September 12th, 2012

…loves me, loves me not…

September 5th, 2012


Let go.

August 23rd, 2012

I subscribe for the articles…

August 16th, 2012




Nojomo…this song is the tits

August 10th, 2012

Make the effort

August 8th, 2012

Whatever it is that you’re saying, doing, eating, smelling, rubbing, throwing, mowing, pooping, singing, slinging, cooking, loving, or believing. Half-assed effort caters to “What If…” regrets. Have you ever half-assed a baking recipe and ended up with inedible “edibles”? Do you really expect to get the same results from doing P5X instead of┬áP90X? This world is bizarre enough as it is, so knowing that you couldn’t have done anything more makes it easier to accept without having to understand.

We’re all capable of putting ourselves in the best position to succeed, so if you’ve decided that the job/body/guy/girl/life is worth pursuing, then you owe it to yourself to do just that.


Happy Monday

July 23rd, 2012

Be the dog, not the douche.

Too soon?

July 17th, 2012


Nope. Fuck that sick bastard.

…except when they are.

July 5th, 2012

Story Time: Buried Treasures

June 28th, 2012

Sandboxes were the tits when I was a kid. Digging holes, building castles, burying treasure maps, throwing sand at girls…just a grand ‘ol time. What I didn’t know at the ripe age of 5 was that sandboxes served another purpose for filthy cats.

Growing up, my brothers and I had the all-in-one playground structure in my backyard. One summer afternoon, my brothers and I were digging in the sandbox looking for treasures. What kind, you ask? Who knows, we were idiot kids with imaginations. Aside from the usual rocks, twigs, G.I. Joe body parts and Hot Wheels cars that we typically found, my older brother dug up a small brownish-black nugget that we hadn’t found before. It was lighter and softer than a rock, but darker than the sand. With the sight and touch test done, the next natural progression was smell. So we smelled it, and it smelled like poop. Literally, because, well, it was cat shit. Being the smarter of the 3 of us, I made the suggestion that it was poop. The other two gave it another smell or three before agreeing with my conclusion. Slightly embarrassed but still kids and brothers, we did what any trio of boys would’ve done…we threw the poop at each other.

The end.