Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Land of the Meh...
I'm in such a bad mood today. Work is boring, and I'm enforcing no workouts this week cuz I'm trying to let my body heal (note, no workouts means only 2 workouts in my world. Close enough). I need to find something to keep my brain occupied before it explodes. Bang!!!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Fail!
Well that didn't work out. At least I got a pic before meeting her. Geez, this is a side of things that I don't like being on. It's really not my personality type to pass judgement on others. Seriously though, I like to think I'm pretty lenient about body types I consider "normal". Somewhere around the developement of the second chin, I start to loose interest. Bah, you win again internet. You win again.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
What Voodoo Is This?
What is this strange voodoo you wield? Man, I hope you are as hot in person as you are on the phone. I don't think that's too much to ask for, right? One can only hope.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
I'd Rather Live A Life Of Freedom...
Than Life As A Boss...
The other day I was at a gas station getting money, when I noticed a Lexus pull up. I starred at it for a moment, and thought to myself that there's just an inherent difference between the philosophy behind that vehicle, and something I would drive. I mean, dude's car was hooked up. It was definitely looking nice, but just nothing you would ever see me in. That's when I thought to myself "I'd rather live a life of freedom, than life as a boss."
I think that explains a big part of my philosophy on life. I don't like being tied down. It also explains my obsession with driving fast, motorcycles, and sports cars. For me, it's never been about an image, I really do just love the feeling such things provide. I'm sure there's validity to the boss mentality, or any one of the many other ways of approaching life. Am I the only one out there that sometimes questions if I made the right choice in what I choose to stand for? I don't know, but at least I'll look like a bad ass riding a motorcycle.
Zoom Zoom.
The other day I was at a gas station getting money, when I noticed a Lexus pull up. I starred at it for a moment, and thought to myself that there's just an inherent difference between the philosophy behind that vehicle, and something I would drive. I mean, dude's car was hooked up. It was definitely looking nice, but just nothing you would ever see me in. That's when I thought to myself "I'd rather live a life of freedom, than life as a boss."
I think that explains a big part of my philosophy on life. I don't like being tied down. It also explains my obsession with driving fast, motorcycles, and sports cars. For me, it's never been about an image, I really do just love the feeling such things provide. I'm sure there's validity to the boss mentality, or any one of the many other ways of approaching life. Am I the only one out there that sometimes questions if I made the right choice in what I choose to stand for? I don't know, but at least I'll look like a bad ass riding a motorcycle.
Zoom Zoom.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Breathe...
One and then the two. Two and then the three. Three and then the four. Then you gotta BREATHE.
So I went running this morning. At the gym, not like out doors. I figured if I'm going to wake up an hour or more before I have to, I might as well actually do something with the time. So today, was a nice little 2 mi. run. Let's see if I can make a habit out of this. I wouldn't mind doing it maybe 2 or 3 times a week. We'll see how it goes.
So I went running this morning. At the gym, not like out doors. I figured if I'm going to wake up an hour or more before I have to, I might as well actually do something with the time. So today, was a nice little 2 mi. run. Let's see if I can make a habit out of this. I wouldn't mind doing it maybe 2 or 3 times a week. We'll see how it goes.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
You Fucking Slay Me...
You're crazy hot.
You're adorably cute.
Your smile is like my currency.
Seriously, I tried to buy things with it
but all I could get was happiness and sunshine.
Your tits are phenomenal.
You drive me totally crazy.
I can barely contain myself.
You turn my world upside down, and my brain into mush.
You pull the ground out from under me, and not just the immediate area,
like earthquakes,
I mean the whole planet.
I was floating for three days until I hit pluto.
Your presence is beautiful.
Your being is art.
Your aura is like sunshine.
I guess what I'm trying to say is,
You fucking slay me.
You're adorably cute.
Your smile is like my currency.
Seriously, I tried to buy things with it
but all I could get was happiness and sunshine.
Your tits are phenomenal.
You drive me totally crazy.
I can barely contain myself.
You turn my world upside down, and my brain into mush.
You pull the ground out from under me, and not just the immediate area,
like earthquakes,
I mean the whole planet.
I was floating for three days until I hit pluto.
Your presence is beautiful.
Your being is art.
Your aura is like sunshine.
I guess what I'm trying to say is,
You fucking slay me.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Killed Me With A Sword...
Mal. Guy killed me, Mal. He killed me with a sword. How weird is that?
Well, more like she killed me. She slayed me. She turned my whol eworld upside down. Even after knowing her for months, she makes me nervous.
I fall apart around her. Loose my cool. She was my favorite addiction. Why do I do this to myself? I dunno'. Guess that's why they call it an addiction.
So I did a weird thing this morning. I called her to leave a vocemail saying goodbye, but I did it half in the poetic way I do things. Like I had to write it down because I didn't trust myself to remember what I wanted to say. Even better, I had to leave a second message, cuz I didn't read the first one right, and I'm sure it totally diluted my words... I couldn't have that. It kind of made my day because it was unusually bold for me. Hell, I think it's unusually bold for anyone. How often do we step outside ourselves and say exactly what we feel to someone with out fear of recourse. Simply put, I was like fuck it. I'm never going to see her again. So bitter sweet end. What better way to end a friendship crush? None I can think. Goodbye to my fav girl in NorCal.
Until the next one comes...
Well, more like she killed me. She slayed me. She turned my whol eworld upside down. Even after knowing her for months, she makes me nervous.
I fall apart around her. Loose my cool. She was my favorite addiction. Why do I do this to myself? I dunno'. Guess that's why they call it an addiction.
So I did a weird thing this morning. I called her to leave a vocemail saying goodbye, but I did it half in the poetic way I do things. Like I had to write it down because I didn't trust myself to remember what I wanted to say. Even better, I had to leave a second message, cuz I didn't read the first one right, and I'm sure it totally diluted my words... I couldn't have that. It kind of made my day because it was unusually bold for me. Hell, I think it's unusually bold for anyone. How often do we step outside ourselves and say exactly what we feel to someone with out fear of recourse. Simply put, I was like fuck it. I'm never going to see her again. So bitter sweet end. What better way to end a friendship crush? None I can think. Goodbye to my fav girl in NorCal.
Until the next one comes...
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