started out - 282. now - 277.
keep going you motherfucker.
oh i wasn't lyin in my last post where i said i weighed 275. that was on the shitty ass non-digital scale, which was the only scale in this bitch. i bought a Taylor brand lithium scale. and 282 was the first reading. 5 lbs down.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Getting In Shape
Look. I'm not going to lie. My last post ensures that I cannot take this blog public. Listen - I feel like a actually heart K. I even typed her name right then. How can you be in love with someone you have never met? That shit makes no sense. But I digress. I am 6 feet tall, and as of press time I weigh 275 pounds. I know that a true sexy chick like K would never go for me. I know this, man. And guess what? It's not going to have to happen. I am going to get in shape. Mark my fucking words. I could lose 75 pounds. That is my goal. As of March 13, 2011, my goal is to reach 199 pounds. If I ever got below the 200 pound mark...my confidence....it would be incredible. I'm not just doing this for K. I'd be lying if I said she was no the impetus behind this decision....but that's only because she is so fucking cool. If one day I could meet her that would probably be the coolest day ever. She is literally the raddest chick I know. And I don't even know her. Is it even possible to fall in love with a personality? With no first hand knowledge of the person themselves? You see - I am fucking pathetic. She is the impetus, the reason I am doing this. I hope she never reads this. I would love to see her some day. But if not her, then who? That is the real reason I am doing this. I am going to lose this weight. I quit smoking weed. Fuck it. I can quit eating so goddamn much food as well. I'm gonna lose those 76 pounds. Get back in the 100 pound ratio. #Ratios? #Ratios? #WeTalkinBoutRatios? #AndThisIsTwitter? #ThisIsBlogger? #IAmSoGoddamnedConfusedRightNow #IWantToGetWithK I would even take best friends. I like her. Like I genuinely like her. #Fuck #My #Life
Diddy Dirty Money - Coming Home Lyrics
[Skylar Grey - Chorus]
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming
[Diddy]
Back where I belong, yeah I never felt so strong
(I’m back baby)
I feel like there’s nothing that I can’t try
and if you with me put your hands high
(put your hands high)
If you ever lost a life before, this ones for you
and you, the dreams are for you
I hear “The Tears of a Clown”
I hate that song
I feel like they talking to me when it comes on
another day another Dawn
another Keisha, nice to meet ya, get the math I’m gone
what am I ‘posed to do when the club lights come on
its easy to be Puff, its harder to be Sean
what if the twins ask why I aint marry their mom (why, damn!)
how do I respond?
what if my son stares with a face like my own
and says he wants to be like me when he’s grown
shit! But I aint finished growing
another night the inevitible prolongs
another day another Dawn
just tell Keisha and Taresha I’ll be better in the morn’
another lie that I carry on
I need to get back to the place I belong
[Dirty Money & Skylar Grey- Chorus]
[Diddy - Verse 2]
“A house is Not a Home“, I hate this song
is a house really a home when your loved ones are gone
and niggas got the nerve to blame you for it
and you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it
but you felt it and still feel it
and money can’t make up for it or conceal it
but you deal with it and you keep ballin’
pour out some liquor, playboy and we keep ballin’
baby we’ve been living in sin ’cause we’ve been really in love
but we’ve been living as friends
so you’ve been a guest in your own home
it’s time to make your house your home
pick up your phone, come on
[Dirty Money - Chorus]
[Diddy - Verse 3]
“Ain’t No Stopping Us Now“, I love that song
whenever it comes on it makes me feel strong
I thought I told y’all that we won’t stop
til we back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks
it’s what made me, saved me, drove me crazy
drove me away than embraced me
forgave me for all of my shortcomings
welcome to my homecoming
yeah it’s been a long time coming
lot of fights, lot of scars, lot of bottles
lot of cars, lot of ups, lot of downs
made it back, lost my dog (I miss you BIG)
and here I stand, a better man! (a better man)
Thank you Lord (Thank you Lord)
[Diddy Dirty Money - Chorus]
It feels so good! It Feels so free!
I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the World I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the World that I’m coming
[Diddy]
Back where I belong, yeah I never felt so strong
(I’m back baby)
I feel like there’s nothing that I can’t try
and if you with me put your hands high
(put your hands high)
If you ever lost a life before, this ones for you
and you, the dreams are for you
I hear “The Tears of a Clown”
I hate that song
I feel like they talking to me when it comes on
another day another Dawn
another Keisha, nice to meet ya, get the math I’m gone
what am I ‘posed to do when the club lights come on
its easy to be Puff, its harder to be Sean
what if the twins ask why I aint marry their mom (why, damn!)
how do I respond?
what if my son stares with a face like my own
and says he wants to be like me when he’s grown
shit! But I aint finished growing
another night the inevitible prolongs
another day another Dawn
just tell Keisha and Taresha I’ll be better in the morn’
another lie that I carry on
I need to get back to the place I belong
[Dirty Money & Skylar Grey- Chorus]
[Diddy - Verse 2]
“A house is Not a Home“, I hate this song
is a house really a home when your loved ones are gone
and niggas got the nerve to blame you for it
and you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it
but you felt it and still feel it
and money can’t make up for it or conceal it
but you deal with it and you keep ballin’
pour out some liquor, playboy and we keep ballin’
baby we’ve been living in sin ’cause we’ve been really in love
but we’ve been living as friends
so you’ve been a guest in your own home
it’s time to make your house your home
pick up your phone, come on
[Dirty Money - Chorus]
[Diddy - Verse 3]
“Ain’t No Stopping Us Now“, I love that song
whenever it comes on it makes me feel strong
I thought I told y’all that we won’t stop
til we back cruising through Harlem, Viso blocks
it’s what made me, saved me, drove me crazy
drove me away than embraced me
forgave me for all of my shortcomings
welcome to my homecoming
yeah it’s been a long time coming
lot of fights, lot of scars, lot of bottles
lot of cars, lot of ups, lot of downs
made it back, lost my dog (I miss you BIG)
and here I stand, a better man! (a better man)
Thank you Lord (Thank you Lord)
[Diddy Dirty Money - Chorus]
It feels so good! It Feels so free!
Neglectful Blog Owner
So yeah....I created this blog last year as a diversion and whatnot. It was pretty cool, for like a month maybe...then I just lost interest. Then I discovered my favorite site ever...twitter.
I used to be like "fuck twitter that shit is gay as fuck" before I got on there. I don't even remember why...I think I just kept hearing about celebrities doing cool shit on there. Then a friend of mine from work and I were talking about how we needed to get on there and shit...and so...we did.
My twitter handle is xxxxxxxxxxx. That's not it there are real letters in the place of those x's. But I'm not so sure I want to blow my cover yet. I have pretty much the perfect twitter life right now. I started out just following celebs and shit...then a bunch of Steeler fans followed me. My name does have something to do with the Steelers I will tell you that much. Well I followed a bunch of these Steeler fans back. And guess what? Some of them would comment on shit I would post. Then I would comment back. And thusly, many twitter friendships were born.
The first chick I talked to on there really was N. She is a weed head, and although I haven't smoked in about 3 months I sort of kind of pretended I still did. I mean who cares right, she's in Pittsburgh. So anyways we chatted it up for like a week, and 2 nights we tweeted pretty much all night long. She said "talk to you tommorow" after the second night of that...and the commitment-phobe in me was like "OH SHIT BRO! GET OUT OF THERE!" I sabatoge myself a lot. Refer to my previous blog posts.
So I took several days off twitter at that point, and our twitter relationship never recovered. Which is fine really, I mean it's a twitter buddy, not a girlfriend right? Yeah...right.
So anyways, this new chick I've been talking to a lot is K. And wow. She has posted pictures and her profile picture is of her too...and guess what? SHE. IS. GORGEOUS. I mean N was not a bad looking chick at all, don't get me wrong. But K is like that hot chick at your high school. She is also 6 feet tall, which I'm not going to lie does give me an extra erection. We are the same height I think...although you know generally if a guy says he is 6 feet he is 5'10...if a girl says 6 feet she is 6'2. So I mean who knows really. I wouldn't really care....she's so fucking cool.
We are pretty much the same person. We tell the same types of jokes. We laugh at the same shit. She doesn't smoke and doesn't drink except on weekends...I don't smoke and need to stop drinking. We have literally the same sense of humor. Which is awesome, because generally speaking I love the shit out of my sense of humor. I mean this chick is perfect. Too perfect. She will not be available....I will not have a chance to meet her. I genuinely hope she finds happiness.
Time to end this blog post right now before it gets any longer and sappier.
I used to be like "fuck twitter that shit is gay as fuck" before I got on there. I don't even remember why...I think I just kept hearing about celebrities doing cool shit on there. Then a friend of mine from work and I were talking about how we needed to get on there and shit...and so...we did.
My twitter handle is xxxxxxxxxxx. That's not it there are real letters in the place of those x's. But I'm not so sure I want to blow my cover yet. I have pretty much the perfect twitter life right now. I started out just following celebs and shit...then a bunch of Steeler fans followed me. My name does have something to do with the Steelers I will tell you that much. Well I followed a bunch of these Steeler fans back. And guess what? Some of them would comment on shit I would post. Then I would comment back. And thusly, many twitter friendships were born.
The first chick I talked to on there really was N. She is a weed head, and although I haven't smoked in about 3 months I sort of kind of pretended I still did. I mean who cares right, she's in Pittsburgh. So anyways we chatted it up for like a week, and 2 nights we tweeted pretty much all night long. She said "talk to you tommorow" after the second night of that...and the commitment-phobe in me was like "OH SHIT BRO! GET OUT OF THERE!" I sabatoge myself a lot. Refer to my previous blog posts.
So I took several days off twitter at that point, and our twitter relationship never recovered. Which is fine really, I mean it's a twitter buddy, not a girlfriend right? Yeah...right.
So anyways, this new chick I've been talking to a lot is K. And wow. She has posted pictures and her profile picture is of her too...and guess what? SHE. IS. GORGEOUS. I mean N was not a bad looking chick at all, don't get me wrong. But K is like that hot chick at your high school. She is also 6 feet tall, which I'm not going to lie does give me an extra erection. We are the same height I think...although you know generally if a guy says he is 6 feet he is 5'10...if a girl says 6 feet she is 6'2. So I mean who knows really. I wouldn't really care....she's so fucking cool.
We are pretty much the same person. We tell the same types of jokes. We laugh at the same shit. She doesn't smoke and doesn't drink except on weekends...I don't smoke and need to stop drinking. We have literally the same sense of humor. Which is awesome, because generally speaking I love the shit out of my sense of humor. I mean this chick is perfect. Too perfect. She will not be available....I will not have a chance to meet her. I genuinely hope she finds happiness.
Time to end this blog post right now before it gets any longer and sappier.
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