Tuesday, May 23, 2006




The antics of Hard Gay Razor Ramon may be the funniest things I've ever seen.

Ever.

Thank God for Japan. They know the funny.

And for those not in the know, youtube.com is your friend.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

For the many of us that have moved out of an apartment in the past, there is a familiar feeling towards the end of the move that literally comes out of no where:

"Fuck the deposit."

I really don't give a shit anymore. Keep the 300 or 500 dollars or whatever I wrote out. I don't feel like cleaning up this mess that has accumulated over the last 2 years.

That coffee stain on the carpet, smack dab in the middle of the living room? Yeah, I did that shit. I'm sure they'll notice the rough patch of carpet just in front of the front door.

That's a semen stain. Yes, I tried to take it out. No, I don't give a shit. Yes, I laughed to myself every time I saw someone step on it.

And the bathroom? Fuck the bathroom. I'm grabbing my tooth brush, my tooth paste, and I'm out. You can keep the piss stains.

The place is a mess. And today, the moves are coming to take all the furniture and the dozens of boxes we've packed. And when that's all gone, I'm sure what will happen. I'll care less. You know how people always say "I couldn't care less"? Well, you can. And it's when you realize that your deposit isn't worth the effort to clean up the rest of the apartment.

Monday, May 15, 2006

I had some bloodwork done a couple weeks ago and I found out that I may have some degree of liver damage.

I haven't had an alcoholic beverage since.

My next doctor's appointment is Friday and I'll find out how bad the damage really is. Even if it is just minor damage, I don't think I'll be drinking much anymore.

I went to a funeral last month and there's nothing like a good funeral to make you more aware of your own mortality. It's unavoidable. You're going to die, right? But I'd like to make an impact on the lives of my children and my childrens' children in a positive way before I croak.

I simply can't do that if I keep abusing alcohol.

Next on the list? Cardiovascular heath. While I'm simply a social smoker averaging one cigarette a week, I still smoke. On top of that my stamina isn't what it was even 6 months ago when I was a regular at the gym. It's time to step the game up.

An additional silver lining to this extra work? I'm ramping up for my 10 year high school reunion next year. I'm fat. I get it. But I can't be too fat.