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A Page Of Life

This is a page from my book of life. I have been a part of many things in my life. I have been a leader, a follower, a sinner and a saint. Of all of those I have to say I loved being the leading sinner. The person who was in charge of a bad thing. I have taken groups into battle, I have watch grown men fall for a cause that was selfish. I have watch friends turn on eachother because of a strive for personal gain. “We are all a trade away from humility”, life is a business. I am in the business and making others want to be me. I am in the business of making people look at me and wonder how I can do what I do. I don’t fluant my business, I just make sure it is visible. I make sure you want to be me. I make sure you want to follow in my steps. I am not perfect, perfection is a joke it isn’t real. Perfection is an illusion, I create it, I make it seem real.

Its hard trying to be, its hard to do. I don’t DO ANYTHING, I JUST AM.

To create an illusion is easy, to keep it is hard. To keep the illusion is hard.

Think about that…..

BECAUSE THATS HOW I MOTHERFU**ING ROLL.

color me Bad(d)

I wear headphones at the gym–not to look hard or to pump myself up, but to escape the intolerable shit they play over the PA. Yesterday, my batteries ran out so I had to do my workout sans headphones. I don’t care who you are, stand in front of a mirror doing curls with Michael Jackson’s “Bad” playing in the background and you will have to fight the urge to kick your own ass for looking like such a douche.

NYC

mikey has taken a knife to the arm, john a solid punch to the eye, leaving both incapicitated — more news coming soon

spoil system aplenty

with the pick of Harriet Miers and personal experience with some of the more elite branches of government, i have concluded that the main ineptitude of the American bureaucracy is the dependency on hierarchy and the overwhelming syphocancy. also, people fall asleep during meetings between top officials at intelligence agencies (videos coming sometime)

also, a conversation between two government employees on an early friday afternoon:

1: can’t let the boy see me playing hooky from work
2: haha you at work?
1: no
1: are you?
2: nope

TV rots your brain, commercials rot your soul

I, too must confess my weakness for vapid reality television programming–my guiltiest pleasure being Laguna Beach. However, equally entertaining–to me, at least–are the commercials that fill the gaps between the footage of those kids being rich and attractive together. My favorite is the one for Valtrex, which features an attractive, soft-voiced woman who posits: “Dealing with genital herpes can be a real hassle.” I crack up every time. A hassle is mislaying your keys or picking the wrong line in the supermarket checkout. An incurable STD, the symptoms of which include painful burning and oozing pustules–that’s a fucking disaster! Why are the people in these commercials always hiking or running on a beach? For accuracy’s sake, shouldn’t they been shown on their knees in the stall of some gas station bathroom? I guess maybe that wouldn’t make for such a good ad.