(This post would not be possible without the help of our friends from Sopipo)I think I'm kinda stuck in between being thankful for everything I've got & being dreadfully sick of rest of the things in my life. When I look at everyone around me, I always get into a mental tussle with myself.
Me: Man, I really want what you got. It'll be real nice to have that.
Everyone else: We want whatever the fuck you're having too. Now fuck off.
At the risk of sounding like a pathetic little tool, I'm really beginning to feel that progression has come to a halt. Personally, it drains away any enthusiasm I have for those little things in life that I love doing.
You know how in some movies, you'll get a scene with this fucking guy (its usually a guy) in it. His idea of killing the protagonist is by sneaking up or better yet, breaking into the poor fucker's house & turning on the gas stove; filling up the whole fucking joint so by the time our hero arrives, any spark would trigger (cut to the long shot of a house sitting in the middle of fuck-all) a big explosion (same long shot, same house, different kinds of fuck-all).
For some of us, we kinda live in that scene. You are either the "arsonist", the soon-to-be dead guy, the fire or the house. Right now, I feel like I'm the house. Only problem is, the flame is either late or gone. Nothing happens. Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Really, ain't that a load of shit.
Ok, fine.
Let's see.
X-Factor is back for 2010. Final 12 is upon us. God, it's a real good guilty pleasure.
United. Away games. Are. Awful.
UFC 121: Lesnar vs Velasquez on Oct 23. The card is stacked as hell. Alot of really interesting fights.
iPhone apps are everywhere. But the fact that somebody came up with Fart Girl is funny as hell.
Honestly, Salt suck. Stone, please don't suck!
I got a second-hand copy of this book for $2. Honest.
Work's a bitch. Just like the rest of us. I enjoy change but I hate the difference.
I miss rainy, stay-home weekends.
(Fuckin' sentimental fag!)
Excuse my language.
Peace.
