Sunday, September 24, 2006
Ya, that's right, I've got this sweet exersaucer and I'm taking it for a spin. You wants join me? 
Monday, July 17, 2006
Is anybody really buying this headline? I think Wilson's PR rep paid CNN to post this story with this headline. It's like they are desperately trying to convince us that Owen Wilson actually does have a brain in the noggin of his.That, or Shanon Cook has damp panties for Owen.
Oh, and that sub-headline is the nonsensical raving of a lunatic.
Monday, March 13, 2006
So, I’m writing to you from Hotlanta. Actually, I wrote this in Hotlanta but I was unable to connect to the WiFi network in the airport. I’m in Georgia for this year’s company conference.
Man, do I feel like shit. I stayed up way to late last night to party with friends. I don’t know why I do it. I went to be “early” on Friday night (early being midnight) but I decided to stay up all night last night for no reason what-so-ever. Sure, I had fun with the people I was hanging out with, but at what cost?
I feel horrible.
I’m hoping that I feel better by the time I get back home. Maybe I can actually take a nap on the plane. We’ll see.
Something was definitely missing from this year’s company conference.
I don’t know.
I feel un-fulfilled.
It could be because I feel like shit. Oh well. I’ll push through it.
One thing I definitely have to do is stop “social smoking”. I tend to smoke when drinking with folks. I have a feeling this is why I feel like shit today. Sure, I drank last night. I don’t really think I drank to excess. Although, I certainly had my fair share. But I don’t think I can lay the full blame on the booze. I think the smoking is mostly to blame.
I don’t know why I do it. I’m stupid for doing it. I really need to stop. I also need to drop about 50 lbs.
I think I’ll start with the smoking first.
No more smoking.
Period.
I gotta be able to walk, and breathe, and do things and I know the smoking is hindering that. Even with it being as seldom as it is, it affects me.
I gotta make sure I’m around and able to take care of my son, and play games with him and teach him baseball and football, and all that physical junk. How can I do that if I can’t breathe?
Enough of that.
I just gotta take better care of myself.
I gained about 20 lbs. when my wife was pregnant. I was eating what she was eating. So, if she wanted ice cream, I got ice cream, etc… It was definitely stupid on my part. I could have stopped myself from eating this stuff, but I didn’t. And now, I feel all fat and bloated again. I feel like a moose. And that is also affecting the way I walk and breathe.
I feel like a mountain and I need to shed this weight.
Lofty aspirations, indeed. But I gotta do it.
Man, do I feel like shit. I stayed up way to late last night to party with friends. I don’t know why I do it. I went to be “early” on Friday night (early being midnight) but I decided to stay up all night last night for no reason what-so-ever. Sure, I had fun with the people I was hanging out with, but at what cost?
I feel horrible.
I’m hoping that I feel better by the time I get back home. Maybe I can actually take a nap on the plane. We’ll see.
Something was definitely missing from this year’s company conference.
I don’t know.
I feel un-fulfilled.
It could be because I feel like shit. Oh well. I’ll push through it.
One thing I definitely have to do is stop “social smoking”. I tend to smoke when drinking with folks. I have a feeling this is why I feel like shit today. Sure, I drank last night. I don’t really think I drank to excess. Although, I certainly had my fair share. But I don’t think I can lay the full blame on the booze. I think the smoking is mostly to blame.
I don’t know why I do it. I’m stupid for doing it. I really need to stop. I also need to drop about 50 lbs.
I think I’ll start with the smoking first.
No more smoking.
Period.
I gotta be able to walk, and breathe, and do things and I know the smoking is hindering that. Even with it being as seldom as it is, it affects me.
I gotta make sure I’m around and able to take care of my son, and play games with him and teach him baseball and football, and all that physical junk. How can I do that if I can’t breathe?
Enough of that.
I just gotta take better care of myself.
I gained about 20 lbs. when my wife was pregnant. I was eating what she was eating. So, if she wanted ice cream, I got ice cream, etc… It was definitely stupid on my part. I could have stopped myself from eating this stuff, but I didn’t. And now, I feel all fat and bloated again. I feel like a moose. And that is also affecting the way I walk and breathe.
I feel like a mountain and I need to shed this weight.
Lofty aspirations, indeed. But I gotta do it.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
I've been having this disturbing recurring dream.
I wake up and think I've shit the bed.
I'm so convinced of it some times, that I physically have to check by my ass to make sure I didn't squeeze out a turd in the middle of that night.
I don't understand it.
I just hope the day doesn't come when I reach down and it like I'm living out that scene in Trainspotting.
Man, won't my wife be surprised!
I wake up and think I've shit the bed.
I'm so convinced of it some times, that I physically have to check by my ass to make sure I didn't squeeze out a turd in the middle of that night.
I don't understand it.
I just hope the day doesn't come when I reach down and it like I'm living out that scene in Trainspotting.
Man, won't my wife be surprised!
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Sunday, February 19, 2006
It's pictures like this that make me wonder if my child really is the spawn of Satan. The glowing read eyes, the crazy hair. He looks like he is trying to move things with his mind.It's a good thing he's going to get Baptised later today. Of course, that's if the church doesn't fall down around us when we enter it...
Friday, February 17, 2006
Can someone please tell me what fucking world that headline makes sense in? When I shoot someone in the face, they better fucking apologize to me for getting in the way of my bullet.
Hell, Dick could've had a nice bird for dinner that night but, instead, an old man stepped into his shot and got hit in the face. And then, that bastard had the nerve to have a heart attack due to complications from the incident.
Jesus!
Harry Whittington! You insensative prick!
Did you even think about what you were doing to the Vice President when he shot you in the face? How dare you make him go through that kind of anguish! You lout! You cur! Why, someone outta shoot you in the face for being so insenstive to the needs of the man who just shot you in the face.
Jeez.
