Saturday night I spent a pleasant evening at a friend's surprise birthday party. It was at a friend's place and it had some kickass BBQ, some good drinks, and just a nice atmosphere. one thing I noticed early on was at this party I was the only straight single male at the party. It made things a little interesting, but nothing negative. Best part was I was able to drink as much as I could and walk home. No train or car for me, just a nice stroll through the neighborhood dodging the Latin Kings on the corner and making sure I didn't stare at the scantily clad women-most were probably underage.

Tonight I went on the Universal Life Church Monastery and started the process of becoming an ordained Minister. I have the print out from the site to state I am, but I'm not really going to start going around and say that until I get all the paperwork completed. I"m not doing this to piss on religion or make a mockery of the idea. I thought it would be a good thing to have, and why not offer the opportunity for people to get married by me. Like I said, I can't really do anything yet until I get all the paperwork sorted out (especially since NYC does require some paperwork), but now when you refer to me as "Hey moron", it should now be Hey Rev. moron"!

finally, one kickass video..God Bless you Jason Miller:


link if you can't see vid on here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dNs4aKbG30

another vid:


link to vid:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ThGNl1KqgQ

I spent part of tonight trying to write a bio about myself for the website I want to create. So far this site is becoming the "Duke Nukem Forever" of sites (those who get that reference right now is falling over laughing-or is full of rage the lost time in their lives reading that line). I looked at a couple other bios people have written about themselves, and I tried to get ideas from that. I did complete one, and as usual I think it sucks. It's different than me writing this-I just go one take and it's over. I may have to pass it around to some people to get their feedback. So if you get an email from me with an attachment, know it's not a virus-this time. Eventually I will get the damn site together and you can all see a shrine to my mediocrity.

Funny thing is that I was looking at pictures of myself, and I have come to the conclusion that I look like an ugly, creepy dude. It doesn't help that my cousin and his wife are putting up pictures of their daughter, and some have me in them and I really look like a creep holding her. Am I just being tough on myself? Seeing my face in some of these pics I think is the answer to the question i have been getting lately: "So why are you single, Pete?" Eh, whatever. At this point I can care less one way or another, but still does affect the ego a tad. But hey, I have a great personality and make people laugh...there's some positivity so I don't look totally negative

For some reason, I bought the new Green Day Album last night since I do like their work. I listened to it most of the day today, and I am not totally sure what to think about it. It's not a bad album, but part of me thinks its a bit dated, where it was just a continuation of their last album. The last album was great, but it also helped that it was against the current administration in power. The recent administration isn't like the old one, but these songs seemed to be more to the older crew. Also what bothers me is that Green Day to me seems like they are trying to be Pink Floyd, with all the themes and gimmicks for entire albums. Granted it's not as self centered as what "the Wall" was, but it still feels like they want to be more storytellers than musicians.

I know that they are a really Liberal band as far as their mindsets and politics go, which sorta hurts my experience listening to their last several albums, but I can respect and appreciate the message they are trying to put out there-just I ain't buying it. Rage Against The Machine sort of had this affect on me as well as far as their politics went, but they were about change, where Green Day comes off as whiney-something that is in common with most of the youth the past couple generations so that may answer why their album did well. I don't know, I'll give it a couple listens more but I am really not sure about this album

Side note, seems more and more Green Day are stealing melodies, like on their last album I distinctly remember the stealing the melody from "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash, and there were a few on their new album sounded a LOT like other songs. I could be just me, but then again Zeppelin stole a ton of music.

Finally, I was listening to some station on the radio, and I noticed everyone has that computer effect on their voice now. It's the digital version of the Rock Box. It doesn't make the pussification, emasculating lyrics the "singers" are "singing"-seriously, don't ever follow these loser's lead and what they "say/sing", follow mine and that's how you become a real man women can respect and want. all the words that come out of their mouths are crafted to push the agenda to make real men extinct

I really hate the effect, first it hides how much these "artists" suck, and it hurts my ears when it's done the ENTIRE song when it's added to the super digitized frequencies the music is created in. At least when Peter Frampton did it (and who should ONLY be allowed to use the Rock Box), it was different-he did it only for parts of songs, and when everything was analog, the effect was bearable to ears.

In short, if you are British music legend who had flowing hair on the cover of one of the highest selling live albums of all time-if not the highest-use the rock box effect all you want, you make millions happy with it your way, on top of the beautiful guitar work. If you aren't and are one of these "studio Gangstas" that look like nothing more than a crew of twinks and/or date rapists, do us ALL a favor and take you poppers in "da club", and go into the mens' room and be the "party favor" you are only good for. Your pre-written songs about love, where the moral of it is how you are going to be the bitch of the relationship suck, and without the miracle of Pro Tools, you'd be serving me my lunch or pumping my gas.....or just breaking houses and cars.

Thank you and good night, FYI the soundtrack as I was writing this was KMFDM, Das Efx, Franz Ferdinand, Green Day...good, wholesome music for the kids.

Ok I had plans to write something here about love and relationships, but first I wanted to talk about the weekend of absolute stupidity I experienced. Saturday night I ordered the UFC PPV. The Main Event was Rashad Evans vs. Lyoto Machida. That was good enough for me to get this PPV regardless. But the second featured fight was the grudge match between Matt Hughes and Matt Serra. Serra is so Long Island, even his nickname has an accent. Anyway I was rooting for Serra, partly because he was a New Yorker, but also he's really likable and will knock any pompous ass down a notch verbally (like he did with Hughes, which led to this fight). Long story short, Hughes is really stuck up and a bully and thinks because he was trained by the great Pat Millitich, that makes him one step above everyone else (all fighters who have came from Millitich's camp are like this, BTW). Serra was the only one who has turned around and challenged Hughes on this. This all led to a long time of heated words between them. Finally, Saturday was the night it's all settled.

So the fight went on, where Hughes showed how scared he was of Serra by getting him on the ground and just sat on him the whole fight. He acted like he was trying to hurt Serra, but it as so ineffective, Serra sat under him with that look on his face like "This fucking guy!!! he's doing nothing" and at one point was laughing on camera. Anytime this wasn't happening, Serra was housing Hughes with punches and Jiu Jitsu where he almost caught Hughes in a few submissions. After the fight it went to the cards, and obviously since Hughes was the "bigger name" and fought like a bitch, he won the decision. The Man fought like a bitch and stole a victory. If he's a man, he'll give Serra a rematch and take his ass-whooping.

So Sunday, apparently one of the judges of the fight needed money, so he did the RBNY-Chicago game at Giants Stadium. I say that because the ref's consistency matched the one of the fight judges. Phantom calls, missed calls, you named it, the ref screwed it up. In the end, the Fire snuck in a goal and ran out of town a winner. So that was my weekend, nothing but bullshit calls and heartbreak.

Ok now to what I wanted to write about. I received the best advice about love and relationships recently from someone. Now, I will explain what he meant after I give you the exact quote: "Treat your wife like your girlfriend, and if you're not married treat your girlfriend like a whore." Now, I know this sounds a little unorthodox, and I asked the obvious question-"So if I give my girlfriend money and she doesn't pay me, I can slap her around like a pimp?" After a scolding look form this individual, he went on to explain things.

See, he said that when you give a woman a higher "title" in your rank of the people in life, they will get comfortable with you and then try to control you because of said title. If you don't acknowledge the title, and treat her at just a step below, then that sense of entitlement isn't there and that means less conflict and power struggles. He said instead of referring you your wife as your "wife", is "my girl", "My chick", or something other than wife. Granted she is your wife and all, but don't treat her any more than you did when you were going out. I"m not saying treating her like garbage, just treat her the best you can, but don't submit to her totally and give her that sense of entitlement from being your "wife"

Another point is that he made is that you should never sit there and feel afraid of leaving someone. I know you grow attach to people and all that, hell the ENTIRE music industry today is based on whiney bitches singing about this subject, but at the same time when you show that type of attachment, the other person will pick up on it and use it to their advantage (sorta like the last paragraph). Yeah it hurts losing people, but the best way to know when or if you should leave the person is to simply look yourself in the mirror and in the eye, and ask yourself if what you are in now is healthy and really worth all the consequences that can/will come if you stay. its a hard thing to do, but when you do the answer is crystal clear-you can NEVER lie to yourself.

I know a lot out there that read this see this as an anti-woman rant, or I'm angry at women. First off I am not Angry-that was proven in an entry a while ago. Second. I have come to the point in my life where I will never let someone else control my life. I"m not taking about having someone take control or argue over control over the little things, thats' psychotic and takes too much energy. I'm talking about changing your life and who you are because that is needed to be with them. Where you have to change your entire self and ideals of what you want because you feel this person is what you need in your life. I've been there several times with women, and I've learned that the bullshit to get what they are done is not worth the bad things that will come along like almost losing those and things you do care about.

I admit, I do feel my life is incomplete now, I don't have any significant other in my life and I feel that is a gap and a part of me missing. A couple times I thought I found someone who could fill that void perfectly, but I am glad that I had them ripped away since although they fit into my life perfectly, they were really cancerous, slowly destroying me and taking me to some dark and dangerous places I hope to never go to again. I'm sure some who read that last sentence knows what I am talking about and I hope they didn't get any shivers from the thought of those times-I owe them a TON for helping me not go any further. But this void doesn't mean I feel desperate to have it filled-if I don't ever have it filled, so be it. That's just the way it's supposed to be.

Ok, I hope to summarize what I just wrote since I did put a lot out there. All this guy was saying was that in order to be happy, neither person can feel entitled to anything from the title they are given in the relationship. Just treat the person how you feel they should be treated, not how a title they have should dictate you how to treat them. Also the only people one should just turn their lives upside down completely is for their ailing parents and their own children, no one else is worth it and quite frankly worthy of that.

Besides, the comedian Patrice Oneal had a great summary about relationships-"A happy man is a happy relationship."

Just wanted to put up a quick thing up here. First tonight I went to see my friend's bike shop he and some guys opened. I have to say for a business starting out, they look like they have the foundation there. It's not the largest place, but for starting out and where they are, it's a good situation. I have to ay I am really proud of my friend. First, even when things are going well, it takes balls to open a business. These guys decided to go for it and it looks like they have the start of something good. All the guys working there and into this business are really passionate about bikes and I think that will help them go a long way in the success of the shop. Despite him looking tired and a little nervous, as anyone would be just starting a business, it was really cool seeing him happy. Still cool to se him going out and doing this and also just cool to feel proud for a friend.

See? I'm not a total asshole. The people who I like and are cool with I try to help out and support. I do all I can to make sure that those who do good for me, I make sure I return the favor. Just remember that.

Side note the website thing hasn't really progressed. Not lost interest, but I haven't had time to really work on it. This weekend I want to really work on it. I do want to get it up and running, but I won't until I am sure it is done right.

Tonight, I will be giving my impressions of the three minutes I saw of TV most classiest show “The Real Housewives of New Jersey”. Finally, a show that makes “Dog the Bounty Hunter” look like the Cosby Show:

-Look at these fucking gindaloons!!!!
-What a shock; there’s women with big hair, shitty makeup, and slutty fashion sense in Jersey
-Apparently the Escalade, BMW, and Mercedes has replaced the Camaro with T-tops in Jersey
-Along with that line, fake tans, “Dragon Ball Z-like” hair, and anything with the ITalian Flag has -replaced the Mullet
-The only guys on this show are the typical “tough guy” that in reality are just a bunch of twinks if someone stood up to them
-You know what’s sad? these are the assholes who probably bitched about the “Sopranos” being a negative representation of the Italian-American


So there ya go, my in-depth analysis of a show I only saw a part of while I was getting a drink of water in the kitchen. Also, good to see two of my theories still gold up: first, New Jersey is the same as Long Island, just without the class. Second, anyone above I-78 in that state is just a descendant of an immigrant that couldn’t cut it in NYC, and below are either carneys, hayseeds or immigrants that couldn’t cut it in Philly.

Finally, not to stoke my ego, but I came to a realization today and it made me smile and feel proud of myself. I had an offer from the Devil at one time. The offer had everything I could ever want, but the price of it would have had me losing a lot more. To be honest, I almost took it but then I decided to play hardball. The result, the Devil flinched and actually called me selfish then stormed off. I don’t regret doing what I did, and I am actually proud of what I did.

May not mean much to you, but I thought it was cool.

OK, I figured I would try to show you that think I’m an angry person, I am not. I am actually a nice guy, but if I am pushed I will push back and make sure the end result is that person on their ass-either physically, emotionally, or verbally.

According to dictionary.com (and you know all this is true-IT’S ON THE ITNERNETZ LOOLLOLLLLLZ!!!!1!!!!1!!!!111!!), you all think I am at times or my attitude is one of being:

an⋅gry

–adjective, -gri⋅er, -gri⋅est.
1 feeling or showing anger or strong resentment (usually fol. by at, with, or about): to be angry at the dean; to be angry about the snub.
2 expressing, caused by, or characterized by anger; wrathful: angry words.
3 Chiefly New England and Midland U.S. inflamed, as a sore; exhibiting inflammation.
4 (of an object or phenomenon) exhibiting a characteristic or creating a mood associated with anger or danger, as by color, sound, force, etc.: an angry sea; the boom of angry guns.


Now, in reality This word I believe is more accurate when/if I am in my mood:

sur⋅ly

–adjective, -li⋅er, -li⋅est.
1 churlishly rude or bad-tempered: a surly waiter.
2 unfriendly or hostile; menacingly irritable: a surly old lion.
3 dark or dismal; menacing; threatening: a surly sky.
4 Obsolete. lordly; arrogant


But as I said earlier, I am really a nice guy. I’m almost a a teddybear, even a pussycat. But some in the end, I am just me. Either like me or don’t.

Best thing I have ever been told by a friend of mine was recently recently hanging out a bar one night.

“Look, I read your blogs, hang out around you, see what you do/have done for your friends and family, and I find you to be an amazing person. And if any ex of yours or anyone who has met you don’t see that, they are idiots and don’t deserve to have you around or they are just a bunch of fucking assholes.”


And to those idiots and assholes who still read this (hey, I’d feel bad losing me in their lives and would want to patheticly try to keep me in my life as well), just wait to you see what I got planned in the coming months.

I happened to see part of that "john and Kate plus eight" disaster on TV tonight. First off, I believe the TLC channel, which this piece of garbage is on, is ran by a bunch of carneys. This show is the most popular of all the freak families shows, where they have entire litters rather than children. these are the shows where the woman couldn't have a kid naturally-probably because God didn't want the bitch to breed-and science and the parent's selfishness and greed has resulted in families of 8-15 parasites on society. I personally think any family with more than 3 children are insane and should be sterilized. Then again, I"m old school: the only people who should have huge families are Irish Catholics or those you find living in the deep south or Bronx.

Anyway back the Jon and Kate. Kate, the child cannon that is the mother role, is really a piece of garbage. She doesn't take care of the kids-she has a nanny who does the work or her husband who is the one who has to be at her beck and fucking call for whatever she wants, especially if it is for "her children" The best way I could describe her is think of what is huge on her after all these kids and you'll get exactly what type of personality she has. So all she does is talk to her husband as if HE is one of the children, and does all she can to emasculate him. In her world, he's just a wallet, not a man. Even seeing the pics of the husband form the start of their series to now, you see a man slowly dying. What happens in the end? he runs off to get a college co-ed or two...

See, here's what bothers me about this how, and as well as society. These shows are tying to emasculate men. They show this woman bitch, bitch, bitch and break down the man. this makes the rubes think it's ok to do this to their men. This is probably where women think I"m psychotic because I don't take this shit and I will put a woman in her place. Before you all think I'll hit a woman, go fuck yourself. What I mean is that when a woman gets lippy and bitches at me, I slowly get real close to her and tell how it is, and shut the fuck up and "get it."

I"m not totally rigid and hard line. I am open to negotiations, and I may let a chick get her way on a lot of things I don't see as a big deal. But when it comes to major things, like them telling me that I will be talked to when and however they want, and how there are "rules" i HAVE to abide by, thats when I have lay it down and tell them how it is with me. Some may be saying "well this is why you are single, you don't listen to the woman." Well, I'm not a child, I am a fucking adult and I will not be forced into a box. Why would I go through all that garbage? Some piece of ass that in reality is a dime-a-dozen?

Now back to Jon and the Parasite with 8 tiny parasites. SInce their marriage is seemingly going to end, YOU ALL KNOW that attention whore Kate is already getting some real shyster lawyer to force the victim in all this to pay his entire life for his kids AND that pig of a wife. She already is trying to do they pity tour to get some sympathy. If I was the dude, I'd be at at TLC getting all the raw video footage I could to show what kind of monster she is, to show the justification of him leaving her. There has to be some footage of her berating him over and over again.

I don't know why I went off like that, just sucks seeing these shows making men look like shit, especially when the guy is doing what man should do-raise a family and take care of his responsibilities-and that isn't good enough for these women...'cause they know how to get things done!!! They are strong women that need no man.

But I'm a woman hater right people?

Happy belated Mother’s Day to you all fine mothers (and happy MILF’s Day to all you fine-ass bitches). Spent mine with the family, and it was a cool time overall. Nothing huge happened today. Hope ally ou people were good to your mother, considering what bullshit most of you put them through and they didn’t tell you to piss off.

I spent Friday night out at a bar with some friends. I got to the bar a little early, so I decided to walk around the neighborhood. Where this bar is, the East Village, is a lot of hipsters, and colleges students thanks to some of the universities in the area. Seeing what was around me, I felt two things: old and fat. The old part isn’t new since I’m 30 and that’s always been feeling old since I turned 30. The fat part actually started the night before, where after my shower and I stood on my scale...all nekked (there’s the sexy partof this entry ladies-take all of that picture in and enjoy). I”m on the scale, and had to look around my belly to see I am about 243 lbs. I”m 5’11” and I should not be this fat. I wish I could also say it’s all muscle but I can’t pull that lie off!!! I have to get some weight off me, not for vanity-I honestly don’t really care how I look; someone will like me and think I”m cute/hot no matter what. I just don’t feel right especially with my height and weight ratio. I ‘m planning on going on a diet soon, and hopefully trim down a bit. That I promise

So after a little while hanging out with my friends and shooting the shit, I was talking to a female friend of mine. For the second time in two weeks, I was told how great of a person I am, and as it was put Friday night “If you exes couldn’t see how great of a person you are, they are either stupid or just simply a bunch of assholes who don’t deserve you.” I’ll be honest I did lift my spirit and it put me in a good mood for the rest of the night. Finally after some nice partying and some kick-ass pizza at the pizza joint on Ave. A by 13th street, it was time to go home. I got my ride home with my friends who were all form Queens as well. The ride could not be more Dominican. First off it’s in an older BMW that hasn’t been tricked out too much, but has a nice stereo head in the dashboard with Z100 blasting. I will say that I was in the front seal since when I tried to get into the back, I almost crushed one chick when I tried to slide into the back seat. So anyway after a quick trip to White Castle I got home, passed out, and woke up three hours almost dying. Thank god I did have a glass of water around from when I got home, I think, since I was almost dying from dry mouth and whatever. After I finished my water the next thing I know it was noon Saturday.

Ok just to make this entry worth a damn: here are some videos to look at, maybe it will make up for the substandard crap I just wrote:

Matt Serra blogs for his upcoming UFC fight May 23.







finally, my favorite commercials these days for the MLB 09 video game

For a belated Cinco de Mayo here is something for you all:


George Lopez




Paul Rodriguez:





Cheech Marin:


(well, Cheech and Chong-but still good)

So what the hell drives you? what the hell is your passion? That is a question I had for myself and I threw out there last week. I wondered what exactly drives me to do and say what I do. I spent some of my free time thinking about this subject, and I thought I would write out what I think really “gets me going”.

First my core passion is my family. I started to wane from this a few years ago when I started to get the impression that they were not agreeing with how I live. It seemed as if they were still treating me as if I was 12, in that they would question and shoot down whatever ideas or plans I had for myself. This really happened after my dad died, since a lot of people honestly thought he was the only one who “handled” me. Now its cool since I pretty much “drew a line in the sand” and dared anyone to cross it. Ironicly this is something my dad taught me: stand your ground in whatever you want to do, and don’t back off. The realness of how much passion I have for my family came after an incident that has led me down the road I am now as far as changing myself. After that I will do whatever I can for my family, and there has been things I have done that people at first see as crazy, but seeing the context of why I did what I did, they understand and find it commendable.

Right now, I will put my family almost as top priority, provided I feel they are a part of my family that hasn’t brought shame or lowered the standard I feel my family’s name should be at. I feel there have been some who have not done the right thing and has caused a lot of problems and pain for other relatives, but I will not get into it here. But for those relatives that I feel deserve my time, be it something as simple as helping with moving their stuff from one place to another-often through areas I rather not go through, or helping relatives with their daily routine or visiting their spouses in a hospital everyday-which I suspended my job search at the time to accomplish, I’m there for my family members. Now these days there is more important matters in my family that I may be needed to help out, I will do all I can to make sure everything they ask of me is accomplished.

ANd this passion really isn’t just for family members, but those who I really care about. I”ve done a lot of things for those not related to me, but who are “good people”. The list of these people is really short, since I have been taken advantage of and now I am really skeptical of anyone outside of my family.

My next passion I have is for the only sport that I have had a passion for that has never waned-soccer. Yeah I like other sports, but the thing is all these sports have done something that made me lose a lot of interest in the sport. Soccer though has always stayed with me. See, when I had cataracts and was blind as a goddamn bat, soccer was the only sport I could play. Why is that you ask? Simple: it was teh only ball I could see. So as a kid I played soccer in various leagues in the NYC area and in PA, but that was all cut short when I started to get extreme pain in my ankle. Turned out I had complications form when I broke it years earlier, and had to have sugery on said ankle. So during the time I was a gimp, World Cup 94 happened, an my passion for the sport really grew. Watching some of the world’s best-like Brazil’s Romario, Italy’s Roberto Baggio, Bulgeria’s Stoichcov, and other stars really was an amazing thing to watch. Also watching the US team do their thing and make it into the knockout round-where they took it to Brazil and held them to being scoreless until late in the game-was a cool thing. Funny part is all the members of that team I could care less if they all keeled over and died now since all of them are delusional assholes.

When the MLS was formed, I got excited that there was a team in the area. Empire SC was the name of the team at first, and was to be playing in Long Island (but later became the Metrostars and was moved to Jersey). I followed all the news on the league, and got excited the Metros got Roberto Donadoni and Tab Ramos for their midfield. At first I got excited, then when reality hit I was disappointed. Donadoni didn’t stay around long, but made so much of an impact I still think he’s the best midfielder the team ever had. Ramos on the other hand used the league as an ATM and was always “hurt”, but still bilked the league out of a lot of money. My finest memory of me and my dad was the first game I went to, which was after my dad had knee surgery and he insisted in taking me regardless.

After 14 years, I still have a passion for this team. I am not one who expects the team to win it all, but just at least try to win. The entire history of the team has made me get to this point. I still go to the games, stand in the ESC section, scream my voice out, and hope the team doesn’t embarrass themselves on the field. I also have a passion for the experience of soccer game day. I love hanging out in the parking lot and talking with most of the people who show up (some still don’t get it and act in a way I rather not be around). Quite honestly, I have more intelligent conversations at a soccer game, than I ever had at a baseball game, or a football game, or any other sporting event. I’ve learned more from the other people at a soccer tailgate that I find myself better. Also Some at these tailgates have helped me out in some form or another, and vice versa. I still love traveling to other parts of the country for games, but the recent years it’s sort of waned, again given some of the element that is in the group I am a part of, which is hard to ignore when you are on a bus with them. Still I enjoy going to games and having a good time, and I also love the sport and that passion is always there.

One of the biggest things I have a passion for is finding out things. I like to aquire knowledge on different things-politics, sports, technology, the media and how they affect/control the rubes in society, etc-whatever I think that I can use. Most of all, people interest me. I like to find what makes people tick. There are a ton of different types of people out there, and some have some fascinating things about them. I like to figure out what exactly makes this society work-like how there are people who selflessly help others to better the entire community, and what makes it fucked up and damaged-like scumbags who scheme the stupid and weak. I read a lot of books on people and different parts of society. For example, I am reading a book now called “Rapture Ready!:Adventures in the Parallel Universe of Christian Pop Culture” by Daniel Radosh. It’s a book about what the Christians do for their version of pop culture in music, TV, books, and other aspects. To me it’s an interesting subject to look at, while a little frightening to tell you the truth, and I learn some new things form reading something like this. Also I will watch a ton of Discovery, National Geographic, and other educational channels. I think it’s important to know what is going on around this world for your safety and just knowledge-and it’s always good to know your enemy.
Also the behavior of people interest me. I like to see how people react when they are found to be liars, or what levels they will go to keep their lies alive. It amaes me what people will do to keep deceptions going: fuzzy math on a SEC filing, using sick people-especially family members-as a front to do their devious things, just some real scumbag things. I love it when they justice comes and they get found out. Sometmes when I do call people out on their bullshit after getting some inconsistent information, I can be obnoxious. But I learned the more angrier the other person gets, the closer I am to the truth. think about it, if you’re not lying or hiding something, why would you get mad if I ask some simple questions. Nothing satisfies me more when I do get the truth, and how miserable people are when I do (since most people can’t stand I am right).

Best experience for this was when I just happened to ask someone a few questions about inconsistencies about why we couldn’t hang out, and out of the blue a few days later I get a phonecall that lasted 15 minutes where I was told all that I did for this person-all the emails, cards, written letters, gift-cards I gave so this person can enjoy something they like since they were going through a “rough time” according to this person-was done by me for my selfish ways. As heart and soul crushing this was, it gave me the satisfaction that “I found your punkass out!!!”

Interesting side story to end this entry. This past weekend I got a call form a friend who I have helped out in the past, and she was going through some drama with her dude. So we got to talking and the subject got to what I was doing this weekend, and I mentioned I was going to see my cousin and his family. We talked about that a bit, and I said I was going to be the godfather to his daughter. She asked me how I get along with his wife, and I said we were cool. I went through some of the things i have done for my cousin and his wife, and she did that “aww” where if she was single, I think I would have been “in”. as I was continuing what was talking about, she blurts out “I have to ask, how do you not have a girlfriend or wife at this point?” My smart-ass side wanted to snap back “if I knew I wouldn’t be single stupid!”, but seeing I am trying to change myself for the better, I held back. I simply said thanks for the compliment and I didn’t know. She then goes “You have this one side you put out where it can be a tad harsh and rough, but you have this other side that if you showed more, you’d have been married by now.” Aside from this conversation making me a tad awkward, I calmly reminded her what happened the last time I did that and then she went “Oh yeah.” Needless to say the rest of the talk we had was both nice in that my ego was lifted but awkward in how she said what she said-along with a couple other things.