Apologies to all who know this story

so a long time ago I met this girl. She was this friendly little dancer, gorgeous, but nothing special without her personality. And after months of being sheepish I finally talked to her. It went well, so we decided to try to go on a date in the future...

I should backtrack a little. (for those of you who don't know the world looks really different from the otherside of an esspresso bar.) everytime she came in I would talk to her while I made her drink. It was always apparent we both sorta liked eachother. But we never talked when I was off the clock. Then I met another cute girl one day when Esther (the first girl, who's name I still didn't know at the time) wasn't at the shop, and I was just getting a cup of coffee. This girl had the worlds coolest dog, a boxer named Nayia (sp?). I think I fell more in love with the dog than the girl... Damn that was a cool dog. So I began to talk to the girl with the dog. After about 2 hours I realized... DUHN DUNH DUHN!!!!
it was Esther.

sorry the last part wasn't important but does make for an interesting twist in the story. So anyways we finally go on our first date after I asked her out in the middle of a rush. I was so happy to hear the word yes that I forgot to ask her phone #. So for a coupla months nothing happened, the date was good, it coulda been spectacular. The entire first part was sweet and romantic and cooler than any teen movie ever created. But almost all of you have heard that part. I just should've quit earlier instead of trying to eat at every closed restaurant in town.
well about a week or so ago, I run into Esther at the store and we begin to talk not really ever mentioning our date fiasco. Turns out, she has a new job out at the end of 281 north (Johnson city to be exact), and she's also breeding her dog sometime in the fall. So I begin to talk about possibly adopting a puppy, and she invites me to come up and visit her at her job, and hang out sometime in the future.
now IM not real sure that I am reading the situtuation right, and frankly I don't care cuz the truck I'm driving till I get my car back cant make it that far. But I want to go visit her once I get my car back. im just not real sure it would be the intelligent thing to do.

sometimes I can be real foolish. I just thought it would be an entertaining story for some of you, and an interesting look into my hear for those of you who don't know much about me.
also worth mentioning today. Ana recently posted the most touching thing anyone has ever said to me, and I am at a total loss for words to respond with, suffice it to say thankyou hardly covers it. I love you too. That is all for now.

22 questions... I know it says 'Twenty Questions' but I added two to make it my age.

Twenty Questions

How are you today?
Fine... and how do you do?

Do you like your job?
Starbucks is an ok job, the best job is working with customers, so yeah.

Is it possible to get to know God?
He says 'Hi.', and to make sure that we clean our mess before we leave.

What kind of meat is this?
mmm... turkey, with bacon

What are the best methods of teaching reading?
to encourage imagination. a mind that can entertain itself will read for pleasure.

Where were you born, and where do you live now?
in San Antonio

What does your mom refer to you by?
Shannon, SW, and sometimes baby

What makes someone a "sell-out"?
trading your beliefs for the comforts of being normal

If the World was ending tomorrow, who would you kick it with tonight?
aside from my bestfriend Ana, I'd like to spend time with my friend Esther and her dog... mainly her dog, my friend roach (no drug relation) and perhaps my brother

What book is your Bible? And you can't pick the Bible.
the Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstien

If you ate pasta and antipasta, would you still be hungry?
yeah, id want some Peroni, and a tiramusu to wash it all down with.

If someone opens fire at a busy McDonalds, which would save more lives -- phoning the police quickly or a couple of armed customers?
Guns! lots of them! and no questions asked if the drive through guy is hit in the crossfire.

People keep writing that in a small group, Al Gore can be charming, natural and witty. How small does the group have to be?
about this big "."

A tiger, its left eye is blind, now, on its left side and right side, each has a pile of grasses, so, which side it will choose?
Does it matter? Tigers don't eat grass.

Do you know any restaurants in London that will serve a vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner?
only americans celebrate thanks giving

Do they have potato chips in Europe? Do they taste the same as ours?
no i think they have fries

Do you sing along to ad jingles?
its just like Britney Spears, only you have to buy shit at the end of the song

What Can You Do for Us That Other Candidates Can't?
i can sleep for extended periods (hibernate?)

What are you wearing?
Karate pants, and nothing else that could stop the fan from cooling me off. (my room is about 82*F)

"poem" credit to Classen for the concept. apologies to all for the confusion.

a quandry, riddles.
hints of whispers.
THE WRONG WORD!
too many thoughts;
too many thoughts.
Id: the argument of self.
Ego: the selfless argument.
conflicting intentions - Enthusiasm...
mine? THEIRS? OURS?

sometimes i play with words. sometimes they play with me. today my heart yelled at my mind.

there is much to be understood by feeling.

eh... I'm not too happy with my version of the Lorax. Iambic pentameter is easier to work with when you start with an un-rhymed, un-matched concept...
I feel like I just attempted to stick a round peg in a square hole.
Lemme know what you think, and if anyone has a better suggestion for either a different story, or a easier approach I would enjoy trying those as well. Send me your thoughts.

Lorax

so yeah... like I mentioned on Ana's page i am trying to recreate the bard's style and apply it to Dr. Suess.
time began: 11:43pm
Yon Lorax

yon lorax of noble soul, did reside at the far end of towne.
nestled 'pon a bed of grickle grass, upon a stump of aged tuftla.
sits the abode of the Oncler of olde.
across yon arid plane waft the sour breeze bearing the cry of the tuftla trees.

If thou should seek to know of this place, its bowels heaved askew.
thou must seek the Oncler.
from a purse, provide that which is sought. a shell, a nail, and coins afew.
Into a device of greatest secrecy the whisperer shall whisper.

This noble tube shall he impart with the knowledge:
'The Lorax lived before the thoughts man had turned towards this land.'
with a pause of noble intent, and a breath as if he was spent, he spake thus:
'As a lad I came to this land, of tuftaluft trees, so far untouched by human hand.
A cough, as if the gods sought his soul. Somberly continued my aged sage.
'Yon land was as a maid, skin fair and sweet smelling hair.'
Upon this cursed abyss I now stood, cold as a grave. No, for not but my beliefs would one embrace this tale...

And yet I listened: for the counsel of fools is to ignore days of olde.
I listened and heard a tale of things untold.

Upon his finish, naught was offered, neither drink, nor food, nor rest.
For the road called, the soul wept, and this land did cry to be blest.
Lo, even the grave of a hundred kinsmen hath no more somber note than my cry of silence.

time finished 12:54am

So yeah... I rode bikes with Ana today and she kicked my ass, I thought I was doing OK until we stopped and I asked her how I was doing... Silence (for those of you who don't know us, I can tell the difference between every type of silence you'll ever hear from Ana). So I asked 'that bad?' and the only reply was 'a little slow, but...' now I knew where this was going... So I asked how slow. Then she said it. She looked at me and said 'well I was riding and thinking to myself wow look there's scenery on these trials.' that's when I knew I was fucked.

As most of you know I've been having transportation problems.. (I'm not at liberty to talk about what's up with my car... but lets just say in a few months I may be really pissed at my insurance.) back on the subject though, as soon as we got home from our ride I began to clean the mud out of my bike, ( the mud was fantastic ) and once I had cleaned out the gears I lubed the chain up and went for a quick spin around the street to get all the gears properly oiled. As I was shifting back through the gears my derialer and my gripshift unit simultaneously broke. meaning I can blame my poor riding on the bike :) only problem with this is now I have to spend $70 to fix my bike, and the shop says its too old to upgrade it to a suspension without considerable expense. So now I finally have people to ride with if I get better, just not equipment to keep up with them... I even just found out that one of the riders likes to go about my speed, so I can say even that is not a problem.

eh, you win some... Wait no you don't.
you just lose most of them.
now someone ask about my car, there's a new twist in that story and nobody believes it.

Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll

Yesterday was Saint Pats.
I was sober.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Forsome reason I have taken it upon myself to be a better person. while most would think it cause for celebration; I myself believe it to be the product of too much time on my hands. If anyone out there knows of a cure for this ailment I call responsibility please share it with me ( neat is fine but I prefer on the rocks ).
some of my friends think well of me for coming to grips with what they call a god life. I on the other hand find that a good life is toomuch like being English, and Irishmen don't like the English. That said I think I shall begin with my love life. I prefer women, if you know one send her my way... That's about all for my sex life. Finally I am on to the last part of me to need improvement, I need some rock-n-roll... nuff said.

I thank you all for your support in this matter, and with dedication and preserverence I shall be well on my way back to a life of Riley. ('cuz I'm Irish!)

If post something about the script it will help me finish writing it... I promise something interesting in the morning sleep and dreams shall occupy me for now

Lucky.

Here is a brief glimpse at a scene from the movie I have written. It is copyrighted so I am not to worried about posting it here, but if you see it anywhere else let me know and I will kill them.

the premise is the 3 are talking about several love affairs gone wrong. Shannon just dumped Faye and failed with Lucky. Thomas dumped Gwen and is about to meet Lisa. Luckys name is a running gag throughout the script.
Shannon
Scene 9:
int. somewhere.
Shannon, Carl and Thomas play chess.
Shannon: so, how did things go with Gwen?
Thomas: (matter of fact) never saw her again.
Shannon: what the hell!? I thought that she was the reason all this began.
Thomas: sorta...
Shannon: (moves piece) you bishops in check.
Thomas: (studies board, moves checking Shannon’s queen) It was more about me calming down, and you learning to live a little. (points) check your queen. (pause) How about you and Faye?
Shannon: over. (Blocks move with pawn)
Thomas: who ended it? (takes pawn)
Shannon: I did, your move.
Thomas: (points) no, I just moved... are you trying to kill your queen?
Shannon: enough. (moves queen into another check) I don’t need her
Thomas: I think you should take that back.
Shannon: fuck her!
Thomas: (interrupting) Faye or the queen?
Shannon: (stunned silence)
Thomas: I was talking about your last move, you moved your queen into check again.
Shannon: (looks up) I AM KING HENRY THE 8TH! and I say OFF WITH THE BITCHES HEAD! (knocks queen over)
Thomas: ... so she dumped you?
Carl:I can see neither of you will be useful tonight.
Shannon:Actually I need a drink
Carl:Thomas?
Thomas:Sounds good to me.
Carl:Then you buy, (points at Thomas) I choose, and you shut up. (points at Shannon)

cut:
the three now stand outside a bar with “Lucky’s” flashing in neon above the door


Shannon:Asshole.
Carl:(Laughs)Actually I found this place months ago; this just makes it more fun.
Thomas:So if it’s not to fuck with Shannon why are we here?
Carl:Because I want you to meet a friend of mine
Enter Lisa.Lisa:Welcome to Lucky’s… any drinks for you gentlemen?
Carl:In a moment; first, I’d like to introduce you two. Lisa meet Thomas, Thomas meet Lisa. Shannon, Lisa; Lisa, Shannon. (points at Shannon) Go find us a table.
Lisa:I have a nice one open by the bar.
Thomas:A bar seat will be fine, we don’t plan on staying
Carl:Actually we’d like a table.
Lisa:We have a seats open in either place.
Carl:The table will be fine, and tell your manager that you have some visitors
Lisa:(looks around the bar, it’s dead) Yeah. I think I can do that. (exits)
Carl:(sits at table)Thomas, you spend too much time with the wrong people. It’s time you understood that a woman is to be treasured, and did something to make a relationship last.
Shannon:And this requires a table?
Thomas:Or does this require Lisa?
Carl:Bingo.
(Lisa returns with tray of four drinks and sits)
Lisa:I thought I would bring the house specialty, my treat.
Thomas:Thanks

more to come

So yeah, I have pics, and a survey about me. That's pretty good considering all things, please keep in mind some of the answers on the survey are from my past when I wasn't the same Shannon you know... And it just happens that Ana is the person I am in contact with the most.
that reminds me, Nicole your right... Damn I need some lovin' its been too long and when I'm not so tired I will tell the story of the tease that never was. Till then I leave it to your imaginations. :)

so yeah a survey sounds fun...

Yes, I should also be doing some better with my time.

{x} what's your full name? Shannon Wayne O'Dowd
{x} what are your nicknames? 'The Guy'
{x} how old are you? 21, almost 22
{x} when is your birthday? 4-24-82
{x} how tall are you? almost 5'6"
{x} what color are your eyes? black with a little brown
{x} where were you born? San Antonio, TX
{x} where do you live now? San Antonio
{x} piercings? none
{x} tattoos? nope
{x} do you get along with your parents? no
{x} can you do anything freakish with your body? I can lick my elbow and hang from my toes
{x} when is your bedtime? between midnight and 2
{x} what size shoe are you? 11
{x} have you ever been arrested? came close in Hill Country Village
{x} who's your role model? Ana Banana
{x} what is the best thing you have done? not caved in to those who say i cant make it
{x} what type of shampoo/conditioner do you use? American Crew, and Curly Sexy Hair
{x} do you have any pets? A crack addict cat named Baby, and the memory of my dog Goose
{x} do you have any siblings? John 18 or 19
{x} nationalities? French, Irish, Italian
{x} what is your astrological sign? taurus

Y O U R P R E F E R E N C E S
{x} serious or be funny? funny
{x} coke or pepsi? Coke
{x} whole or skim milk? whole
{x} single or taken? desperatly single
{x} simple or complicated? Simple pleasures for simple minds :)
{x} law or anarchy? anarchy... and sex lots of sex
{x} flowers or angels? roses, white roses.
{x} grey or gray? gray
{x} read or write? OOOH this one's tough... read, no write (I think).
{x} color or black-and-white photos? BLack and white
{x} sunrise or sunset? sunset
{x} m&m's or skittles? skittles
{x} rap or rock? rock. unless its a phenomenal rap song
{x} stay up late or wake up late? both are good, but I prefer sleeping in
{x} tv or radio? radio
{x} is it pop or soda? coke
{x} eat an apple or an orange? orange
{x} what came first the chicken or the egg? toaster
{x} dead or alive? alive
{x} tall members of the opposite sex or short? short, but there are always exceptions
{x} emerald or ruby? emerald
{x} left or right? right, unless im writing
{x} ten acquaintances or one best friend? best friend
{x} high or drunk? drunk, but not too drunk
{x} green beans or carrots? Green Beans
{x} low fat or fat free? extra fat for flavor
{x} what is your biggest fear in the world? to go through life unloved
{x} kids or no kids? kids
{x} cat or dog? dog
{x} mustard or ketchup? ketchup
{x} hard cover books or soft cover books? soft
{x} newspaper or magazine? newspaper... better cartoons.
{x} sandals or sneakers? sandals
{x} wonder or amazement? wondering. i never stop.
{x} red car or white car? white
{x} happy and poor or sad and rich? happy and poor
{x} singing or dancing? dancing
{x} hugging or kissing? nothing beats a real hug, excpet the prefect kiss
{x} purple or green? green like shamrocks
{x} a year of hot sex or a lifetime of friendship? whoa... friendship all the way
{x} mcdonalds or burger king? BK.
{x} winter/summer/fall/spring? fall
{x} gloves or mittens? gloves
{x} chicken or fish? chicken

Y O U R F A V O R I T E
{x} number? 21
{x} holiday: my birthday
{x} radio station? anything with rock
{x} place? my bed
{x} flower? white ones
{x} scent? vanilla
{x} if you could be anywhere, where would you be? in the arms of a loved one... especially a friend
{x} what would you be doing there? being content
C U R R E N T S
{x} current clothes: pj bottoms, and a micheal Jackson T
{x} current mood: content... mostly
{x} current taste: good wine.
{x} current annoyance: my family, my insurance and my own ineptness
{x} current smell: good wine
{x} current thing you ought to be doing: sleeping
{x} current worry: everything... hence the wine
{x} current sound: keyboard tapping and Tool
{x} current fav food: i dont know.. maybe benigans porchchops, with rice o'riley and garlic mashed potatoes
{x} current fav shoes: either my pumas, or the cowboy boots John just gave me
{x} current fav TV show: Chapelles show
{x} current fav movie: Boondock Saints, or Big Trouble

L A S T P E R S O N
{x} you touched? Ana
{x} you talked to? Ana
{x} you hugged? Ana
{x} you instant messaged? Ana
{x} you kissed? n/a its kinda sucked lately
{x} you yelled at? dad
{x} you laughed with? Ana

H A V E Y O U / A R E Y O U / D O Y O U
{x} considered a life of crime? only if its glorious, and lucrative
{x} considered being a gigolo? sadly yeah, not too seriously but yeah it was an option.
{x} split personalities? no
{x} schizophrenic? no...
{x} obsessive? I can be, but over only a very few things (and you know you are too)
{x} obsessive compulsive? im doing this aren't I?
{x} panic? i seldom panic, but i worry constantly
{x} anxiety? that would be worry ( see above)
{x} depressed? yeah.
{x} dream of mutilated bodies? not in a while, and not mine.
{x} understanding? I'd like to think so. I try my best.
{x} open-minded? yep
{x} insecure? not really
{x} interesting? i seem to entertain a few people now and then
{x} friendly? its my redeeming quality
{x} smart? In some things.
{x} moody? yeah, but not without reason
{x} independent? only in spirit
{x} hard working? when I get motivated enough
{x} organized? not a chance
{x} healthy? More than I was three months ago
{x} difficult? I can be pretty damn stubborn.
{x} attractive? I hope so, i do my best
{x} bored easily? ADD. nuff said
{x} responsible? Depends on the matter.
{x} talkative? Absolutely
{x} different? Yes and no.
{x} lonely? Occasionally, but its usually my fault
{x} color your hair? not yet, and probably never
{x} have a boyfriend or girlfriend? i cant even keep a pet currently
{x} ever get off the computer? yeah

H A V E Y O U E V E R
{x} fallen for your best friend? yeah, hard, at first it was bad, now its good
{x} made out with JUST a friend? bear, chrissy, amber, heather, spoon, nichole, possibly ana and i think i forgot a few
{x} been rejected? last friday
{x} been in love? yeah, i still am, sorta in a different way than you mean
{x} used someone? in my past it was common but ive changed
{x} done something you regret? yeah, but not for the reasons i should

So yeah, yesterday I apparently rambled on about my anger with those who piss me off in a manner similar to Stalin on a bad hair day....

not much to say about it except sorry to those I offended, and those who weren't as entertained by my antics as usual. I wasn't feeling very colorful or I might have come up with something more entertaining than sodomizing with fake plastic house plants (which I might add was redundant). For some reason I've been at a loss for words with the situation, despite my rather verbose post.

in the future I promise that I will put more consideration into my words. Perhaps even use a thesaurus to find more colorful ways of expressing my disgust at a situation... But I was tired and had been on a rant all day and had used all of the good insults earlier. Still its no excuse. So in the spirit of setting things right I propose we all take time to identify those who piss us off in life; and feed their genitalia to a small, rabid pack of chihuahuas. It may not make things better between all of us, but it certainly beats... eh, nothing beats a small, rabid pack of chihuahuas.

Hell hath no fury... and I dont have a long enough rope

Eh! Ignore the title, for this shall be a rant of epic proportions...
I shall feast upon the flesh of those who have spited me
call it a whim but I really think certain people I encounter in life have overwhelming animosity towards me. so being the rabblerouser that you all love I have decided that I shall feast upon their first born then sodomize their friends with fake plastic house plants!

recently the number of people who seek to piss me off has risen steadily, and the pressure accept their cruelties and turn the other cheek has left me both bare-assed and embarrassed. So I stand her red cheeked and hurt wondering why I have caused such an uproar defending my honor. Strangely none of my friends have come to my aide, as the person with whom I seek to make amends with scares them. that is right I said make amends with you see I had first sought to repair whatever breech of courtesy had brought me into their disfavor. When this did not avail I had assumed things would improve with time, but after a year I have reached my limit this very night.
I am left to wonder where my friends are and how one person could convince most everyone I know that my loyalty to them all as friends is not worth defending. They all think this person is behaving juvenilely. Yet I am left to attempt to deal with this on my own.

I apologize to my best and closest friend Ana, because I know she hates when I do this... But enough is enough.
Now for the part the rest of you have been waiting for
Upon those who would piss me off (and there are many of you), I declare a truce... you have had time to consider it... But in the spirit of good will and fair sport is shall re-extend the offer should you choose that my friendship with you to not be of importance, I find no reason to not poop in your lunch! I find the notion that no one has told you what a foul person you are to be as offensive as your very presence. I cannot help but think about how you have striven to hurt me and others with nary a restraining hand from those you keep company with...

so in the spirit of broadening you mind, I offer to stick your head in a vise. In the habit of turning the other cheek, I propose we set you upon the pedestal you think you deserve and allow those you have wronged a chance to show you how it feels to be so carelessly dropped.

A warning to those who think this doesn't apply to them:
just because I have only addressed one specific wrong in my life and you are not it, doesn't mean that I will stop with righting only this one wrong...
Even if you haven't wronged me I find the cycle of allowing bullies to flourish appalling. You shall be next on my list. As for those corporate entities that encourage such foul practices, I shall be knocking n your respective doors as well.

Have you ever received good news that you just couldn't take at the time?
Friday one of my closest friends told me some of the best news in their life and I was flooded with every possible emotion that comes to mind. In a single instant I felt her joy, my sorrow, hope for the future, regret for the past; there is no way of explaining everything. I still don't know how I feel, suffice it to say I am very happy for her, and completely unsure of myself. In a single instant the realization of my current situation set in with the full force of being kicked in the gut ( OK, the kicked in the gut part may have been the three packs of girlscout cookies and six pack of cream soda I had consumed earlier beginning to churn in my stomach) and yet I don't feel she kicked me in the gut.

I think for the first time in my life I understand what it is to truly love someone and truly be in love with someone. And yet given the situation I cant help thinking this is wrong, we are only friends, and she has found happiness in another.... But love is the only word that seems to fit. So here I am possibly about to complicate the lives of two people I very much like and wish only the best for, simply by giving them the only blessing I know. I seem unable to sort out my own emotions and I find it fit to give blessing to what they are feeling. I have no idea what anyone will make if this... it is not my place to say anything, and yet I have to say the only reason I am happy for them is that I am in love with her in such a way that her happiness means everything to me. And yet on many levels I wouldn't feel as happy for her if the situation were different, and it was me in his place. I really cant explain that part, it is where the bulk of my confusion originates from. Suffice it to say for the present I a confused by these new feelings of joy for them... Their happiness is a stark contrast to the rest of what is going on in my life.

I am confused so very much by love right now that I couldn't tell you what any of this means. I apologize to those who find this awkward to read, I seldom share my thoughts on such intimate levels, but seeing everything typed out makes it easier for me to understand... I promise a return to the usual mindless drivel or something in the future, for now I just needed to think.
perhaps if I need more time to sort this out ill once again grant you an all access pass to my mind. But for now I think have confused even myself, I currently have no more words for you, or anything else. But I also am becoming more comfortable with the situations in my life, I just still have no idea what those words are. As this is already a verbose post I think it best to just say I have no idea what I am or have been saying for that matter, and stop wasting space.

congratulations, and good luck (you know who you are, and I know you don't like others to know who you are) we need to talk face to face, before my head explodes... That's all for today

Chernobyl

So I suppose this is mostly a unrelated topic, but I just read about the chernobyl reactor in someone's blog... man that shit sticks with you.
http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/page2.html
for those of you interested I have posted the link.

I don't have a reputation for caring about the environment, as a matter of fact I have never hugged a tree without trying to hump it. Nor have I ever complained about the trash of others unless it was a real eyesore, or cigarette butts inches from an ashcan. however having read the story of the town and seeing it in pictures from the point of someone similar to my self I can now fully understand the impact of irresponsibility and the lives of others.
I often deal with irresponsibility in my life, whether caused by myself or others.
infact I often am more willing to accept responsibility for the actions of others before dealing with the consequences of my own choices
I'm not sure my point here, whether I am angered by the sheer tragedy of the loss of all that was in Chernobyl from the pristine wilderness to the human lives still dying from radiation poisoning; or whether I am more appalled by the fact that such a disaster is possible through my own irresponsibility. Don't get me wrong I'm pretty sure I couldn't cause such devastation and chaos, but still I look at the damage one can cause in ones own life and think of this as a lesson.

currently in my life I have come to realize it is possible to pollute a relationship with toxic emotions just as quickly as any nuclear bomb
I'm sure this doesn't make sense really but right now I view parts of my emotional life a a wasteland of friendships gone awry trusts betrayed.
much like the desolate Russian wasteland known as chernobyl I view this as the result of irresponsibility. My recent experiences lead me to reform my friendships, and hope those who had initially chose to betray the responsibilities entrusted in a friendship seek reform.

and so I can only pray for the wasteland that is currently some of my friendships and also for the delicate wasteland that is in Russia.
may God heal us all

Today is an occasion of greatness...
Tomorrow is another day in the life of Shannon O'Dowd, meaning I have survived today! In the words of Darwin, I am superior to anybody that is not alive currently. I extend my sympathy to the families and friends of all who have passed on this fine day; and ask for a moment of silence.
'...'
Now, sound the trumpets, and bang the drums for I am alive and they are not!
It shall be a day of rejoicing (at least for me), and all should join me in the celebration of life.


it has been said that some one is looking out for me... as of last Thursday evening there is still no word as to whether or not said entity is above me or below me, but know this I am protected, and loved by someone.

so today, I feel like continuing my blog...
not sure what BLogstands for, but my friend Tony and I are of the mind set that BLog stands for 'Bitch Log' and so seeing i dont have anything to really bitch about instead of blogging I'm going to recite my current
state of mind:
Blank as in nothing in otherwords I have nothing to say other than that I apologize to anyone I offended with the 'Bitch Log' theory..
eh, sometimes you dig and get nothing.

good day to all.
shannon

So my first blog is this...
If this is supposed to be a place to speak freely and post my thoughts, why can't I put the apostrophe in my last name?
... I mean my name is Shannon O'Dowd, It's a very Irish name and im fuckin proud of it.

nuff said