In other news... Vultron got totally served!
OK, I've watched this movie a hundred times now. It's a clip from the new show "Robot Chicken" on cartoon network's adult swim. If you have my AIM, ask me to send it to you. Fil brought it by and I dont' think I've laughed so hard in years. It's as funny as Connan O'Brian's Old Time Baseball skit. I will say no more. Just watch the damn show.
The Red Dragon's back in my driveway. My uncle Russ is a scary and powerful man who doesn't fuck around. He is the guy who did a shitty job on my truck's boss. I'm sure he rained fire on him when he heard that my trans blew up after only being there for 2 months. I send it down on monday afternoon, wednesday morning it's back in my driveway. Rock on, Uncle Russ.
Another setback on the road to being 7 certified... municiple bonds. Holy shit is that part of the test hard. Over the course of the day I gained 20 points between tests. One more jump like that and I might pass. Whatever, work is boring blog fodder.
So I have to give my formal review of blogexplosion.com. It's a great service that brings traffic to my little site, but HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS SUCK AT WRITTING! If I have to read one more story from a housewife who's expecting/just had/wants to have her first kid, a psyco fanatic political zero, or a wanna-be-news writter going off about terry shiavo I'm going to bite someone's face. You should be thanking the gods of random selection that you landed here because 99% of the stuff on blogexplosion is SHIT!
Allright... anyways... I added a bunch of pictures that I saved from my old computer to my photostream. It made me long for the days of just lifting and drinking. Seeing myself with a mohawk throwing kegs makes the new pictures of my stupid office and silly quiet life look lame as hell. I'll be getting back to that shape again. Unfortunatly, AG Edwards frowns on mohawks and beards. It's a good thing I'll be making a lot of money.
I have to give credit to Brad for the offroading pics. He took just about every picture of my ramcharger. On the flip side, almost every pic of his jeep was taken by me, so it works out in the long run.
I have been thinking a lot about my new life. The last time I was single for more than a month or two was when I was 14. I'm 24 years old and have never really lived my own life. I'm excited to finally be out on my own, but it's scary to think of what the dating scene is going to be like now that people are getting married and starting families. I had every intention of that being me real soon until I was let in on the secret that my ex hadn't loved me for about a year and was just waiting for the right time to leave my ass. Now it's back to the bars and back to having to give a shit about how I look, my weight, and all that jive. The past few weekends have had very different messages for me. FU weekend was fun because it showed me I can still hang out at my old college and fit right in. There were dames all over the joint, but I'm rusty at the whole closing the deal thing. Then last weekend I hung out with a friend on friday night and then hit the bar with my boys on saturday. The bar saturday showed me a couple of things. 1. Being super drunk makes you look bad. I am known to enjoy the alcohol as much as the next guy, but now that I'm not a raging drunk anymore, running into chicks that are super hammered seems innapropriate and anti-productive. The girl I am talking about is very pretty and if she's the way I remember her from RHS, she's a cool girl. The fact that I didn't persue conversation with her goes to show how I would have a snowball's chance in hell with any chick when I'm that drunk. So lesson 1. When searching for dames, don't get too liquored up. 2. People in their mid-20s date more frequently than people in their late teens/early-20s. I am basing this on a narrow observation. My deal is that I know of a bunch of girls that were very single the last time I checked and now that I'm single, they are all attached. On top of that, well over 3/4 of the chicks at the bar were with their boyfriends. It wasn't an atmosphere where you meet anyone. I was a bouncer for a couple years at a college bar and I've hung out in my fair share of pubs in my day, but now I'm seeing more and more that those bars aren't the norm. So thus, lesson 2. Finding a pool of girls to choose from is MUCH harder now than it was at any previous part of my life.
Does this mean that I'm frustrated and single? No. I'm happy as a pig in shit and single. I am looking forward to the chase. I am just sizing up the competition and not knowing what it will bring. I don't want to just hang out in "college bars" and try to meet 18 year olds with fake IDs. Well... maybe once and a while, but I'm just so tired of little girl games. I am a simple man. I want a chick that makes me laugh, that is easy to deal with, and that is looking for a guy like me. What am I like? I'm excentric, passionate, intimidating at times. I love my truck, video games, working with my hands (welding, mechanical work, woodwork, etc), quiet nights on the couch with a movie, the internet, drinking with the boys, music, cringe humor, porno, etc. If you aren't open with your sexuality, then get the fuck out of my life. When it comes to my desires I have no hangups, no shame, and no limits. I know that's strange coming from a guy who was a virgin until 21, but I'm one leather mask with a zipper down the face from being La Machine.
I don't think I should be on the prowl just yet, but fuck it. I'm single and a "successful business man" (or at least I should be in a few months) with goals and morals and dashing good looks... wait... what? Anyways, if you are a horny chick with a great sense of humor and a penchant for video games and porno, you know where to find your perfect man.
I hate these posts because I am half honest and all embarrassed at the depths of my own filth. Oh brunnen. I just want to have a good time and not end up alone. My number one fear in life is not being able to provide for my family because I started a family late. We 300lb + O lineman are like big dogs, we dont' have long life expectancies. I don't want to die when my kids are in high school. I want to know my grandkids and I want them to know me. One thing that kills me is that I never knew my mother's father and was too young to appreciate my father's father. The stories I hear about them are priceless. I am always being compared to one or the other depending on what family I'm hanging with. I am flattered, but I only wish I was there to know them myself instead of hear about them via stories.I have always believed that with my lifestyle I'd be perfectly happy with a family while I'm young. I love to party, but I am just as happy with a quiet night.
I grew up with nothing but what I needed. My family did a fantastic job raising me. They gave me more than I deserved from less than I knew. There was a period in my life, I didn't realize it at the time, where we didnt' have enough money to go food shopping for weeks at a time. We'd run out of almost everything and I would be looking for something to eat and only finding powdered milk and cans of corn and yell that we need to go to the store. Now that I'm older and looking back, I realize my mother's responses were honest. She'd say, "well, we have to wait until your father gets paid. We will just have to make due until then." Sometimes that was a week, sometimes 2, sometimes a month. Sometimes our kitchen looked like we were moving out. Other times it would be so full of cans and no name dried products that you couldn't get anything out without stuff tumbling all over the place. Then it would happen again... no food for weeks. I never had new clothes. The stuff I had was always years out of style and came in only 2 sizes: Too big and Don't fit. My bike was a hand me down that was way too small for my giant ass. I never had hair because we couldn't afford haircuts so my mom would borrow our neighbor's hair buzzer and shave my head herslef. I had so much, but it all came from nothing. I want to be sucessful so that I can make my father proud and be a great father myself. I've allready decided that my first son will be named after my father and my grandfather. I was supposed to be named after those two men, but I would have been Bruce Brockman III and that wasn't going to happen. I'm proud of my name though, I'm named after my great grandfather who was a legend in the appalacian mountains. My great uncles in Kentucky still laugh when I'm around, "Isaac Brockman... That name brings back memories. Boy, you have a lot to live up to." Anyways, I'm getting older now. When my mom was my age I was 1 year old. That means for every year I'm single that's another year I'm behind my parents. Not that I'm in a hurry now that I've gone through what I've gone through. Things have changed in my mind, but I just want you guys to know where I'm coming from.
Wow, this post got long quickly. Goodbye
The Red Dragon's back in my driveway. My uncle Russ is a scary and powerful man who doesn't fuck around. He is the guy who did a shitty job on my truck's boss. I'm sure he rained fire on him when he heard that my trans blew up after only being there for 2 months. I send it down on monday afternoon, wednesday morning it's back in my driveway. Rock on, Uncle Russ.
Another setback on the road to being 7 certified... municiple bonds. Holy shit is that part of the test hard. Over the course of the day I gained 20 points between tests. One more jump like that and I might pass. Whatever, work is boring blog fodder.
So I have to give my formal review of blogexplosion.com. It's a great service that brings traffic to my little site, but HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS SUCK AT WRITTING! If I have to read one more story from a housewife who's expecting/just had/wants to have her first kid, a psyco fanatic political zero, or a wanna-be-news writter going off about terry shiavo I'm going to bite someone's face. You should be thanking the gods of random selection that you landed here because 99% of the stuff on blogexplosion is SHIT!
Allright... anyways... I added a bunch of pictures that I saved from my old computer to my photostream. It made me long for the days of just lifting and drinking. Seeing myself with a mohawk throwing kegs makes the new pictures of my stupid office and silly quiet life look lame as hell. I'll be getting back to that shape again. Unfortunatly, AG Edwards frowns on mohawks and beards. It's a good thing I'll be making a lot of money.
I have to give credit to Brad for the offroading pics. He took just about every picture of my ramcharger. On the flip side, almost every pic of his jeep was taken by me, so it works out in the long run.
I have been thinking a lot about my new life. The last time I was single for more than a month or two was when I was 14. I'm 24 years old and have never really lived my own life. I'm excited to finally be out on my own, but it's scary to think of what the dating scene is going to be like now that people are getting married and starting families. I had every intention of that being me real soon until I was let in on the secret that my ex hadn't loved me for about a year and was just waiting for the right time to leave my ass. Now it's back to the bars and back to having to give a shit about how I look, my weight, and all that jive. The past few weekends have had very different messages for me. FU weekend was fun because it showed me I can still hang out at my old college and fit right in. There were dames all over the joint, but I'm rusty at the whole closing the deal thing. Then last weekend I hung out with a friend on friday night and then hit the bar with my boys on saturday. The bar saturday showed me a couple of things. 1. Being super drunk makes you look bad. I am known to enjoy the alcohol as much as the next guy, but now that I'm not a raging drunk anymore, running into chicks that are super hammered seems innapropriate and anti-productive. The girl I am talking about is very pretty and if she's the way I remember her from RHS, she's a cool girl. The fact that I didn't persue conversation with her goes to show how I would have a snowball's chance in hell with any chick when I'm that drunk. So lesson 1. When searching for dames, don't get too liquored up. 2. People in their mid-20s date more frequently than people in their late teens/early-20s. I am basing this on a narrow observation. My deal is that I know of a bunch of girls that were very single the last time I checked and now that I'm single, they are all attached. On top of that, well over 3/4 of the chicks at the bar were with their boyfriends. It wasn't an atmosphere where you meet anyone. I was a bouncer for a couple years at a college bar and I've hung out in my fair share of pubs in my day, but now I'm seeing more and more that those bars aren't the norm. So thus, lesson 2. Finding a pool of girls to choose from is MUCH harder now than it was at any previous part of my life.
Does this mean that I'm frustrated and single? No. I'm happy as a pig in shit and single. I am looking forward to the chase. I am just sizing up the competition and not knowing what it will bring. I don't want to just hang out in "college bars" and try to meet 18 year olds with fake IDs. Well... maybe once and a while, but I'm just so tired of little girl games. I am a simple man. I want a chick that makes me laugh, that is easy to deal with, and that is looking for a guy like me. What am I like? I'm excentric, passionate, intimidating at times. I love my truck, video games, working with my hands (welding, mechanical work, woodwork, etc), quiet nights on the couch with a movie, the internet, drinking with the boys, music, cringe humor, porno, etc. If you aren't open with your sexuality, then get the fuck out of my life. When it comes to my desires I have no hangups, no shame, and no limits. I know that's strange coming from a guy who was a virgin until 21, but I'm one leather mask with a zipper down the face from being La Machine.
I don't think I should be on the prowl just yet, but fuck it. I'm single and a "successful business man" (or at least I should be in a few months) with goals and morals and dashing good looks... wait... what? Anyways, if you are a horny chick with a great sense of humor and a penchant for video games and porno, you know where to find your perfect man.
I hate these posts because I am half honest and all embarrassed at the depths of my own filth. Oh brunnen. I just want to have a good time and not end up alone. My number one fear in life is not being able to provide for my family because I started a family late. We 300lb + O lineman are like big dogs, we dont' have long life expectancies. I don't want to die when my kids are in high school. I want to know my grandkids and I want them to know me. One thing that kills me is that I never knew my mother's father and was too young to appreciate my father's father. The stories I hear about them are priceless. I am always being compared to one or the other depending on what family I'm hanging with. I am flattered, but I only wish I was there to know them myself instead of hear about them via stories.I have always believed that with my lifestyle I'd be perfectly happy with a family while I'm young. I love to party, but I am just as happy with a quiet night.
I grew up with nothing but what I needed. My family did a fantastic job raising me. They gave me more than I deserved from less than I knew. There was a period in my life, I didn't realize it at the time, where we didnt' have enough money to go food shopping for weeks at a time. We'd run out of almost everything and I would be looking for something to eat and only finding powdered milk and cans of corn and yell that we need to go to the store. Now that I'm older and looking back, I realize my mother's responses were honest. She'd say, "well, we have to wait until your father gets paid. We will just have to make due until then." Sometimes that was a week, sometimes 2, sometimes a month. Sometimes our kitchen looked like we were moving out. Other times it would be so full of cans and no name dried products that you couldn't get anything out without stuff tumbling all over the place. Then it would happen again... no food for weeks. I never had new clothes. The stuff I had was always years out of style and came in only 2 sizes: Too big and Don't fit. My bike was a hand me down that was way too small for my giant ass. I never had hair because we couldn't afford haircuts so my mom would borrow our neighbor's hair buzzer and shave my head herslef. I had so much, but it all came from nothing. I want to be sucessful so that I can make my father proud and be a great father myself. I've allready decided that my first son will be named after my father and my grandfather. I was supposed to be named after those two men, but I would have been Bruce Brockman III and that wasn't going to happen. I'm proud of my name though, I'm named after my great grandfather who was a legend in the appalacian mountains. My great uncles in Kentucky still laugh when I'm around, "Isaac Brockman... That name brings back memories. Boy, you have a lot to live up to." Anyways, I'm getting older now. When my mom was my age I was 1 year old. That means for every year I'm single that's another year I'm behind my parents. Not that I'm in a hurry now that I've gone through what I've gone through. Things have changed in my mind, but I just want you guys to know where I'm coming from.
Wow, this post got long quickly. Goodbye
posted by NJX70 at 8:35 PM
2 Comments:
hmm... speaking of children and porn in one blog ...hmmm
wow, when you say it like that it sounds like a bad thing.
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