking at this everyday as you wake up. How could you possibly be sad with a view like this?

Frou Frou

They are playing Frou Frou! How cool is that?!

Balls

I need to grow some balls and talk to someone here. I am just sitting in this place, looking at all the cool people, and not making any moves what-so-ever.

I plan on coming back here tonight for the live music. Hopefully I will be able to make it out here. I don’t have a car and it is a few miles from the hotel. Hmmm… taxi anyone? I guess I could use the rental car.

I am in the coffee house side of the “establishment”. I wonder what I would find in the Ice Cream parlor side… nice capitalization eh?

-justin