Life is Worth Losing, Shouts to George Carlin

George Carlin was like the funniest uncle anyone could ever have. An uncle who told you the reality of the world that your parents wanted to shield you from. This is how I viewed him, when I first saw him on a HBO special in the last decade. Carlin was spewing some venom and heat directed at, well, religion. It was at that moment I realized that I was okay and doubting was crucial to my human development. Carlin's remarks about the negative aspects of religion helped jumpstart my inquiry into the logical fallacies that religion had on display.

The Father, comic, and my uncle George will be missed. Segue> The Lakers and Celts staged another finals, and C's won in six. I wanted Kobe to win his fourth, but I am cool with KG winning his first. segue>

Sex in the car is a real rush, seriously. I got a girl who just absolutely loves to give head in the backseat, and she is great at this my friends. I need another girls who love sex as much as she does. peace,lvoe and succe SS

30 days until infinity

Now, the where have you been question answered in short detail. I have been trying to recreate a mental paradise for myself, and find a way to get Nicole to join me. In addition to those endeavours, I have also been in the extenuating processes of rekindling my motivations, desires, and moods for getting my literary genius in order once again. Yes, of course spending time with quality women are also a top priority of mine. I have been doing the school thing, and that's just kosher. I've also been doing a lot of reading, and I have ran across some interesting materials that can only boost my appeal to not only myself, but everyone who comes in contact with me. I have just embarked upon a 30 day challenge that has been going swimmingly of course. The missions vary from day to day, and they only become more difficult as time progresses. 3rd day, the mission was to not shower, and shave for the day and also get some vocal training in. I thought long and hard about the not showering part initially, but as the morning continued to go in, that notion became a better convinced idea that I liked. To really get the experience down, hell I even put on the same clothes from yesterday, and my confidence seemed as if it shot up more than usual. I was actually having fun, and became less socially conscious about the whole ordeal. Also, I realized that not that many people actually worry about that stuff, and it's hard to not know that I have on the same clothes. I am a really impeccable fashionable guy, but no one decided to call me on it. I'm really going to stick with this challenge, and see how it goes. I want to have a weekly report written that encompasses all the days high and lows for the week, and post it on Friday, I guess.

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A conduit for fresh!

There is no rhyme or reason why anyone could disagree with me on that. For what seems like eons, I have been at the top of the fashion peak. To catch a glimpse of me in everyday experience is grandiose, if I do say so myself. I am beyond fly, almost space rocket in my ascensions into the universe of fresh. My style is all wild, and color coordinated. Hell, I'm like crayola in the flesh, no matter what color it is, I am able to make it blend, ya dig.

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Kim K./ The Pick-up artist/ My strange dream and music

Kim K. as I like to refer to her is definitely one of the finest fem fa tales that my eyes have had the glory of seeing. My goodness, the benz that female carries around with her is spectacular, it can make you wreck your damn car, or commit suicide if she ever left you. Now, for the sake of argument she is of Armenian descent, and I conjure the question, where can I locate some Armenian ladies that bear a striking resemblance to her, hahaha. Also, she has her own reality t.v series in preparations and I am thinking of good ratings when that show appears on the tube. Seriously, that chick serious. Hopefully her show goes to Vh1.

The Pick-up artist is a new reality show that I have just discovered, and I am remarkably taken by it already. The premise for this show is very needed, and I am happy to see that some shows are vaguely addressing the psychological issues that plague some males in society when it comes to approaching females. Personally, I wish I was on the show, although my sex-life is going okay, I still think that learning how to really remove the nervousness from the approach is a learning process that even the masters still work on. The episode that trapped me into this web was episode two. I can't recall all of the cast members, yet, but I can recall a fellow named Spoon who wanted off the show. The guys who are lending this helping hand were deeply disappointed with him because he had the potential to better many areas of his life by staying on the show, but he chose to stay moping around in obscurity instead of improving his life. I felt really bad for the buy, he seemed like a genuine person who is just so shy until it super cedes other areas of his life. The fear of approaching people that he has could make him become a social hermit, and lifelong self rodeo rider. I am hooked on this show now, and I can't wait for episode 3 to come on. A show specifically designed with this content is so mandatory in today's world, it is sort of a dream for me. While on the subject of dreams, I had a very bizarre dream this morning.

Just what the heck was my subconscious trying to tell me this morning. Okay, my dream centered around the Mike Vick case, and I was the one defending Vick in the court of public opinion. My father was on the phone calling powerful people and enforcing his opinion to topple Vick. The quote that I said in the dream was, " It is unconstitutional, and un- American in the court of public opinion the way that we are treating Mike Vick. The most telling part about this dream is that I am not defending the actions of Mike Vick, but my father is to some extent. Also, I am not trying to burn Vick at the stake either in reality. Hopefully what this dream was reinforcing was my ability to understand two sides of an issue and not make up my mind without all the facts. Vick, I hope you take the plea agreement, bro.

Finding forever, by common is an experience in the realm of hip hop music and beauty of this art form. The emotions on this record range over worldwide spectrums, and the lyricism he displays is always rewind material. Finding my forever, and I hope you are out doing the same. Until next time.

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Say it Loud!

I can't recall the exact age I was when I first heard those words, from the famous mouth of James Brown, but I can recall the effect they had on me. Those words said with such strength and conviction, that being black was at that themoment the best race to be in any years on planet Earth. It made an enormous annonuncement of Black power and character, and James Brown was our leader that day and many years after. James Brown inspired so many people in his lifetime that it would be unfair to him to even estimate by sheer guessing. No matter how large the number is, you would always being leaving some people out. James Brown not only gave a face to his generation, but he gave an enormous glaring positive shadow to my generation as well. This man bypassed race when it came to influence, through the talents that he nurtured and shared with us all that he became an icon while still alive to the world.

When I think of James Brown, my fondest memory is when he is shown on the Ed Sullivan t.v show, and he kicks the mic stand and splits and pops right back up. That split signified a new era in modern music and increased fans from that point from a new audience of people. The Godfather of Soul, one of his many monikers that stuck to him like super glue. James Brown the most charismatic performer since, well, there was never another who performed quite like him. Rest in Perfection, Mr. James Brown.

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Man, I miss my dawg!

A.D. where are you my dude? Just where in world could you be? I really wish I had a number, email, something on your whereabouts. I can't believe that one of best friends isn't in my life right now. When we were in New Orleans, sure we didn't see each other much, but we knew where the other was for the most part. In the late 90's and early 00's we were hanging. What happened to that? I'll tell you time, life, adulthood those things came into play and separated you and I. It wasn't that big of a deal, we knew those things were going to eventually happen, but so soon they occurred. I remember going to crib and just hanging with you and your pops. Pops was cool as shit, kept it funky for the most part. Those were some good times, remember when the cowboys were good, and then sad. We use to laugh our asses off at how you would show up late for school after Dallas lost on Sunday. Man, time goes so fast, and doesn't let up for any of us. Wherever you are, you are still my dude! Peace and love Dean of BABU.

T.O. just tinkled a little bit, and didn't really take a full piss. Alert the President, call all the local media outlets! That's overexaggeration, but that's how it reads and sounds to me. T.O. had an allergic reaction to pain pills and his supliments, and the local media went dumb. T.O. had a suicide attempt, he had thirtysomething pills pumped from his stomach. The craziness in Dallas is insane, literally. Since he arrived he has been the most covered sports figure in town, and it has really started to piss me off. I like T.O. a little bit, but to much of T.O. isn't a good thing for any of us.

Ducks,Ducks my team from Oregon got some breaks in the game two weeks ago against the Sooners. I can't lie about that, but I refuse to say that I wanted us to lose a game. That's crazy, I bleed green and yellow, and I want the Pac-10 team to win the whole thing. A national title would be so sweet. Did you see how we beat the duck hell out of Arizona St.? I loved every minute of it. Now we travel to Cal on Saturday, I think the results will be different, but I am predicting an Oregon victory.

We moved into another house, a very humble abode. Til next time, hunt for the kill to save the starving villagers, and roam safely in the wilderness

W.O.M.T.G.

Now, here's something, that man since the dawn of humanity, and ancestors of the animal kingdom alike can akin too. The Waste Of My Time Girl. These are the girls who toy with a man's emotions. The ones who say stuff like," I don't know what I'll do without in my life." "I just need more time, if you love me, as much as you say you do, you will be patient for me." Mind you, these girls may have had some deeply rooted attraction towards you in the beginning, but suddenly the chemical moment slipped past, and you never knew it. You would call her phone, just to see how she was doing, and get blown off for some other time. Never was this a one time thing, no, you would try this same routine, and get the same treatment. What the pains the most, is you probably banged the hell out of this chick, and you aren't the type to get upset over situations like this, but this one seems different. Then, you may have never banged her at all, and that's the reason she holds all the cards. Whichever of the two previous sentences best describes your issue, is how you answer your time wasted with this chick.
When it comes right down to it, every W.O.M.T.G. bears a striking resemblance to the first W.O.M.T.G. She's pretty, smart, funny, and indecisive as hell. These girls never really have their minds made up, except on one thing, that you're not who they see themselves with. These girls go out to a restaurant, and can't decide on lobster or shrimp. Make a visit to a grocery store, and can't bear themselves to leave without checking every box of cereal with Tony the tiger on it. If you happen to be in the company of a W.O.M.T.G. and see this behavior being exhibited, like it most certainly will be, run don't walk to the exit. Even if the only way out is "Snakes on a PLane" get the hell away from her.
W.O.M.T.G. are the enemies of every man.

Finally, I hope my bros took heed to this words. To all of the W.O.M.T.Gs stick your index finger down your throat, and choke yourself to death BITCH!