December 2009
85 posts
US Ambassador Kristie Kenney: “After several...
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OMG, she really said that? =))
OHOHOHO WIN HIRIT.
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This Is My Place
My place? It’s a small, dark shithole. A place where it’d be tough bringing my folks, let alone my girl. Still, I’ve got three rooms and a roof over my head. It’s not much, but it gets the job done. Here in this room, it’s just this stool, a large mirror, the boombox I’ve had since I was in middle school, and some lights I rigged up. This is supposed to be the...
This Is My Alaram
That piece of paper taped to my cabinet? It’s a call to action, a declaration of war. I put it there to remind me of the date every single fucking day… It’s also my personal alarm clock. Every morning, as I’m making my eggs, taking my Animal Pak, prepping my meals—it goes off, like a hammer to my brain. My alarm doesn’t have a snooze. It never lets up. It cuts me no slack. Some days, I see it and...
You Are What You Eat
Growing up, I don’t know how many times I heard this… ‘You are what you eat.’ Fuck that shit. If that were true, I’d be a cow. Yeah, a big fucking cow with an oatmeal tail, yams for horns, and eggs for hooves. What a fucking sight that would be. Eating the same shit every day is hard enough. Not a meal goes by where I don’t want to call it quits and just hang it up. But I can’t. I won’t.
Still,...
This Is My Mind
It’s cold out there. So lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time inside, in these three rooms I call home. The kitchen. The bedroom. The living room. These rooms are like the confines of my mind. The kitchen, my Hunger. The bedroom, my Desire. The living room, my Solitude. Three things I have to deal with every single fucking day. Shit, I spend a lot of time within these places, within...
The Last Workout
In a couple hours, the sun will be up and the world will start buzzing. But for now, it’s still dark outside and fucking cold. The gym is still empty, silent. I’m alone. I’ve got another set to do. I grip the bar, feel the cold iron in my hands. It’s familiar, yet strange. How many times have I been under this weight, looked up, and tried to push the weight through the...
In The Game
How do you know you’re ready? Let me tell you something… You don’t. As I’m lying here in the dark, alone in the gym and thinking about the next 18 weeks, I know this… You won’t find answers anywhere. It’s not written in any book. There’s no guide. Nobody’s gonna tell you it’s time. Only one person will know… You. You just got to...
Stand Up, Be Counted
It’s out there, brothers… Has been as long as you or I or anyone can remember. It thrives in the dark, dank corners of shithole gyms everywhere. Listen… Can you hear it? It’s the call. Those fortunate enough to have heard it, who’ve made the journey, know the road is long. The way is covered with mud, rock, and shit. To all those who’ve come before me, I tell you...
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The Road Ahead
Life is hard. It chews you up, spits you out and even shits on you for good measure. But fuck that, you deal with it, the isolation, the doubts, the voices in your head. Getting up every morning, in the dark. The monotony, all fucking day and all fucking night. Living in the shadows 24/7 can really fuck with you. So why do you do it? Fame? Glory? Getting some ass? Thats just the icing....
ching ching, gettin paid over here.
busingye:
Sorry for thinking about you again.
pinktriangle:
Maybe it’s not what you want.
But it’s what’s going on. You don’t seem too bummed about it.
So maybe I can think about you more.
