Friends left some flavored vodka behind, and I had some leftover Kahlua. My mind put together that I could make a white russian and be fat and happy.

Watermelon flavored white russian D:

Live and learn.

Well, I finally decided to apply for the Harley Race Wrestling Camp. I'm hoping for the best when September comes around. I need to kick up the exercises, eating, and intensity if I'm finally going to fucking do this.

I just looked back on the history of wrestling, and you know what ( Read more... )

Sorry gents, but no tricks for you. Target called me back and I'm getting TWO interviews. Suck on that, ya fucking ungrateful boat of wasted money and hope.

The local casino is having a job fair on Saturday at noon, so if I can't get a job THEN, I'm going to start turning tricks.

Had some fun messing around on Street Fighter 4 with some friends last night. Managed to beat them 18 times in a row before my 'Gief thumb started hurting.

I'm about a month from moving out (oh, I'm moving out), and I can't get a job. ANYWHERE. I have turned in about 12-13 applications around town, and aside from an interview that was ultimately fruitless, I've got nut'in.

The pressure is ON folks.

Orton has mastered the ability to completely destroy any human being with just one foot.

Live in fear.

I pulled both of my calves.

That's it. Hurts though.

Is it just me, or is John Cena not involved in the RAW storyline whatsoever? Sure, he's the champion, but that's... Pretty much it.