In light of some recent events I've started to realize that many people view me as 100% perfect, in every way, shape, and form. Some people may even view me as 'Jesus' like - if you think Jesus is perfect, you know, his whole walking on water thing. Although, I don't want to burst your bubble - but this is not the case - let's try an activity...
Right now I want you to visualize someone who you think is perfect, it cannot be me (sorry), maybe it's John Daily, Obama, Osama, Justin Bieber or even Koko - now realize that they have flaws. For instance, Bieber is canadian, sure he has great hair but he probably doesn't believe in the right to carry a gun. These people, even though they seem perfect, have their own flaws, JUST LIKE ME.
I have many flaws, I'm not always the greatest ball player on the court (greatest white player? OF COURSE). I procrastinate, masturbate, and hibernate way too much. Not to mention my spot on rhyming skill. Do I always look good? Well of course I do, that is why many people think I'm perfect. It's usually more of my character flaws that show my true lack of perfection. From my hate of everyone that is not perfect, somehow that makes me not perfect (irony? onomatopoeia? shhhhhhhhh brrrrrrrrr). Obviously my knowledge of the english language and grammar ain't no weakness. Maybe it's because I make fun of anyone who is retarded or stuck at a dead end job. Let me be honest, it is very difficult for me to sit here and come up with any flaws but I want to drive home one point. I occasionally will have a mental break, where I lose my perfection for the slightest moment. It could a missed dunk, it could be rejection (in any aspect of my life), it could be lack of execution or lack of humor. But please stay with me, although my true colors may show through, I will always return to perfection shortly. I just need you to lower your expectations of me for very brief moments.
This has been a PSA from CcT. Thanks.
20 February 2011
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26 April 2010
Thoughts of Monday
Today was a tough day, it finally hit me....I'm TWENTY FUCKIN' FOUR. My life is over, I mean that's like hitting the biggest shit wall ever. I have nothing else to live for, I dare you to come up with three things that I should live for...
...marriage? haha - I will never find a diver named Stella, even if I do she'll most likely always be up and probably only have one leg - - shark attack.
...success? everyone knows success happens between the ages of 16 - 24 - no one wants to see a 24 year old fuck succeed at something, unless they're mentally handicapped or black. Face it, I'm stuck in a shitty ass cube for the next 60 years.
...facial hair? I don't deserve facial hair (maybe a soul patch)!
You're probably thinking - shit this guy's gonna commit suicide - NO my faithful reader that would make life too easy for you (plus I would fail at committing suicide unless I could find a gorge...where could I find a suicide gorge???) I will live to 100 years of age, I will stick it out, I will...why?
The same reason I've stuck out the first 24 years of my life. To blaze my own path - my own path of complete douchery. Do I want all the money in the world? Of Course. Do I want a full head of gorgeous shiny hair? Already have it! Do I want to pitch in the majors? Who Doesn't? Do I want to continue asking myself idiotic questions? Hells yeah. I don't know where I was going with this, but let me just finish by saying that I will continue living, as I have lived for the past 24 years, good or bad, I will make something of my life, most likely bad - but hey, people remember the bad lives as well (you've heard of Barrack Obama haven't you?).
In a semi-related note, I'm also down because I've realized I don't have a TRUE nemesis at this point. I believe everyone should have nemesis - someone who they really dislike for no obvious reason except that this person is just there. Someone you deal with daily, usually this is not direct contact but more likely an indirect contact, such as...sitting 10 cubes over, sitting 10 desks over, sitting 2 bus seats over. They are just around. It is very hard to explain why this person is a nemesis compared to an enemy or just plain fag, but for some reason they are like fingernails on a chalkboard - fucking annoying.
At this point I have no nemesis. During high school I had a nemesis, college oh fuck yeah, my first six months at work - you know it...but these past 4 months? No one, nothing, I simply can't find a suitable nemesis for my life. I don't want to force the issue and say - that guy mowing the grass in jean shorts is my new nemesis. A fag? Most likely. Nemesis? No. So as I search for a true nemesis, let's help you...
Stop reading. Just think for 5 seconds...do you have nemesis?? It should take no longer than 5 seconds to answer that question.
If you have a nemesis, CONGRATULATIONS. I applaud you, you may not realize how much having a true nemesis has improved your life but trust me it has.
If you don't have a nemesis, YOU SUCK. I laugh at you, but also want you to pay a little more attention to your daily routine. I can almost guarantee that there is someone you notice everyday that just destroys you. You want and need them as a nemesis - so keep your head up and here is to you finding that fingernail for the chalkboard of your life.
shew shew out
...marriage? haha - I will never find a diver named Stella, even if I do she'll most likely always be up and probably only have one leg - - shark attack.
...success? everyone knows success happens between the ages of 16 - 24 - no one wants to see a 24 year old fuck succeed at something, unless they're mentally handicapped or black. Face it, I'm stuck in a shitty ass cube for the next 60 years.
...facial hair? I don't deserve facial hair (maybe a soul patch)!
You're probably thinking - shit this guy's gonna commit suicide - NO my faithful reader that would make life too easy for you (plus I would fail at committing suicide unless I could find a gorge...where could I find a suicide gorge???) I will live to 100 years of age, I will stick it out, I will...why?
The same reason I've stuck out the first 24 years of my life. To blaze my own path - my own path of complete douchery. Do I want all the money in the world? Of Course. Do I want a full head of gorgeous shiny hair? Already have it! Do I want to pitch in the majors? Who Doesn't? Do I want to continue asking myself idiotic questions? Hells yeah. I don't know where I was going with this, but let me just finish by saying that I will continue living, as I have lived for the past 24 years, good or bad, I will make something of my life, most likely bad - but hey, people remember the bad lives as well (you've heard of Barrack Obama haven't you?).
In a semi-related note, I'm also down because I've realized I don't have a TRUE nemesis at this point. I believe everyone should have nemesis - someone who they really dislike for no obvious reason except that this person is just there. Someone you deal with daily, usually this is not direct contact but more likely an indirect contact, such as...sitting 10 cubes over, sitting 10 desks over, sitting 2 bus seats over. They are just around. It is very hard to explain why this person is a nemesis compared to an enemy or just plain fag, but for some reason they are like fingernails on a chalkboard - fucking annoying.
At this point I have no nemesis. During high school I had a nemesis, college oh fuck yeah, my first six months at work - you know it...but these past 4 months? No one, nothing, I simply can't find a suitable nemesis for my life. I don't want to force the issue and say - that guy mowing the grass in jean shorts is my new nemesis. A fag? Most likely. Nemesis? No. So as I search for a true nemesis, let's help you...
Stop reading. Just think for 5 seconds...do you have nemesis?? It should take no longer than 5 seconds to answer that question.
If you have a nemesis, CONGRATULATIONS. I applaud you, you may not realize how much having a true nemesis has improved your life but trust me it has.
If you don't have a nemesis, YOU SUCK. I laugh at you, but also want you to pay a little more attention to your daily routine. I can almost guarantee that there is someone you notice everyday that just destroys you. You want and need them as a nemesis - so keep your head up and here is to you finding that fingernail for the chalkboard of your life.
shew shew out
A M.I.A. Video on BMsF
I don't know what to say...the video has to be posted on BMsF. M.I.A's newest song "Born Free" off her soon to be released album. The video is crazy, we all hate GINGERS but this might take it too far. Check it out. The songs pretty solid as well.
M.I.A, Born Free from ROMAIN-GAVRAS on Vimeo.
17 April 2010
Summer of 10' Road Trip...If YOU GOT THE BALLS
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It starts June 4th...goes roughly 2 months, 24 cities, 11,000 miles, 7 days of driving...why? 30 MLB games in 30 MLB stadiums. Logistics have been planned...now I just need 1 or 2 more brave soldiers for this epic, life changing event. You In?
23 February 2010
Snitches get much worse than Stitches at BMsF, they get DiZZISSED
There is no need for any negativity on BMsF. It is a blog without hate, except it has a significant amount of hate. But I don't need new members who find this blog because they're are stealing music tastes of others. These people can leave and never return. They can doubt all they want, but guess what BMsF was built around doubt and just because your life does not stack up to the people around you, doesn't mean you have to come to cyber space, something you've built your life around, and drop negative remarks that really have no truth behind them. Although, the assuming remark was dead on (I shouldn't assume), but beyond that you got shit.
One of my pet peeves is that people think they know someone else because they hang out 5 times a year...come on. You're just making assumptions based on the very little knowledge you have or hear about that person and I think YOU, of all people, know what assuming does.
So believe what you will, believe what you want, in the end you got nothin', never have never will. No skills, no trades, no ladies, and I don't think you have a blog? If so, does it have over .34 readers a month? I highly doubt that.
Here's a little picture for everyone...blast from the past...maybe the snitch should have started using rogaine because damn the past 5 years have been rough. I guess you don't really need conditioner anymore.
P.S. I'm not calling Tunde Adebimpe a snitch, I have no information that he is or has ever been a snitch.
P.S.S. BRMC in one week...see you there snitch!
One of my pet peeves is that people think they know someone else because they hang out 5 times a year...come on. You're just making assumptions based on the very little knowledge you have or hear about that person and I think YOU, of all people, know what assuming does.
So believe what you will, believe what you want, in the end you got nothin', never have never will. No skills, no trades, no ladies, and I don't think you have a blog? If so, does it have over .34 readers a month? I highly doubt that.
Here's a little picture for everyone...blast from the past...maybe the snitch should have started using rogaine because damn the past 5 years have been rough. I guess you don't really need conditioner anymore.
P.S. I'm not calling Tunde Adebimpe a snitch, I have no information that he is or has ever been a snitch.P.S.S. BRMC in one week...see you there snitch!
22 February 2010
Old Skool (literally) Part Uno
I'm gonna try something new. One day a week I'm going to post a college assignment that I turned in at some point during my college career. I will try to give you a little background, if I remember the grade I received I'll post that, and the date created if found will be posted...hopefully you'll just be able to enjoy CcT from the years past. I will not alter these documents one bit, I will simply copy and paste. Let me inform you that I was not always in my right mind, for various reasons, but that makes this even more enjoyable. Some of these assignments might be multiple parts because of their length. Also, feel free to reproduce or use these anyway you see fit. Say you're in college and need a quick essay on Greenpeace, well I might just have one of those and if it's posted then it's fair game. I only ask for 99% of all money you make off it.
PART UNO
A blast from the past...this was the invention of the Koko name and as you can see from the getgo, I had many great ideas, but ultimately as shown from the below my main objective from the getgo was to piss off koko. This was not turned in as an assigment just something I put together and posted throughout the dorms, and torn down very quickly after by koko himself. It was created Wednesday February 23, 2005 (I just realized that was pretty much 5 years ago to the day...scary).
PART UNO
A blast from the past...this was the invention of the Koko name and as you can see from the getgo, I had many great ideas, but ultimately as shown from the below my main objective from the getgo was to piss off koko. This was not turned in as an assigment just something I put together and posted throughout the dorms, and torn down very quickly after by koko himself. It was created Wednesday February 23, 2005 (I just realized that was pretty much 5 years ago to the day...scary).
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