I’m taking a bit of a hiatus from the blogosphere. I don’t think I’ll be missed. 
I have a multitude of things that must be done over the next week, so I’m taking a bit of time off. If you need to contact me, you can do so via Gmail.
After spending the better part of the morning drinking coffee and sorting through books, I decided I’d show off me new specs.
It is truly astounding how lighting can alter one’s appearance. On the lighted side, I look like an unblemished lad, while on the dark side, my freckles and lines of wisdom appear.
P.S.: The new glasses are brilliant. I can read again without squinting!
Last night I got my hands on a new leaked song by Lily Allen. It brought back memories of a lass that I haven’t heard from in quite some time.
It was over a year ago now. We were moving fast. I was scared. I want and wanted kids at the time, but the very fact that she brought having kids up after two weeks, scared me to bits. She took a house key one morning, leaving me to dream about her. When I asked her about it, she played it off. We didn’t have a lot in common except for the need for someone. We were just playing, so to speak.
The next evening at around nine, she texted me saying that she’d be at my house in around thirty minutes. So, I decided to play a little trick on her. I cut off all the lights in the house except for the one in the den, and I turned down the tele. I quietly listened for her to drive up. I was scheming up a trick, when the headlights of her car blinded me through the office window. Knowing that she had a key, I ran into the den and laid down on the sofa and pretended to be sleeping.
The clatter of her high heels echoed through the house, as she made her way up the steps. Moments later, her keys jingled a rhythmic tune, as she fought with the door. I smilingly laid there not making a sound. Seconds later her keys crashed against the slate steps. She banged against the door, and screamed, “Jefferson, let me in”. I laughed.
After wrangling around with the keys in the dark for a minute, she finally made it through the entry way. She came bursting through the den out of breath. I peered through the slit of my eye to discover her angry countenance transform to one of warmth. She quietly laid down her pocket book on the end table and came and kneeled down beside me. I was fighting with all my might not to laugh.
She put her hand on my chest and whispered, “Wake up”.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer, so I yelled, “Boo”!
She was a bit taken aback for a second but proceeded to grab my shirt, and demanded, “You fucker, you were awake the whol’ timee, weren’t ya”?.
We rolled off the sofa and onto the floor whilst laughing uncontrollably.
We laughed a lot.
A few days later, I mucked that all up. I learned a valuable lesson though!
I talk about me self way too much. I don’t post enough. All of this is true. Yep! Welcome to my world. So, who the heck is this Jefferson Davis chap?
Welp, he is a very complicated dude with a simple core. He has more persona’s than he can name. Some of which are more active than others. Sometimes they drive him mad with all the chatter about what to do or what to say. You’ll find some of them listed below.
Jefferson: This character takes nothing from no one. He awaits a fight and sometimes initiates them just for the thrill. He is a born rebel and rails against any sort of rule that he doesn’t agree with. He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it. He lets anger rule his world.
Shane: He is just a poor ol’ sod. He lacks confidence and lets people run all over him. He’s very charitable and will do anything for anyone. He’s honest and kind. He couldn’t lie, if he tried with all of his might. He’s just trying to find his place in the world. He’s got two left feet and stumbles a lot. A quiet and cordial lad if there ever was one. Shane also likes to poke fun at himself before anyone else has the opportunity to do so.
Sean: This fella is fascinated by the world. He is extremely artistic. He doesn’t see people, he envisions an amalgamation of abstract forms and colours. He doesn’t hear music, he sees swirling notes of every pigment in the rainbow flutter out of wind instruments, twist off of strings, and bounce off of percussion instruments. He turns picturesque scenes into words and amorous memories into drawings. Most of his idols were from the Romanticist era. He is a dreamer.
Sam: Well, this bloke can not be trusted. He is sneaky. This is the one you have to watch out for. He is sly and cunning. He is a thrill seeker that loves a challenge. He seems like a simpleton, but that is just what he wants you to think. Sam is quite nefarious!
Davis: He follows in his fathers foot steps. He chases after women in the day, night, and everywhere in between. He’s worse than a rabbit!
In the end, what does Jefferson Davis want in life? Ah, he wants what ever other decent man wants. A graceful (insert laughter here) woman that’ll put up with his antics, a good job, a few wee brats, and a chance to grow old gracefully.
So, I’ve made a buffoon of myself. Now it’s your turn. That’s right! It’s meme time, baby!
Take a minute or two and come up with four or five personas within yourself. We all have a good side, a bad side, a happy side, and a weird side. Name your characters and tell the world a bit about each of them. It is good to laugh at yourself from time to time.
This is open to anyone who would like to do it. Do it when you can and let me know. Once you’ve done it, I’ll add a link to the bottom of the post.
If you need any inspiration, just watch the video below. That Lily Allen has a few million characters rolling around in her head. I’ve been following her for a long time. I like her because she’s got spunk. She’s supposed to come out with a new album soon.
au revoir
Welp, I had a post almost ready for Independence Day, but I was unable to finish it due to massive amounts of the stuff that comes in bottles with a 21 and older label on it. Have a lovely weekend all. I’ll be working the entire weekend! That really bites, but hey, who cares? I’m drunk! 
Perhaps I’ll finish it after my morning jog? Hmmm…..depends on me head!
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