Jennifer Love Hewitt

After all these years, I still want to have a relationship with Jennifer Love Hewitt.  That is all.

Hey im back

Hello friends.  This is your Old pal tiny here.  Bringing you new words to read.  Just chilling here outside of work during my lunch break.  Apparently a new pope was selected, which is interesting considering thr last pope was select nearly 8 years ago whilst I was pledging Into my fraternity. My how the time has passed.  New posts to come likely, including my review of bioshock infinite after March 30th. Enjoy your day all. -j

The creative side of Tiny.

Oh. Hello friends. James here, with a few words to say.

So I guess this is the start of a new James, went to the doctors today, so I guess my plan for self improvement begins today. I will start taking strolls through the park Monday's after work. If you want to join me feel free to contact me and we can arrange it..... Hopefully this changes my semi-dark outlook on life....


So, why we're all here for.... A segment of a short story I started in February and am considering working on, during my weight loss, exercising regiment, at least I should work on my mind, as well as my body.  So here's the opening to the as of now untitled tale. I think you may be interested in this...

He sat alone at a bar. It was the sixth of July, the beads of condensation ran down the bottle of his beer like sweat from a whores breasts. "What have I got myself into this time" he thought as he took another swig. His name was Jarvis McClaren. He was the son of Scottish immigrants, his father left home when he was six, and he moved to America with his mother Lucy. Jarvis had lived a hard life, growing up on the streets of San Francisco.

The jukebox kicked onto a new song as Jarvis finished the beer. It was nearly closing time, as Jarvis left the bar, he drew a cigarette from his packet and lit it with a match. as he walked out onto the sidewalk towards his apartment he thought of the case he was working on. A body had been found in the alley behind city hall. The victim was a 28 year old male who had been cut up into quarters.
This was Jarvis' first case working as a private investigator. He had taken the case from a friend of his who knew the victim. The victim was a regular guy, he worked as a janitor at an elementary school as he worked on his graduate thesis in education. Something was amiss thought Jarvis as we went over the dossier about the victim. His name was Phillip Jones. 

Jarvis walked into his apartment, it was a studio. He threw a tv dinner into the oven and sat down on his couch. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and turned on the television. He watched the news, hoping to find out any information in regards to the case.  Tomorrow Jarvis thought, he would  go investigate the family of Jones, and look around his apartment. maybe there he could find some clues.



So there you have that... feel free to give comments, or jibes, or whatever, maybe we can work on something together....

Fucking bollocks.

Well. Here I am again dear readers. Another post, another day. Feeling really glum today.  I haven't heard back from this girl I've been corresponding with in a few days and nothing was ever said to make me think that they weren't interested. Oh well such is life. Work has been getting pretty interesting. Lots of new and hopefully good changes are coming and I am.really excited to see what comes with it. Bit that's pretty much it.

Good Lord

Ugh. After waiting for a bus for an hour I am finally on one. And guess what?  Its not moving! I can't bloody believe this. Oh well. That's the great thing about the MBTA.

Oh look. Yet another stupid blog,

Good day to you!

I suppose you are wondering why I am starting this blog. Well, I don't know. Probably to vent frustrations from work, life, love and all the typical bullshit you get from these blogs these days. Of course I will try to spruce things up with comedy bits and writing from me.

So let us begin.....

It is June 17th, 2011. I have been graduated from High School for 10 years this month, Jesus Christ am I surprised on how much things have changed. I really didn't picture myself being here then. (Actually I did, but that is besides the point) I am glad to report that I still have hair after all this time, I wonder how many of my peers can still say the same. I'm looking at you jock redneck who used to pick on me who now looks like Mr. Hand from Fast Times.

Living here in Boston has really opened my mind up. I used to hate living in the country. Now I kind of miss it. There was a certain quality that I am missing. Actually I am not. The city is great. It is nice to see the Bruins finally win a cup in my lifetime, even though if they are my second favorite team. I have been to more live Celtics games then I ever went to High School sporting events put together. Of course, school didn't rape me with the prices of beer, but still 3 bucks for a can of Pepsi is still pretty brutal.

I'm pretty pissed off today. I miss having a girlfriend on days like this. I really wish I didn't fuck things up like I did, but oh well. That's life. We all make stupid mistakes, but nothing is ever permanent. Well other than tattoos and herpes, but that's another story. 
Reflecting on me being single now has probably made me be a better person come the next time around. I am a little older now. A little wiser.

Well if people wanna see stuff on here let me know. I am going to try to update every few days or so.

In closing, I have been talking to one someone who I went to high school with who I never really talked to at the time. I really wish I spoke with them now. This person has really opened up my eyes to a possible potential that I could be, and I thank them for giving me the courage to start this, and hopefully turn into something that has substance and meaning rather than a stream of consciousness that these first blog posts usually turn out to be.
High school fucking sucked. We all know this. But as we get older, we realize the people that we didn't think about may have been the ones who would have opened the doors to perception for us. I have a feeling that could be true in my case.

Looking back on things, I really wish I didn't fuck around so much, in high school and in college. I should have been better, but oh well. We live and we learn. Here I am now, nearly 29, no kids, no wife or girlfriend, overweight and likely an alcoholic. Just more things I need to bust out from. I am still young, but I will never be the Orson Wells person I wanted to be when I graduated. Filmmaking while near and dear to my heart will likely never pan out. Writing and cooking however may.

Anyway I digress. More to follow. Maybe recipes, maybe stories, who knows. As I say feel free to critique as you see feet. You know how to reach me.

Just remember that we are only here for a finite amount of time. Once we're gone we are nothing more than worm food. Just try to live  good life, love you friends and every day will be a blessing. There's nothing else after we die, everything we strive for should be in this life. The sooner mankind realizes that and joins together in peace and harmony, the sooner we can end the conflict that we have as a nation.