Living out of Boxes (4 months and counting)

I got the word this week that we are going to be moving out of "Hell Hole Central" on the 15th of September. I've been waiting for this day to come since I got here in April. Talk about a stress reliever on my soul.

I guess I always knew this wasn't going to be my residence for some reason. I never really unpacked too many of my things. Most of my things are downstairs in boxes and containers. Still fresh with the movers tap on them. Not one personal item in this house of mine. Not even in my room. I guess the new move wasn't as exciting as I thought it would or I just didn't expect to have a douche bag for a roommate. I think calling him a douche bag is something of a compliment. At least they care about themselves and their appearance. He seems to only be consumed by what he can put in his mouth.

Funny thing happened on the way to grab the vacuum. I'm not really sure if I touch on the trash situation at all. Long story short it never gets taken out. I lost my marbles earlier this week and threw it out in the garage. I thought that I was going to make everyone be more proactive by putting the trashcan in the garage. I was wrong again. As I go to grab the vacuum from upstairs I bumped in to a box. Said box falls over and I catch it before it hits the ground. Short story longer, it's about 4 days worth of fast food trash. I know it doesn't seem like it could be much, but it's all he eats. He eats it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and 4th meal. There was a little Tropical Smoothie, Rosario's Pizza, Taco Bell, Carl's Jr. and I think some Subway. Keep in mind it's still well over 100 degrees. I guess you can't really teach an old dog new tricks or at least I can't.

I seem to always ramble on about him somehow. I keep telling myself that all of this will be over soon. I have about 75% of all my belongings packed already. I'm just waiting on the marker to say, "Go". If there were an Olympic record for moving the fastest, I would have a gold metal. I'd probably get one for the relaly to because I think the other roommate is just as happy as I am. I have that feeling of anxiety that you get when something good is going to happen. I know Christmas isn't til December and my birthday isn't until January, but this will be the only present I need all year. I can't even say that with a straight face. Scratch that make sure you send plenty of presents this year and next year.

Just know I'll have a new address in 2 weeks.
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Foul- Mouth Little Girl

This clip is amazing. If only every child was like this, the world would be a better place. Make sure you watch all the way til the end.
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FIWA's Friday Shuffle

1. Long Way To Happy - Pink
2. Used To - Daughtry
3. Hollywood's Not America - Ferras
4. The Beauty In Ugly - Jason Mraz
5. Big Girl (You Are Beautiful) - Mika
6. Leavin' - Jesse McCartney
7. I Can't Get Next To You - Al Green
8. Why I Love You - B2K
9. I Want You - Janet Jackson
10. Who's That Girl? - Eve
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It's Friday. I'm tired already and I'm about to head out to the bar and see if there is anything worthwhile. I think that I'm going to grab a couple of beers and have my DD bring my tired ass back home. A couple of beers is something more than a 6 pack. I might even throw in a few shots of Patron, depending on how frisky I get. Who knows.

The last few days haven't been too exciting. Well there hasn't been any excite until today. I found out that we are moving out of this hell hole in 15 days. I couldn't help but run around the house screaming and yelling. Soon I'll be away from the roommate from hell in into paradise. So I'll have to drink a few extra for that.

Hope all is well on the home fronts. Peace and hair grease !
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State of mind!


Blackberry Thumbs

It's official. I went to the doctor today and he diagnosed with "Blackberry thumbs".

Dubbed "Blackberry thumb" because of the popularity of that particular model of wireless personal digital assistant (PDA), this repetitive stress injury occurs because these devices rely almost solely on the use of your thumbs for typing, instead of all your fingers. Any device that relies on the thumbs for typing can cause this type of injury because the thumbs simply weren't designed for such use.

Do your thumbs hurt? If you're sending lots of text messages, you may have the trendiest new malady: "BlackBerry thumb."

So if you persist in typing a lot of information with your thumbs, you risk injury. Below I listed a couple of abbrevaitions to make things a little easier on you.

AAK Alive and kicking
AYDY Are you done yet?
AYSOS Are you stupid or something?
AYT Are you there?
B4N Bye for now
BAG Busting a gut
BAS Big 'ass' smile
BAY Back at ya
C&G Chuckle & grin
CUL8R See you later
CUMID See you in my dreams
DA Meaning "The"
DLTBBB Don't let the bed bugs bite
E1 Everyone
F2F Face to face
GAS Got a second?
H&K Hugs & kisses
ILBL8 I'll be late
ILUM I love you man
JK Just kidding
K Okay
L8RG8R Later, gator
LMFAO Laughing my freaking a** off
LWOS Laughing without smiling
MYOB Mind your own business
N1 Nice one
OMGYG2BK Oh my God, you got to be kidding
OO Over and out
OTFL On the floor laughing
PLS Please
QT Cutie
RBAY Right back at you
ROTFLUTS Rolling on the floor laughing unable to speak
S2R Send to receive (meaning send me your picture to get mine)
SOAB Son of a *B*
TCOY Take care of yourself
TLK2UL8R Talk to you later
UR Your / You're
VBS Very big smile
W8 Wait
What would Ace do?
XD Meaning "really hard laugh" (where D is a smiley mouth
YGTBKM You've got to be kidding me
ZZZZ Sleeping (or bored)
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I Got New Readers!

I updated my blogroll today and added a few of my new readers. I haven't yet looked at their content, but I'm going to start today.

Carolina on My Mind
Mary Says...
We're All Mad
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Finally, I Saw Beyonce @ Burger King, Twice

Here it goes people.

So we didn't have any serious plans. The movies was the only thing set in stone. The date was open. We were going to meet in front of the Movie theater at 7. The movie started at 7:30. We were going to see Death Race, which happens to be about a car race in which inmates must brutalize and kill one another on the road to victory. I know, really crazy concept. Whatever.

Ther are 2 sides to me. There is the coordinated Ace, who is always early or on time. Then there is the "Ican'tdecidewhattowearsoI'llchange3or4timesuntilIthinkI'mready". She just happened to get the second Ace. I was trying hard to be on time. I failed miserably. I was only about 5 minutes late though. I would've been longer, but I decided against stopping and getting gas. I didn't want to be late, I was though.

So I arrive and find her in the casino waiting at one of the slot machines. We get our tickets and go into the theater. It's packed. I guess we weren't the only wanted who wanted to see jail races in armored cars. So the movie doesn't start for another 15 minutes. In this 15 minutes my phone rings twice. Once it was my roommate. I took the phone. I have to admit I was little nervous. He thought I was at the bookstore again, so to keep with my story I had to answer the phone. He was trying to get in contact with his brother, who never answers his phone for some reason. Sometimes if the stars align he'll answer the phone for me. That day no stars were out I guess because he didn't answer. The funny part of this whole thing is that I can get incoming calls in the theater, but I can't make in out. I ended up having to walk out of the movies and all the way in to the casino just to do this. So after running back to not make things awkward, the phone rings again. Guess who it was. I said guess dammit! Nope. Nah. Wrong again. It was Mo. She seems to have some kind of timing doesn't she. I know you guys are thinking, "How does she manage to make every story that he has?". You tell me. I had called her earlier and she was finally returning my call. I quickly hit the ignore button and sent here a text that I was in a movie. She sure know how to include herself somehow. You gotta love.

Just so everyone knows I have a hard time being in a movie theater. I love to go, but the people drive me crazy. I either get the guy with the long legs who keeps kicking my chair, the child who keeps kicking my chair, or the first date talkers. Today wasn't any different. I see this little woman coming my way. She sits a chair down. I think nothing of it. 2 minutes later walks in and takes the seat next to me. Out of all the seats in the damn theater he sits next too me. I give him a quick "dude side eye". He gives me the same look. I'm thinking, "Look fucker! I was here first. You should move and keep your shitty looks to yourself.". It's like the right away in traffic. Every guy knows the damn rule. It's no secret. I'm thinking he's going to move. Nope. Know I'm stuck sitting next to the chubby Hispanic dude and his girlfriend who thinks it's nice to put her feet in his lap.

The movie is pretty entertaining. It won't win any Oscars, but it was worth watching and I also got to see the trailer for the new Fast and Furious movie.

We pile out with the rest of the moviegoers. We decide to grab drinks. The casinos in Vegas are always packed with lots of things to get into. We decide to settle down in the common area. She wanted to catch some of the Olympics while it was on. The area was packed with big screen T.V.s that were playing everything from the horse races to baseball.

The first round of drink come and we are still doing the "greet and meet" stuff. I have my back turn to the bar. From behind me I hear something about the Raiders football team. The guys says, "I bet on the Raiders and they lost.". No shit! I turn to see who's talking about the Raiders. Not sure if any of you watch football, but the Raiders aren't a premiere team more. It was one of the bartenders. He say it again and I can't help myself but to laugh. I ask him, "Did you just say you bet on the Raiders?". He confirms. I laugh pretty hard at him. I can't help it. Anybody in the right mind would not bet money on that team.

He was a pretty loud dude. I should have taken that as a sign. I continue laugh. The bar laughs with me. He looks at me and says, "I'm getting shit from the guy who looks like Tyrese!" Everyone laughs. He then says, " If you keep on, I'm going to get security to escort your young as out of here. I know you got in here on a fake ID. You can't be a day over 19. Keep it up Tyrese. Keep it up." (Google Tyrese) Everyone is rolling, even me. This is not the first time I've been heckled while out. Just never on a date. I quickly turn and get back to watching the Olympics. Just to make things go back to normal. We laughed a little more about the guys remarks. Kind of spiced up the night.

So things are flowing perfectly. Conversation is all over the place. Its good business. The waitress comes over to the table with another round. Problem is we just got the last round. She thought we said get another. I ask her, "Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" Without missing a beat she says to me, "Yea. I'm trying to get you drunk off Michelob Ultra. I'll be here all night trying then.". I should learned to keep my mouth close, huh? I asked for that one. Again we all start to laugh and a couple of the people start laughing that are sitting around us. I got to get a grip on being the center of attention. Damn me for being so selfish.

So the date is steaming along and all of a sudden she says something I thought someone would never ask me. She says, " Do you like Nascar?". "DO YOU LIKE NASCAR?" "DO YOU LIKE NASCAR?" Who the hell asks a black man that question. It's almost like asking a black man if they like fried chicken. Who does that people. I think I gave her the dirtiest look a person could possibly give someone. That's just one of those question that I don't get ask everyday. I don't ever get asked that question. I went off on a 10 to 15 minute rant about the what disqualifies Nascar from life. I thinking I'm ruining it by rambling and then I look over at her. Her face is red and shes laughing her ass off. They only thing she can muster out is, "My cheekbones hurt!". Who knew. She says "Well I know what not to get you for Christmas.". Hey the girl has a sense of humor.

So After a few more beers we decided to call it a night and head our separate ways. She ended up parking in the wrong section. I as in gentleman mode and offer her a ride to her car. We take the elevator up to my car. The first date in the 2 seater. Remember earlier that I told you if I stopped for gas I would have been late for the date. I should have listen to my first thought and just got the gas because I now have an awkward moment on my hand. I'm out of gas and the car just stopped in the middle of the parking garage. Luckily I have enough juice to at least park the car. Seems cool with it. She laughed the whole time. I told her she was to blame for asking that damn question about Nascar. It threw my whole night off. She said since I am blaming her she'll take me to get some gas.

A gas can, $3.97, a ride back to my car, a hung and a kiss on the chic and a Burger King #1...hold the pickle, tomatoe and onions...I have another date in works.
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Prelude to "I Saw Beyonce @ Burger King, Twice"

I'm finally free to get this post about my date yesterday finished. I suggest you go and get yourself some hot cocoa, coffee, soda, chips, maybe popcorn or whatever you need to sit and make this blog experience the best. I'm going to try to make you feel like you were there with me.

Here goes.

Let me give you a little background first. To get myself out of the house I've been going to the local B&N. Not that it's a hot spot or anything, but I need to use that membership as much as I can. Mo talked me into getting that damn card, so I'm using it as much as I can. 25.00 Dollars is a lot for a cheap skate like me. "Why back in my day...". Memories from my Grandfather start to appear. Next door is a Whole Foods. I've never really been in one, but remember that they were all the craze in WA. They are a little on the expensive side to me though. I was sitting in the deli part of it drinking a smoothie and eating some kind of soup. (Side note: This sounds like something right out of a romantic comedy. I wonder who will play me. I wonder if Will Smith is available. Maybe Ben Affleck. Wonder what Samuel L. Jackson is doing? Maybe he say one of his catch phrases and I'll forever be remembered.) This is only my second time going in there. I was sitting reading my book. I just happened to use the biggest table in there. Didn't want to be at one of the small tables and look like I was by myself. I was thinking if I sat at one of the bigger tables it would at least look like I might be waiting for someone to join me. I guess everyone doesn't think the same way I do. Especially not this little Hispanic chic and what appeared to be her boyfriend. She comes up and ask, "Do you mind if we join you? There are no other tables and you seem to be by yourself at this one.".

First thing that goes through my head, "Who does this chic think she is?". Second thing that goes through my mind, "Spill the soup all over the table, just to get them to go away.". Third thing, "You're being a dick! Just share the table and hope that they don't want to have too much conversation with you.". Fourth thing, "I'm the King of the World!" Shit! Wrong movie.

30 minutes later. The guy that looked like her boyfriend just so happened to be her little brother. She works at a bank and seems to be one of those free-spirited types. She almost had a Seattle vibe to her. Just not as "earthy" or "homely". And no I didn't use those words around her. I've been told several times that women don't like to be called either of the two of those words. I still don't see why not, but who am I?

Shorter story longer. I didn't spill my soup. We ended up hitting it off. I guess yesterday was the official first date, but we met earlier in the week for her brother's soccer game. She spent the whole time giggling like a school girl. None of you know this, but I can make a cat giggle turds. Spend about 5 minutes with me and you'll need a kidney transplant. I guess it's in the genes and no I don't wear Bugle Boy jeans. I'm a Jordache man. Joking folks. Joking. So the story will go from there.
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I Saw Beyonce @ Burger King

I think that I officially losing my mind or just rushing the onset of old age. I some how got the days mixed up for my date. The date was actually yesterday and not Friday.

Oh how I wish it would have been Friday though. Instead I spent it sitting at a friend of a friends house and it was about as entertaining as watching your constipated Grandma take a poop. It started of simple. We started playing pool and cracking a few jokes. The dude had a very nice pool table that didn't really fit in his house. I think the pool table was the most expensive thing in the house. Priorities! Yep, all wrong. Well he also had a pretty nice T.V. to that just so happened to be tuned to CMT.

I have nothing against the people who watch CMT, from time to time I like to get a little country myself. On my Friday night, hell no! We started off by watching something called Country Fried Videos. It was full random hicks doing random stuff. This show is the reason why people from the South have a bad rap. Then we went on to watch Gone Country 2. Can't believe they made it to a 2nd season, but they did. They have some top quality celebs on there too. The cast consists of Lorenzo Lamas, Irene Cara, Sean Young, the other chubby guy from NSync, Jermaine Jackson and a few other top quality people. Then we moved on to some show show staring Bobby Brown, enough said. What the hell is Bobby Brown doing on CMT? He wasn't selling crack either, he was running a Inn. Who knew he had that talent? Not me. The night ended with us watching the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, becasue they thought it would be something that I would like to see. Again I have nothing against all of it, but it's just not my cup of tea. I'll pass.

I wanted to start running into the wall head first. You know the night was boring because I was falling asleep in the rocking chair, but I didn't spill one ounce of my beer. I wanted to walk home, but it would have probably taken me forever. Which leds me to the next part of the story, but I have to run. I'm starting to become the resident love expert here too. Don't know how this stuff happens, but it does. I'll get you guys updated as soon as I can.

Things to wait for in the next post:
Death Race
20/20 Vision
Burger King
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It's finally Friday, but can someone tell me why it feels like Monday to me. I guess all that energy that I have been losing to my roommate has finally caught up with me.

It's been pretty boring around here lately. Not a single bit of action. I got a new library card on the way, pick out my next book to read from B&N, and went to a hole-in-the-wall hockey game.

I'm trying to contain myself. I don't want to let all the joy out at one time. Might not be able to reign myself back in.

Other than a date tonight, I'll let you know what happens.
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FIWA's Friday Shuffle

1. My Love - Justin Timberlake featuring T.I.
2. I Love You - Cheri Dennis
3. All Night Long - Faith Evans
4. How We Operate - Gomez
5. Wait For You - Elliott Yamin
6. Maybe - Estelle
7. Hot In Herre - Nelly
8. Paris, Tokyo - Lupe Fiasco
9. I'm Really Hot - Missy Elliott
10. Get It Together - India.Arie
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Crunk & Disorderly

So as I finished the last post last night, I assumed that my dumb ass roommate had gone to bed. He fooled me. I was wrong. He was wide awake or at least that's what he wanted me to think.

I made several trips downstairs hoping that each time I peeked out he wouldn't be downstairs and I could finally get a chance to watch some T.V. I was wrong again. I don't think he was even awake most of the time. I think that he only opened his eyes when he heard me coming downstairs. I could swear that he has watched some of those movies before, but who am I to judge. I've watched My Cousin Vinny more times than the normal man should. I can recite the movie from start to finish.

I'm not complaining about not getting T.V. time at all. I think I get enough of, but I'm respectable about. I DVR everything and find myself up in the "wee hours" of the night catching up. Everyone in the house knows that, it's not a secret. The T.V. belongs to me after midnight.

Last night I had to use my roommates room to watch T.V. and guess what was on, The Hills. Come people, The Hills. Not only did I have to watch it once. I watched it twice. I caught the last 5 minutes of it when I first got home and after I finished writing the post from last night I got stuck watching the whole thing at like 4 in the morning. This would have been cool if I were a chic. Hold on, let me check. Nope! "John Wayne" is still where is supposed to be. I think I finally got to sleep around 5 am. At least that's when I finally heard him slug himself upstairs. You would think that the guy was dragging rocks behind him as he walked up the stairs. One thud after another. If I had any energy I would have pushed him back down the stairs.

Today was a big turn around I think at least the evening part of the day. I did my best to be a good roommate today. I played my music loud and I sang. 2Pac still lives people. I vacuumed the whole house from top to bottom. I talked as loud as possible when I was on my cell phone. I made the dog bark up a storm and run through the house. And guess what? Later this evening he cleaned the all the dishes and out them away. He even brought the clothes I left in the dryer up to my room, but don't be fool. He has a habit of doing this. This is part of his games. Makes you feel bad and then the fucker strikes again. I'm keeping my guard up and watching his every move.

Look for me on your daily news because I could show up anytime. I'll keep you posted.
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I'm A Dick and I Know It!

Just ask my roommate, he'll tell you like it is.

One of my roommates is at work, but the "other" one is at home with me and it makes my skin crawl. He's downstairs watching T.V. during the time he knows that I like to catch up on all the things I've DVR'd all day.

It's almost 1:30 in the morning and I'm up blogging with all the lights on in the house. My iTunes are blaring from the computer and every once in a while I get the dog riled up just enough to get a couple of loud barks. Just so I can piss him off and cause some kind of confrontation. I thought I was cured from these kind of aggressions, but I was wrong.

Most of you are thinking what a dick Ace is. Just so you don't feel alone I'm feeling the same way about myself.

I know you're also thinking why would someone want to do a thing like this to a person that they live with. I have only one answer for you, "Because he deserves it!". When I say deserve, I really mean it. I have so much more in store for him over the next 2 months. I've been waiting to unleash my wrath for about 5 months. My containment has hit the roof and it's overflowing with revenge, hate and deceit.

This is not a just because thing. I have proper cause. Let me run down a few things that he does to get under my skin. Keep in mind I'm mildly OCD. I'm at a medium. Fuck it!, I haven't been diagnosed yet, but I have it and I have it bad. That's another post for another day. Let me get on with the story.

Below are a list of things that I've had to endure over the last 5 months.


He is a food bandit. He constantly sneaks and eats my food without asking. After I gave him a stern warning about doing so he has neglected to listen to me. Now it's almost like he is calling me out. Warning. If I leave my favorite food out and I know you are going to eat it; to be safe you better pass on eating it.

He never washes his dishes or anyone elses dishes for that matter. He leaves them all on the counter for me and the other roommate to put in the dishwasher. When he does decide to put his dishes away, he fails to take the clean dishes out. He adds the dirty dishes in. Go figure, huh!?

He constantly comes in the house at 3 am stumbling into things and slamming doors. Don't get me wrong, I have my drunken nights too. I take my Jack-N-Da-Crack, grab my dog and we grub in my room and then fall asleep. Sometimes I make it the bed, sometimes I don't and sometimes I wake up with a hand full of ketchup. Sometimes I spill the drink and have flashbacks of bed wetting. TMI folk, TMI!

He plays World of Warcraft at 7 am.

He plays World of Warcraft on Tuesdays and Saturdays with his friends from Minnesota. Doesn't seem that bad, huh?. Wrong. When they all connect he has the speakers blaring and the whole neighborhood can hear the strategies of the game. He has headphones, he chooses not to use them.

He plays World of Warcraft in the middle of the night and then sleeps during the day.

He leaves a weeks worth of pizza boxes, Taco Bell wrappers, soda cans, tissues and numerous other things laying around the computer area. That would be fine and dandy if it belonged to him. It belongs to our other roommate, who refuses to use it now because of all the chaos he leaves around the desk.

His room smells like ass and it seeps out into our rooms. I tried using generic candles, but the smell overpowers it. Thank God for Pier 1 candles. There goes my savings plan.

He has a habit of getting things out of the cabinets and leaving them open. I'm thinking about making them spring activated. It takes like a second to close them after you're done.

He pretends to be on a diet. There is nothing worse than a person pretending to be on a diet. Eventually everyone will catch on. The only way for this to work is to actually lose weight. He's gaining weight. The fast food wrappers around the computer and stuffed at the bottom of the trash don't help either.

He never takes out the trash. I was gone for almost a week and the trash was still in the kitchen. When the lid doesn't close that's a sign that the trash needs to be taken out. I guess that logic has passed over to him. He just adds to the top. Sometimes I swear the dog walks by and says, "Is this guy serious?".

He makes corny jokes that only he laughs at. I don't think I have once laughed at one of his jokes. Usually I leave the room when he starts talking. That has never stopped him from finishing any of his jokes. He just keeps on and eventually you'll here a giggle, that's a sign the joke is over.

He has no friends. No exaggeration! Just ask him.

He wears two shirts and a sweatshirt in the Summertime. I could see if we were in WA, but this is Las Vegas. "Home of the Summer average of 115 degrees". He complains constantly about how hot it is. Go figure!

The list could go on and on, but I'm close to falling asleep and the more I type the madder I get. I could go next door and smother him with a pillow, but what good would that do for me. I'd end up in some jail laying next to some guy named Bubba, while he's at home eating my damn food. For now I'll keep quiet, but know that I'll be secretly plotting my revenge. Maybe I've already implemented some things, who knows? I'll never tell.
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Official Jason Mraz - I'm Yours video

Here is a little taste of what I'm feeling like or hope to be feeling like. I better rephrase that, just the mood in the video.


FIWA's Friday Shuffle

1. Mud on the Tires - Brad Paisley
2. U Remind Me - Usher
3. Won't Stop - OneRepublic
4. Shorty (Got Her Eyes on Me) - Donell Joness
5. Many the Miles - Sara Bareilles
6. Standing Still - Jewel
7. Raise Up - Petey Pablo
8. Drunk and Hot Girls - Kanye West
9. Breathe - Fabolous
10. Out of Control - Kenna
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Can You Catch Me!?

I think not people!

Today I hit the treadmill with one goal in mind, RUN! I just wanted to hit the quick start button on the treadmill and push the play button on my iPod and let my legs and feet do all the talking.

I was pretty stoked about my results. It's been a while since I've spent an hour on the treadmill. I ran an impressive 6.77 miles in that hour. I'm not saying that I wasn't tired. I'm not saying that I enjoyed it. I'm not saying I'll ever do it again, but what I will say is that tonight I felt like I accomplished something for nothing.

I guess the pressure to look good in Vegas is starting to set in and I'm just trying to just keep up with the locals.

I plan on keeping up.
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Guilty Pleasure

I'm going to try to be a little more assertive with my blog. Someone has been telling me if I post more the people will come, so I'm going to do so.

Just thought that I would put together a few things that have been "rocking my world" lately. Whether it be something on T.V. or someone in my life. I have just been getting me excited about life again. Well I better not use the word "excited". I'd rather say intrigued by my surroundings.

Check them out.

Crystal Light - It's been around for years, but as of late it's been my best friend. I'm not too crazy about the taste of water (bottled or tap). Those little packets have upped my water intake and made me appreciate being hydrated. No more yellow pee for me.

Reba - Swear to God. No joke. I've always watched this show, but usually in private because I never really wanted anybody to know that I watched. During my recent trip to Arizona, I discovered that I'm not the only one that is fascinated by this show. It's no "Must See TV Sitcom", but it sure is entertaining as hell.

text messages - Keeps me from having to have awkward silence on the phone. Who knew "LOL" could go so far.

flip flops - Before moving to Vegas, I hated to see a dude in flip flops. I thought it wasn't manly thing to have your toes out. I'm a changed man. It's amazing what a 115 degree weather can do.

dryer - This contraption has brought my OCD percentage down by at least 2%. I put my jeans and t-shirts in the dryer for a couple of minutes and then I'm out the door. Now if I can get the dog to poop in the toilet.

sun - For making my skin one black as hell color!

Jonas Brother - I can't escape these little bastards. Those songs are catchy as hell. Someone spike their sodas. I need at least one of them to go to Rehab so that I can watch T.V., turn on the radio and read a magazine without seeing them.

Chelsea Lately - This show by far is the best 30 minutes of T.V. you'll ever see. From the raunchy jokes to the off the wall celebrities that appear on the show. It's entertainment at its best. I can finally laugh a little person and not have to worry about someone accusing me of being cruel.

Fantasy Football - It's upon us people and there is nothing you can do about it but embrace it. Jump on the wagon. Even if you don't like football it'll give you a reason to add a little bit of a favorite American past time to your Sunday and Monday nights.

Olympics - No explanation needed.

chicken - Only chicken. No watermelon or Kool-Aid.

24 HR Fitness - Running on the treadmill at the gym is helping me sort through the many thoughts running through my mind.

Drop me a line or two to let me know what's got you going these fine Red, White and Blue days.
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Scenes from Arizona

Arizona Bound

About the hit the road for a road trip to Phoenix, AZ. Fun in the sun and beers all around. I'll drink for for everyone.
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Fantasy Football

It's that time of year again when football really counts or at least makes you feel like you can actually be a part of a team. If interested in joining a league let me know.
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