Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
wtf is wrong with me
i like watching shows like this old house and reading economic articles all day long. i'm not as interested in sex as i once was when i was 15-25. its pretty fucked up. i used to be this super horn dog but i just don't feel that way anymore. i guess i'm looking for something more in life. something like true love. doesn't that sound super gay? WTF is wrong with me.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
michael bolton
someone had this song linked to their gmail account away message. what a goddamn buttery voice on michael bolton. this song has got to be an instant panty dropper. i bet chicks get mad wet when they hear this shit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-gxkqCR_No&feature=PlayList&p=74E0A907F0292DA8&index=29#
its like dis brother is speaking to the soul when you hear his voice.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-gxkqCR_No&feature=PlayList&p=74E0A907F0292DA8&index=29#
its like dis brother is speaking to the soul when you hear his voice.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
the fight against the police
so i went to brookline court for the first time in my life. i had gotten a parking ticket for parking there overnight. if you ever park in brookline go in knowing that they have some of the most screwed up parking laws ever. you can't ever park your car there from the hours of 2 am to 6 am any day of the week. if you want to park there between those hours you have to get a permit from the police. a police tagged up my car at 2:30 am in the morning and then came back at 4:45 am just to make sure the ticket was valid. FUCKER!!!
anyways. they never put the ticket on my car so i went into the court for the brookline parking ticket experience. it was a good experince in game theory. i could either lie and say i only parked there for one hour or two i could tell the truth and say that i never got the ticket. i choose to lie to the police officer.
things i learned. never lie to the police unless you have to. these guys are master lie detectors. they can smell bullshit as if it was cologne. i was highly impressed by the old mans ability to know i was lying. i actually respect him for calling me out on my heaping lumps of bs.
end of story is i spent an hour and paid the $45 ticket and went home feeling like poo because not only had i lied to another human being but i had to pay the $45 ticket.
which goes to thinking. when is it okay to lie? i think i would have felt great if i got away with the ticket if i had been able to pull of the lie.
resources if you want to know more about brookline ma parking.
http://www.brooklinema.gov/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&id=121&Itemid=643
anyways. they never put the ticket on my car so i went into the court for the brookline parking ticket experience. it was a good experince in game theory. i could either lie and say i only parked there for one hour or two i could tell the truth and say that i never got the ticket. i choose to lie to the police officer.
things i learned. never lie to the police unless you have to. these guys are master lie detectors. they can smell bullshit as if it was cologne. i was highly impressed by the old mans ability to know i was lying. i actually respect him for calling me out on my heaping lumps of bs.
end of story is i spent an hour and paid the $45 ticket and went home feeling like poo because not only had i lied to another human being but i had to pay the $45 ticket.
which goes to thinking. when is it okay to lie? i think i would have felt great if i got away with the ticket if i had been able to pull of the lie.
resources if you want to know more about brookline ma parking.
http://www.brooklinema.gov/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&id=121&Itemid=643
Monday, April 7, 2008
another day in the life
so i started car pooling. car pooling sucks but it also has its positive points. positive points: if you car pool for one year you can probably save over $1000. is that not freaking amazing??? with all that money i can go eat sushi and buy some new clothes. Bad points: i have to get up five minutes earlier and leave my house earlier.
you ever think about how important five minutes is? how come you always wish you had five more minutes right in the morning. and then when the end of the work day is coming you wish life would speed up five minutes. something funny about time. time blows.
worked a full day. got home from work. took a big dump. and now i'm going to bed. farewell world.
so i started car pooling. car pooling sucks but it also has its positive points. positive points: if you car pool for one year you can probably save over $1000. is that not freaking amazing??? with all that money i can go eat sushi and buy some new clothes. Bad points: i have to get up five minutes earlier and leave my house earlier.
you ever think about how important five minutes is? how come you always wish you had five more minutes right in the morning. and then when the end of the work day is coming you wish life would speed up five minutes. something funny about time. time blows.
worked a full day. got home from work. took a big dump. and now i'm going to bed. farewell world.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
it is amazing how anyone in the world with a computer at hand can have a voice. it is what you choose to do with that voice that counts. and i choose to rant and let myself go here online. why? because you will never know who i am.
for all its worth... you can create stories and write words of mischief online. it could all be false or it could all be true. but who would read false words from the heart.
another day in the life
i think writing about life is the most fascinating topic. i woke up. it was early as shit. like 5:00 AM. this is when i usually get up for work. it is piss as early. i fucking hate it. i go back to sleep. i have this strange as dream that i am with my cousin and he is with this black girl. i feel like this black girl is someone i have met before. someone i have had a five minute conversation with at a club. she is curvy and also taller than me. like 5 inches taller than me. so she is officially an amazonian. she comes out of my cousins room as if she has just had sex with him. then me and her start talking and i try to have sex with her. for some reason she just keeps on denying me. i get pissed off. i keep on trying but then my fucking 5:15 AM alarm goes off. fuck!!! i have to go to work. another shitty day at the office.
i drag myself out of bed and go take a shower. have to be clean for work. or do you? sometimes i like to wake up and not shower and go to work. i take some deodorant and just spray myself down and go to work. i know, i know... fucking filthy. i guess i just wanted to die and be filthy at the moment in my life. so i take a shower this morning. i think i want to smell good for work today. i have been feeling more motivated as of recently. now why is that? i think i owe it to these tapes i got. they are not self help tapes but these tapes you get at the library that teach you shit. i got these college lecture courses and have been listening to masters of capitalism series. a fascinating listen if you like money making moguls like myself. it is only an evolution to listen and be inspired by the richest mother fuckers to have ever walked the earth.
i'm at work. wow, how the fuck did i get there. you ever think that when you show up at work. you sit down at your desk and think "WHAT THE FUCK HAS BECOME OF LIFE???" yes, it is a sad feeling. it makes you sad in the pants. it makes you want to fucking cry. i shed a silent tear. but today is a good fucking day. for some reason i'm watching super bad at work today and eating bagels. i think... why can't work be like this every fucking day. this is amazing. am i dreaming. someone pinch me. someone fuck me... like that black lady in my dream this morning. so i finish the movie and get on the phones. yes, i am a phone bitch. like i said before "WHAT HAS BECOME OF MY LIFE???" i really don't know. i take phone calls until 12:30... then we have a fucking pizza party. love a pizza party.
tangent. my thoughts on pizza parties. i think they rank up there as top 3 parties. i would say new years day party equals number one. birthday party equals number two. pizza party at a close number three.
how to throw a perfect pizza party. get lots of pizza. make people compete to see who can eat the most slices of pizza. have lots of soda. proceed to eat lots of pizza and down it with soda until you feel like puking. if nobody pukes its not a party.
take more phone calls. man life fucking sucks. but there is always a glimmer of hope in life. there has to be. everybody needs there fucking zen zone in life. you are probably wondering... what is a zen zone. i'll tell you what zen zone is. it is that magical place where you retreat to when the world has got you down. it is how you cope with life. some people smoke weed. some people drink. some people have sex. i like sitting and breathing. that is my zen zone. it is how i cope with life. so i found this nice little spot at work and i go there and sit on a couch. they got this nice lounge set up at work which has four cushioned seats and a coffee table in the middle. the set up is surrounded by tropical trees. in front of the set up is a big window that allows me to stare outside. i like this place because i get to see sunlight. i think if you go enough days without seeing sunlight you become depressed. i think that is what made me depressed. not seeing sunlight. note to self... see more sunlight.
enough about the zen zone. i come home. i eat. i watch youtube. i go to reddit.com. i read about stories about politics. i'm not a political guy but i feel like this ron paul guy is pretty cool and good for this country. i've been following his campaign and how he's been getting fucked in the ass by the main stream media. he just doesn't get news coverage despite beating out other candidates in other areas. all you can think is WTF. what is going on. i don't know. i think the elections are rigged. i believe in UFO's. i believe in God. i must be crazy.
now i'm here. typing away at some type of bullshit post. well, hope you enjoyed it. take care and farewell all.
nofsadamos... sofadoscado en tu me mama... amen.
for all its worth... you can create stories and write words of mischief online. it could all be false or it could all be true. but who would read false words from the heart.
another day in the life
i think writing about life is the most fascinating topic. i woke up. it was early as shit. like 5:00 AM. this is when i usually get up for work. it is piss as early. i fucking hate it. i go back to sleep. i have this strange as dream that i am with my cousin and he is with this black girl. i feel like this black girl is someone i have met before. someone i have had a five minute conversation with at a club. she is curvy and also taller than me. like 5 inches taller than me. so she is officially an amazonian. she comes out of my cousins room as if she has just had sex with him. then me and her start talking and i try to have sex with her. for some reason she just keeps on denying me. i get pissed off. i keep on trying but then my fucking 5:15 AM alarm goes off. fuck!!! i have to go to work. another shitty day at the office.
i drag myself out of bed and go take a shower. have to be clean for work. or do you? sometimes i like to wake up and not shower and go to work. i take some deodorant and just spray myself down and go to work. i know, i know... fucking filthy. i guess i just wanted to die and be filthy at the moment in my life. so i take a shower this morning. i think i want to smell good for work today. i have been feeling more motivated as of recently. now why is that? i think i owe it to these tapes i got. they are not self help tapes but these tapes you get at the library that teach you shit. i got these college lecture courses and have been listening to masters of capitalism series. a fascinating listen if you like money making moguls like myself. it is only an evolution to listen and be inspired by the richest mother fuckers to have ever walked the earth.
i'm at work. wow, how the fuck did i get there. you ever think that when you show up at work. you sit down at your desk and think "WHAT THE FUCK HAS BECOME OF LIFE???" yes, it is a sad feeling. it makes you sad in the pants. it makes you want to fucking cry. i shed a silent tear. but today is a good fucking day. for some reason i'm watching super bad at work today and eating bagels. i think... why can't work be like this every fucking day. this is amazing. am i dreaming. someone pinch me. someone fuck me... like that black lady in my dream this morning. so i finish the movie and get on the phones. yes, i am a phone bitch. like i said before "WHAT HAS BECOME OF MY LIFE???" i really don't know. i take phone calls until 12:30... then we have a fucking pizza party. love a pizza party.
tangent. my thoughts on pizza parties. i think they rank up there as top 3 parties. i would say new years day party equals number one. birthday party equals number two. pizza party at a close number three.
how to throw a perfect pizza party. get lots of pizza. make people compete to see who can eat the most slices of pizza. have lots of soda. proceed to eat lots of pizza and down it with soda until you feel like puking. if nobody pukes its not a party.
take more phone calls. man life fucking sucks. but there is always a glimmer of hope in life. there has to be. everybody needs there fucking zen zone in life. you are probably wondering... what is a zen zone. i'll tell you what zen zone is. it is that magical place where you retreat to when the world has got you down. it is how you cope with life. some people smoke weed. some people drink. some people have sex. i like sitting and breathing. that is my zen zone. it is how i cope with life. so i found this nice little spot at work and i go there and sit on a couch. they got this nice lounge set up at work which has four cushioned seats and a coffee table in the middle. the set up is surrounded by tropical trees. in front of the set up is a big window that allows me to stare outside. i like this place because i get to see sunlight. i think if you go enough days without seeing sunlight you become depressed. i think that is what made me depressed. not seeing sunlight. note to self... see more sunlight.
enough about the zen zone. i come home. i eat. i watch youtube. i go to reddit.com. i read about stories about politics. i'm not a political guy but i feel like this ron paul guy is pretty cool and good for this country. i've been following his campaign and how he's been getting fucked in the ass by the main stream media. he just doesn't get news coverage despite beating out other candidates in other areas. all you can think is WTF. what is going on. i don't know. i think the elections are rigged. i believe in UFO's. i believe in God. i must be crazy.
now i'm here. typing away at some type of bullshit post. well, hope you enjoyed it. take care and farewell all.
nofsadamos... sofadoscado en tu me mama... amen.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
being filthy rich
as hard as i try to walk away from stacks of money it is the only thing on my mind. but it is more than just having crazy amounts of money. i want to go harder and to the next level. i don't think i am working hard enough. when you think about it to be the best at your craft and to creep up on the other best of the best you have to work hardcore. most people don't realize what hardcore means. they think that working 8 hours a day and doing your 40 is good. 40 is nothing. you gotta work 80 to tread water. and 80 isn't even enough. superstars... they work 110 hours a week. that is the day in age we live in. this day and age is about the stars. about the god status. living up there. living in the sky. and who wants to go there? i want to be there. i want to be there. do i really want it? it pretty much is a sacrifice of everything for your craft. you just have to sacrifice it all to gain something. to produce something great.
everyone talks about greatness but to achieve real greatness is dedication and hard work. there is no way around it. the more i think about it, the way to get to the top of your craft is a day in an day out grind. just grinding hard. it scares me. it scares me jumping off into the deep end and not knowing what will come out of it. but that is the way to do it. that is the way to fly. i want to fly. i want to achieve godlike status.
here is where the conundrum comes in. is this all there is to it? if this all there is to life and you want to achieve something superior and great than you invest all your chips for this life to produce one things that just blows the lids off of it all. this is my struggle. the belief in an afterlife makes you want to prepare for that which your eyes cannot see. your ears cannot hear. and you can't feel it or imagine it. something greater than your mind in the afterlife. and investing for it so that you can live a great great life... not on this planet but on that which is after here. I think about that part. just stacking my chips for the treasures in heaven. how much can i give in this life so i can get the big big rewards in the next. and the next life rewards are eternal instead of that which can rot like things in this world. the perfect world. it is a radical concept. i don't know if i buy it fully. and it is hard to sacrifice for that. i like the example of waking up from death and then seeing that YES YES YES!!! that afterlife is really real. and the actions you make today will make a difference to that which is going to be here tomorrow. how explosive would that be? that is something great and spectacular. i want a piece of that.
the world is full of things to blind you and pull you away from this dream. for all i know all that afterlife stuff could be crap. it could be bullshit. this could be all we have to live for. that scares me. but it also excites me to do more with my life. here on earth. what is that balance that we can have here. can't we just live in the fantasy world all day long. can't we just make it happen?
everyone talks about greatness but to achieve real greatness is dedication and hard work. there is no way around it. the more i think about it, the way to get to the top of your craft is a day in an day out grind. just grinding hard. it scares me. it scares me jumping off into the deep end and not knowing what will come out of it. but that is the way to do it. that is the way to fly. i want to fly. i want to achieve godlike status.
here is where the conundrum comes in. is this all there is to it? if this all there is to life and you want to achieve something superior and great than you invest all your chips for this life to produce one things that just blows the lids off of it all. this is my struggle. the belief in an afterlife makes you want to prepare for that which your eyes cannot see. your ears cannot hear. and you can't feel it or imagine it. something greater than your mind in the afterlife. and investing for it so that you can live a great great life... not on this planet but on that which is after here. I think about that part. just stacking my chips for the treasures in heaven. how much can i give in this life so i can get the big big rewards in the next. and the next life rewards are eternal instead of that which can rot like things in this world. the perfect world. it is a radical concept. i don't know if i buy it fully. and it is hard to sacrifice for that. i like the example of waking up from death and then seeing that YES YES YES!!! that afterlife is really real. and the actions you make today will make a difference to that which is going to be here tomorrow. how explosive would that be? that is something great and spectacular. i want a piece of that.
the world is full of things to blind you and pull you away from this dream. for all i know all that afterlife stuff could be crap. it could be bullshit. this could be all we have to live for. that scares me. but it also excites me to do more with my life. here on earth. what is that balance that we can have here. can't we just live in the fantasy world all day long. can't we just make it happen?
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