i remember being shocked watching a zebra kill a lion, nature is crazy like that sometimes, i was reminded of that clip when i read a story yesterday about a man in a business suit, that approached a bum and stabbed him multiple times.... these sort of things usually happen the other way around.
what is happening to my socks? they enter my dryer and vanish without a trace. the worst part is one damn sock per pair runs off, that wouldn't be much of an issue if my socks were all the same color.
sometimes i wonder if the lack of money plays a bigger role in the root of all evil than the love of money.
i met a white south african named abbey. i love her accent, i think she has daddy issues, i thought almost all of them hated brown skin.
i get depressed when fat chicks hit on me. most of them have the worst self esteem in the world so if they feel bold enough to approach me, it makes me think they think no one would want me so they have a chance.
i hate when i get told I'm an asshole for not being attracted to fat women, i simply get nothing out of a woman whose stomach sticks out further than her boobs.
poop diapers are the absolute worst thing about babies... except for the ones that are ugly and miserable of course.
for the last 4 months i have been in the gym non stop since the day i hopped out of the shower and for the very first (and last) time in my life i felt my thighs touch and rub like two new lovers as i walked toward the bathroom door.
[OH HELL NO]
i have nothing against fat people, i have nothing against out of shape people i do however have something against me being fat and to a lesser extent me being out of shape so unlike most i decided to do something about it. recently ive noticed the results of my hard work and have also noticed a moderate increase in time spent studying my progress in some areas and lack there of in others. my fear is that im going to become a black version of those Jersey shore spiky head over tanned self obsessed meat heads. i need to find a way to gauge my progress while steering clear of becoming narcissistic. why am i worried about this? countless trips to the gym have shown me that there are only a few type of gym dwellers, and the one i want to most avoid is the guys who are there purely for aesthetics.
i see some leviathan sized guys in there that are weak as hell and i only came to this realization after waiting on them to move the fuck out of my way but they are more concerned with making sure the flirty bitch across the room notice them flex as they moan and grunt to lift a 30lb dumbbell when they look big enough to fist fight a grizzly bear...and win.
i also see the guys that look like they need a fuckin sandwich yet they throw weight around like you wouldn't believe. i personally don't care to be on either end of the extreme and im trying to work towards a middle ground of increased health, strength and size. i don't want to get lost in the shuffle, and i guess everyone works out for different reasons, maybe i shouldn't pity those guys that are only in the gym for reasons like "bitches love abs and biceps".
