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"Need You Now" Lady Antebellum |
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Define Big. What is not small?
( Can You Feel The Music?! )
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[28 Jan 2011|06:58pm] |
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"Don't Fear The Reaper" Blue Oyster Cult |
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You realize saying that day in and day out can make a sane person lose it? I should know I'm a full time DJ at one of San Frans popular night clubs: Ruby Skye. As a full time DJ I think I may have said that one line done more than 20,000 times between playing music. That's a lot considering how many times the club gets fill of people wanting to dance and drink. Anyway hi this is my lame intro to this as much as I despise writing stuff on here I'm opening myself up to new and exciting things as my staff says.
So here it goes for starters my name is Jordan David, or just JD, or Jofo or whatever else kind of name you can convey at the moment out of pure exhilaration and I was raised near by in San Diego for my whole life. Story has it that my parents Karen and Carl aren't really my parents. I found out about a few years ago when I asked them why I didn't have my 'dad' Carl's last name. Come to find out I'm not really their child though they of course consider me as one I was told I had to keep my name Jordan. Otherwise I would have been named 'Barney or Fred.' Yeah...real hot names for a man I know. Makes chicks just want to drop their panties at the mention of it. As for the last name...well this is where it gets sticky.
O'Connell- def: the grandson of O'Conall (high; powerful); the descendant of Conall (hound; valour). Or related to of Irish decent. Or in this case my damn family were strangers to me and I had no actual fucking identity.
My parents aren't Irish. Yet I am?? To make a long story short I had plans on meeting my biological mother. Part of me was pissed for allowing her to give me away and not keeping me. Another part is grateful I am where I am for a reason. Then there is my brother. I'm his younger sibling. Try six minutes younger. I had only heard things about him and wonder if I'm really connected to this loco. My luck hasn't been too good to me I'm pretty certain he's my blood and what makes it worse is when I get stopped for something he did. Its kinda funny actually...I mean here is my brother the big top celebrity working in an actual radio station and doing his band thing getting his music around and I play his stuff at the clubs yet no one would have known.
I'm a simple man with simple needs. I never lived in a ritzy building, never tried sample foods with names I can't even pronounce and the closest I came to meeting a celebrity was the ice cream man selling weed down the block. Yet I turn on the radio and I can hear 'my voice' there. I flip through magazines and see 'me' standing before celebrities I would die to even shake their hands with. And yet I'm working a 9 to 5 job or well take 8 to 4 its a night job, trying to make ends meet. What a life huh?
I gotta get off this thing before the waves set in. A nice swim in the water will cool me off till this whole thing passes.
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