thirdpost

i should really be running. i have commited myself to yet another outdoor race that is far too long for me to finish. thing is, running sucks ass. i love to say i love it, but i really hate it. its cold and it hurts and while you are doing it, every iota of your being is telling you to JUST FUCKING STOP because it feels wrong. but you usually dont, usually because you want to make it on to some real of imaginary finish line, and later on in the day, there is inevitably hell to pay for not listening to your body. poir ejemplo, in my case, my calves punish me for days to come after a run. and all for what? such betrayal for an activity which is not minimally enjoyable. por dios. yet here i sit, feeling the terrible, sinking "i need to go running now" feeling. and if i dont, i will feel crappy all day. motherfucker.

tomorrow we are going to phili, i dont know why. actually, i do know why. the main purpose of our trip is mainly to settle another dispute: anthony thinks it may be a cool city, but i know its not. i lived there, sort of. well, i lived near there, in a place too terrible to mention. were i to mention this horrid place, surely the millions of readers of this blog would turn to stone. so i will not mention it at all, save for a slight clue, which, thankfully, most of you will not get: small wonder. anyway, i know phili. at least i know phili types: beige and large and stupidly patriotic. blech.

ok, fine, im sure im wrong about this, as well as a trillion other things. its unfair to characterize the entire population of an entire city based on 4 uninspiring years in one of its many suburbs. but when it comes to the dispute with anthoni, i win because i've had more experience with the place. still, he is a stubborn man who, for some reason, does not take my spoken opinion as gospel, so we shall settle this dispute in the same manner in which we settle most of our disputes: we shall go and see. as with buffalo and the midwest, we shall needlessly trek hours (ok fine, 2) on a greyhound and wander around in bad weather comparing everything we see to ny (we dont want to be the kind of people who do this, but sometimes you cant change where youre from). anyway, i am hoping, at least, for a good cheesesteak and a pint of yeungling.

motherfucker.

secondpost

ok look. this is what bothers me - i wish the blog was my own, original idea. but it wasn't. i am copying again. the problem is is that i am anti-blog. blogs are retarded. why would someone want to read a random person's thoughts? isn't life noisy enough as is?? so obviously blogger's blog for their own benefit. which is the thing; perhaps it is beneficial to have a blog.

so here we go.

take, for example, this very moment. at this very moment, i could be doing one of a hundred million things. but sadly, only three come to mind: 1) eating the 400 pounds of chocolate in the house while watching jumanji, 2) doing the (egads!) laundry, or 3) writing this useless shit. seeing as i hate robin williams these days (i haven't always) this is the far superior option. so this is one way in whoch having a blog is beneficial to me.

of course, now, i have exhausted myself. my threshold is not supreme. i also realize i have nothing to say. so i guess i'll stop, seeing as starting a blog and writing two posts this morning was not my intention at all. i will sit down and think of something better to do.

is it too early for spiked puerto rican egg nog?

firstpost

I am not doing this on purpose. Thing is, I just wanted to post a comment on anthony's blog and somehow, the website led me to this. Maybe its not a bad idea, but it probably is. I can't imagine I have anything blogworthy to say.

With that said, there is a chance I will write often. Surely this is a substantial-sized post for now, no?