the joints creek.
the hair grays.
so that's how that works.
yes, that's 3 flights of steps.
wrinkles? what wrinkles? oh.
reading glasses.
my back, my poor back.
britney... she was a looker back when.
i think i'll just sleep in tonight.

late twenties,
moshi moshi.

Other than LJ, here are other places where I am on the internet.

The Podcast Radio Show
The Flag Football Commentary
My Space

In hopes of trying to keep this journal alive, I write one more entry.

Holy Ass Crap. The Pride Middleweight Tournament is going to be disgusting.

This is how I see it going:

RANDLEMAN vs. NAKAMURA
Randleman via GnP KO 1RD

LISTER vs. ARONA
Arona via Triangle Sub 2RD

VOVCHANCYN vs. KONDO
Igor via KO 1RD

BELFORT vs. OVEREEM
Vitor via KO 2RD

HENDERSON vs. MINOTOURO
Henderson via Dec.

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Jon Brion is the ill composer. His scores make me want to throw up and break my legs they're so good. Try it, you'll like it.

More often than not, I'm in the midst of reading a book. More often than not, I'm in the midst of reading more than one book. Lately, I've been on a "Band Biography" kick, reading materials written by or about modern age rock bands. In fact, this was spurned on by the resurrection from the bookcase of one of my favorite books of all time, " ( Read more... )

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Enough mediocrity. If I don't become the best advertising creative in the world, by the time I die, then I didn't try hard enough.