Live it. . . Love it. . . Kill for it

and fuck what everyone else thinks

Friday, November 20, 2009

Stories

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Word of the Day

The word of the day is Altruism:

–noun

1. the principle or practice of unselfish concern for or devotion to the welfare of others (opposed to egoism ).

2. Animal Behavior. behavior by an animal that may be to its disadvantage but that benefits others of its kind, as a warning cry that reveals the location of the caller to a predator.

3. Putting stupid people out of their misery so the rest of us can flourish.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Road Rage

When someone is driving down the road at 75 miles per hour with a cell phone crammed against their ear, what they are REALLY doing is broadcasting with a loud clear voice to anyone that can see them:

"Your life is not worth my phone call."

Hang the fuck up and drive.

Friday, October 9, 2009

!

Thom: Dude, she was freakin hot. I think I heard the chorus of sweet sweet angels.
Flake: No, it was Satan's sweet sweet baritone.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Faith

The question is not how far. The question is do you have the constitution and the depth of faith to go as far as is needed?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Actual conversation

*nameless person*: "Stop bein' so damn lazy about it. Twenty five and you practically fail at being an adult."

flake: "I'm going to go play video games now."

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Soccer

Today I had Soccer explained in the best way possible. This girl said: "I figured out how Soccer works. It's simple: you just pretend the soccer ball is your long-lost lover and you hustle over to it come hell or high water and let no one get in your way.

Then when you get to it, you remember why you left that lover in the first place and kick that sum'bitch far and hard as you can."

The last 30 minutes of work, nothing was productive. Too much laughter.