The title really doesn't have much to do with anything except my like for randomly thinking about 80's musical lyrics.
Ooh ooh ooh yeah
There isn't much going on in my little world. I've been trying to climb out of this rut that I got myself into, only the harder I try the deeper I get. What I'm finding is that once you let negativity into your thought process it becomes a cancer and takes over. From that point on no matter how hard you try, the negativity will corner you in the shower and have it's way with you. I refuse to let negativity corn hole me.
I've developed a nice little tool (Ha!...
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There are certain topics you shouldn't discuss with people. At least that's the thinking of the general public. Not me. I don't have the ability to filter my thoughts before it hits my tongue. No matter how disgusting or offensive it may be, it just leaks out (Ha I said leaks! I don't think there is a more fitting word for this post). But these are the topics I find funny and enjoy talking about. I don't care about how the weather is outside or how important you think you are. I want to talk about that time you prematurely ejaculated into your girlfriend's eye causing temporary blindness or about...
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This year's Sir Robbie Rob day has come and gone. I hope everyone had as much as a blast I did. I know some of you didn't celebrate to the fullest because you were tied up with some inauguration...whatever that is. I'll let it slide.
The family hooked me up with some sweet gifts. One of them being a Wacom Graphire tablet from my wife. This thing kicks so much ass. I've been playing around with it trying to get used to the feel of everything. I thought I would share the results of my testing with you...in the form of a wallpaper. I'm kind of lazy, so I didn't resize it. It's only 1920x1200.
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On the days that it's not freezing cold (freezing cold to me is 65 or below) outside I try and ride the motorcycle to work. Where I work there’s an area in the parking lot designated for the cool kids (read: motorcycle riders). It’s pretty common to run into another rider and start chatting it up. This is very similar to the members of NAMBLA running into each other at the neighborhood playground except we’re not pedophiles…most of us anyway. We spend some time talking about our latest rides, the weather, comparing "If you can read this, the B*tch fell off" shirts, and also exchanging skin...
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