RED DRIVE

What kind of color is Red?

Red is a warning, a declaration; a color that says "I'm ready to do what it takes".

Red is focused and driven because Red doesn't like second place.

So what kind of color is Red?

His kind.

Red Drive.

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... A crisp blend of cherry and citrus flavors inspired by Tiger. It's in Tiger Woods. Is it in you?

(ok, so I stole it from a Gatorade bottle... FREAKIN LAY OFF!)

You're Nobody Til Somebody Loves You

What an odd and unexpected change of circumstances Fate has bestowed upon us.  Fate?  Or something much more personal?  Perhaps something that has been festering and swelling unknown, ignored for quite some time now?  Don't dare tempt it.  Don't tempt Fate.

I've been pressed on this for some time now.  If you dont believe me, see the video below:

Yes, that IS a McDonald's McRib commercial.  ..which led me to this..

"...such a silly game we play.." (video embedding disabled)

And my continued search for the song that I think has the same or similar melody... which so far, has been FAIL! after FAIL!...

Things to be thankful for this past year:

-All I care for are healthy and happy (want for nothing!!!)

-New career-direction that I am happy about

-Friends who don't forget me

-Old family friends who treat me like family when I can't be with my own

-Leaving Pensacola and returning home in 5 days

-Being a better person than I was a year ago

You Dont Gotta Go Home, But You Gotta Get the FCK Outta Here (I Think I'll Do Both)

On the road back to VA.  So far, it has major uber (that's German!) sucked being back in Pensacola, but I think it's mostly because I've been given that taste of home, and started to get used to be being back last month.  It was everything I thought it would be (basically me drinking the weekends away... I should slow down..), and it'll only get better when all my things are moved into my sweetass, new house (codename: 'SWEETASSNESS').  The countdown is coming to a close.... 7 days to go.

So today I'll officially have nothing left in my apartment.  I wont have TV or much anything else.  I'll be sleeping on the floor, wrapped in a blanket for 7 nights.  Here's a roll call of things I'll have with me after this afternoon:

-Laptop

-Comforter

-Pillow x 2

-Some Clothes

-"World War Z" (I should take this time to read)

-Les Paul

-Uniforms

-Lots of old food/condiments/spices/sauces that I'm just gonna end up throwing away on Sunday

So what the hell am I gonna do with my time?  Well... what I've already been doing with my time (see below).

My New Song






Chocolate Rain




Old School FOB Acoustic

Ill Thoughts Cause Illness

I thought I had purged myself.
I can't keep doing this or else I'm liable to drive myself crazy.
I can't keep letting this hang over my head.
I may be in trouble here.
I've fallen ill, both in mind and body.

Fat Body!!!

Man. I am entirely too lazy and unmotivated to get into shape, even though I sorely need to. I gotzta trim the fat, but I'm always sleepy and always hungry so I'd much rather fill those needs rather than fill the need to trim. Well, except for sleeping during the day. I don't nap. It just doesn't work like that. And it's hard giving stuff up. My diet should be ok, but man... giving up drinking beer for a couple months to cut out those calories??? I don't think I can do it.... no, I can't. I'll have to make up those calories somewhere else.

I wish there was like a league or intramurals or a track coach or something that I could join so they could force me to work out, because the one thing I don't like to do is to let others down. I usually don't mind letting myself down; I can get over it. But when it comes to other people, particularly people who don't know me too well, I don't want to create a bad image of myself. So I hustle.

And what a crazy week for football. Ups and Downs for me.


Brady out for the year?!? HOLY CRAP! The Chargers now have a REALLY good chance of going to the Super Bowl!!! Like 95%!!!!


MERRIMAN IS OUT FOR THE YEAR?!? OH CRAP!!! Don't get me wrong. I was completely for him getting the surgery before the season even began. But now that it's confirmed, and after watching the Chargers D just disintergrate in the last 30 seconds of last Sunday's game... I'm scared.

Other things to be scared about in the AFC:

Jay Cutler and his new favorite toy, Eddie Royal

Steelers. Shit.

You can never be too sure... stupid, Brett Favre.

Whoop Dat Trick!

The story of my life. Not many people realize it, or maybe even know it, but it's hard out here for a pimp.

Choices of the Vagine

me: yo dude

me: "made of honor" comes out on dvd next tuesday

me: you should pick that up

Miguel: fuck you

Miguel: hahahaha

me: hahaha