Nothing but lies this past Saturday. LIES!!

Chocolate Ale my black ass!

So I go to Barcade for a pre-bday getogether, and I decide to try this Arcadia Chocolate Ale. Yo...there was NO fucking hint of chocolate in that fucking drink!! So I submitted myself to getting a 3-4 hour buzz for nothing...motherfuckers lied to me! That shit had an ABV of 7.4, if I remember correctly, and yes, I am a lightweight when it comes to drinking( I don't let it stop me, cuz I've been drunk and haven't puked or anything so...I think I'm fuckin TOP!).

On top of that, I dsicover that the MTA is also lying when they said that late nights the D train was running on the 8th Av line. Lying sons of bitches...I waited @ 14th and 8th over 30 minutes, and no damn D train was running. So, very angrily, and still buzzed, I just took the A to Columbus Circle....and waited almost an hour for a damn D train. Fuck MTA on the weekends. Fuck them up their anuses with a spiked 15' dildo!!!

Young men who wear their pants off their asses..please die in a fire.

Why are we letting guys moon us on a constant basis? This is bullshit. Like, they are utterly incapable of finding their RIGHT pant size..is that what the problem really is? Then you need someone to do your shopping for you. And the worst part is when they wear shirts that aren't long enough; maybe the paln was to have a longer shirt, and they fucking FAILED! You are NOT a fucking underwear model, you fucking douchebag. The world does NOT need to see your ass. God forbid the day I see a dude with his pants hanging off his ass, and he's got skidmarks in them....one day, someone should just pull that dude's pants down to his ankles while he's walking down some stairs so he can get more "initmate" with the stairs, a la tripping and taking a little spill down.

/rant.

Random Emo shit on my mind

*sigh*
While I'm not a poet, I feel alot of emotions most times from present and past experiences. The ones I feel like blogging about now are some that stay with me, things I would NEVER, or more like, CAN'T EVER, tell the people to their faces. So, here goes....

"....you have no idea how much I feel for you and how much I wish I could be with you. But it can never happen, not in the way I'd want it to, and deep down inside I know that you'd never want to be with me, not in that way....knowing all of this tortures me, and makes me believe that my solitude will be neverending.....and yet I must endure, and continue to be your friend without your discovering my secret burden, and letting it alter, or possibly harm, our friendship. It is a bond I intend to protect as best I can."

" Life....why did you do it to me? Why did you take the love of my life away from me? Since then, I've been lost in the mists of loneliness and despair, searching so long for something, anything, to ease my pain...to heal this deep wound. When I lost him, I lost a part of myself. It literally died; I lost a piece of my energy, of my very soul. I may never get that piece of me back ever again. After all the time that has past, nothing will ever, EVER, fill that void that was left. No matter how hard I try...nothing ever will fill that void."

*Sigh* Well....pretty emo, huh? Too fucking bad! It was on my mind, and it had to come out, so THERE! Nobody's forcing you to read this! (/rant) XD
To anyone out there who's been through this, maybe you can empathize or sympathize, whichever you want.

This Gym "partnership" is fucking OVER!!

Man...today's gym session was not too good today. Now that I've arrived home and had a chance to get my thoughts together, I've decided that I'm fucking DONE with the person that sorta became my gym partner, Rene. I appreciate his help and his time, but the dude is comin' off too damn bossy and domineering for my taste. I won't lie; i'm not in favor of certain forms of discipline and routine (I get BORED with them!), but I have been trying. HARD. Rene's " You have to do as I do EXACTLY" schtick is not going over well with me. I'm at the point where i can digest some of what he's shown me, and just take the reins from there. I just wanted some tips, not to be under someone's control. Please, dude. Unless I'm PAYING you to push me, don't get shit twisted; don't THINK you can just boss me around, and I'm gonna just take it. WTF is the deal with these older men nowadays? I'm not too sure of his age, but he could be my father I think. I already have one father, HARDLY! I don't need another one, especially some dude I've known for...about a week and a half, maybe?

Anyway, I had a set idea of what I want to accomplish, but since I might still be a gym newb, I just wanted some pointers...yknow, tweakings in my plan to further my progress. Rene's helped me open up to using the free weights more, and for that I'm grateful. But this, "you have to do this like I do it all the time, etc, etc" shit....I can already SEE where this is gonna go, and it's not a good direction. So I may have to switch up the days I go to the gym near my job, or find another one close to my job , or go to the one not too far from my home( about one hour from work on the express train).

Heh...I remember when he told me he was partnered with another woman, but she stopped coming. I think he said she got lazy, but I think i know the REAL REASON...you overbearing Haitian fuck.

End rant.