BERT THE BASSIST's Blog
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when be quiet means shutup.
you try to be nice about it, and it doesn't stop until you get angry, and tell them to flat out shut up.
i hate that phrase... SHUT UP.
even with please in front of it, its still harsh.
So please when you get tennis shoe mouth (running off at the mouth) and realize you should stop. please do before you really tick me off with your BULL DRAMA.
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Stalkers
Current mood:
betrayed
Due to recent events, (its been going on for over 2 years now.)
This is a new twist.
We have incessant stalkers, haters that don't know us.
They lurk behind fictitious pages, and have been copying Heathers work, and ideas, and trying to effect my musical career, by talking crap.
They have been hating on us, FOR 2 YEARS and we are tired of their game.
We can't do anything about it...well we could but that is illegal.
We can't stop them from talking trash among their friends.
(I can't imagine anyone wanting to be friends with them)
But trash talks trash, and tells lies about people they don't know.
This time it was personal with me. I am sick of it.
It was the last straw. I won't go into detail but if you are a close friend,
I am sure you heard about it.
Heather has deleted her myspace pages.
She is tired of seeing her ideas showing up on somebody else's page.
I have made my friends and comments private.
You can still leave me a comment but only I will be able to view it.
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It amazes me...
Current mood:
annoyed
It amazes me how people who don't know you, can hate on you and steer how someone thinks of you after they meet you. The power of suggestion is an awesome tool when used properly.
Its funny because they think they are messing up what I have going on, when actually it has no effect, except for confusing the hell out of me.
Hatred is bad mmmmmmmk.
Please, in the future if you know nothing about me please keep your mouth shut.
Seek the truth and ye shall find it.
Believe lies and rumors, and you become part of the lies and rumors.
There are two people I blame for spreading lies about Heather and I.
I have never done anything to you, hell I have never met you.
WHY must you be this way? Karma is a bitch, and I'll laugh when it bites you in the ass.
You act like you are 16.
Grown up!
Don't go away mad, just go away, leave us alone, and quit stalking Heather and I.
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why i love dogs.
This morning, I was jolted to a sober state by my 2 dogs raising hell that somebody was in the driveway. NOT once but twice. I investigated at 5am. This sucked, because I'm sure it was the meth heads down the street scoping the joint out.
Then as Heather and I lay there, we could hear people screaming at each other.
We went out on the porch to listen to the meth heads fight.
So I called the law. Don't know if they did anything to them, but the were out in the street for 20 minutes talking to the deputy.
I am not real happy about being wide eyed and bushy tailed this morning I would rather have gone back to sleep. I couldn't, it pissed me off I wanted somebody to go to jail dammit.
I love my dogs because they alerted me about the situation. All the protection, even after I got them their rabies shot yesterday. They are good kids.
I brought them inside and fed them, because that the least I could do.
I found this online, and I found it appropriate, and touching.
-From a speech given by
Former Senator George Graham Vest
of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he
was acting as a lawyer in a suit against
a man who had killed the dog of his
client. -- He won the case.
ONE MAN'S SPECIAL TRIBUTE TO A DOG
The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish world,
the one that never deserts him,
the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous, is his dog.
A man's dog stands by him in prosperity
and in poverty,
in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground where
the wintery winds blow,
and the snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's
side. He will kiss the hand that has no
food to offer, he will lick the sores
and wounds that come in encounter with
the roughness of the world. He guards
the sleep of his Pauper master as if he
were a prince.
When all other friends desert,
he remains.
When riches take wings and reputation
falls to pieces, he is as constant in
his love as the sun in it's journey
through the heavens.
If misfortune drives the master forth
an outcast in the world, friendless
and homeless, the faithful dog asks
no higher privilege than that of
accompanying him to guard against
danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in it's
embrace, and his body is laid away in
the cold ground, no matter if all other
friends pursue their way, there by the
graveside will the noble dog be found,
his head between his paws, his eyes sad,
but open in alert watchfulness,
faithful and true, even in death.
I must have been at work...LOL
What was this all about? Did I miss something? lol.
Sorry about the to the 5th generation chit chat last night?
It's all RELATIVE hee hee!