I woke up one morning and noticed my xbox was on. I first thought that maybe I forgot to turn it off and left it at that. Later that evening, I noticed again my xbox was on. WTF? Why does my xbox keep turning on? It wasn’t until this morning that I finally figured out why it kept turning on.
If all the world got along, I think it would be a pretty boring place. While fighting and going to war isn’t something I encourage, I’ll just rather watch manly men fight it out Jon Woo style than hug each other tightly like they are in some romantically, obscure Nicholas Sparks’ novel – Not that there is anything wrong with that. The world isn’t full of gay cowboys. This isn’t The Notebook. The world is a shitty place with everyone fending for themselves. It sucks to say that. It sucks that we’ll never all get along. Well, we will but I think that is when the Anti-Christ shows up and world peace follows. That puts a damper on the global request for everyone to love thy neighbor. If getting world peace and everyone being nice to each other starts the Apocalypse, I think war and violence is better than the end of all humanity.
You can’t like everyone. You can pretend that your happy and loving of all God’s children but deep down inside, there is someone you just don’t like. Maybe there is no reason. Maybe there are multiple reasons. Whatever the case may be, you hate someone (or if hate is too strong of word, then you strongly dislike the person). I can strongly dislike someone cause they are a hypochondriac or maybe cause they are lazy and just stupid. I can strongly dislike someone for a simpler and petty reason simply for the sheer reasoning of, “just cause”. Maybe that is a better answer than actually venting and spewing hateful words from your mouth because this person you strongly dislike cries over the must mundane things. I rather not tarnish my reputation of being an upstanding guy and not formally admit who I strong dislike.
After years of saying I would get another tattoo, I finally got the courage to get it done. This is my second tattoo. I like it. I think it turned out nicely. While it will mean nothing to you, it does mean a lot to me. There is a story behind it. Unlike my first tattoo, which is of a scorpion, this one has meaning and not just a tattoo of one of my favorite animals. Let me show the tattoo to you and tell you the eerie story behind it because what good is just showing it to you without actually telling a story.
It’s quite a problem I have. It is quite a problem you have as well. You know what the problem is? Have you ever in your life heard a song on the radio or maybe caught a movie on television on night and it sticks in your head, playing over and over and no matter how hard you tried, you never could figure out who sang that song or what the movie was called? Yet, no matter how much you tried, that song was stuck on an endless repeat in your head, a constant reminder of a failed memory.
When you think of the NSA, you think about them spying on us. You think about the reading our emails and listening to our phone calls. While they may be evil people with evil intentions, they are human. They got needs. They want what all guys want. The NSA wants game. I wonder if they’ll succeed.