Sunday off

Sitting on my ass all day long on a Sunday... that's a lie. I just did what I wanted to do, got some exercise, ate a shitton of food, chilled with the famdamly and watched the finally of the walking dead. Can I just say that the walking dead is a soap opera guys can watch without being called gay? Although this is true I think it is so sick. I also think that I use this blog more like a journal then a philosophers handbook of advice like I have noticed most of you do. Chastise me if you must for having shorter, more scatterbrained posts but this is me, the real me, not some philosopher you are pretending to be.

You jelly?

People tell me all the time that I have what they want. Truth be told, I have worked my ass off for what I got. (yes I know improper English) Anyone can have what I have, but it's the things that you can't just work for to get that I am jealous of, it is the God given things. Guys think I'm smooth and funny, girls think of me as that guy that can cheer them up on a bad day... not in a good way, like the gay kid that can cheer them up. To all the guys that have "swag" right now, all you will have in the future is swass. So go on being that kind of clever pimp you so desire to be at the moment but when mommy and daddy stop paying for all your bullshit, you won't know how to get the ladies without their brand new economy car they bought you.

I watch you go from here to there
I watch you brush your silky hair
I watch you try on new underwear
You call me a creep and I act like I don't care
But deep inside I feel like its not fair
My creepy feelings for you I want to share
But alas I do not dare
To bare the burdon of humiliation
This would be my devistation
So I sit here, thoughts so dence
... I decide to stay in silence
I will write to you another day
If the rope of friendship does not fray

 

 

This started out as a joke poem to a friend, but in reality it turned kind of real. I'm over the whole thing now, but at the time this is exactly how I felt

 

 

Mind Fart

I usually am a fountain of knowledge and deep thoughts, I may not show it in these posts but I just spout off the general idea of what I'm thinking about. Right now is different tho, I got nuthin. All I wanna do is put on the new Every Time I Die album and take a nap. I am so sore, so sore.

Sleeeeeep

If I told you what I dream about I would have to kill you... or just change my user name. I think everyone can relate to this. If you are super passionate about something, you throw off that vibe. When I sleep I reserve this time to rest my baudy and mind, thus I resort to day-dreaming, and thus my bad grades, and thus why I get yelled at, and thus my negative vibe I throw off. So this counts as a post about sleep right?

My dog is snoring

Who knew dogs could snore sooo loud? It's kinda irritating but when that snore goes away forever I will miss it so much. She's been a part of my life for 11 years and I'm afraid that her time to go is soon. She has cancer all over and to be honest is fat as hell because she can't exercise due to a torn A.C.L. So why am I posting about this? Because she is asleep in my lapp right now, did i mention she is almost 100 pounds? yeah and she still thinks she's a lap dog.

Courage the cowardly dog.

Isn't it weird how the most cowardly people do the most courageous things? Or do they just seem more courageous because you know them as a coward? To me courage is simply goin outside your comfort zone. So in a way every one is courageous..... Is it sad that the first thing I thought of was a cartoon?