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Wednesday, July 01, 2015

I Moustache You...

Hi, guys.
Here I is once again. Loving it, feeling it.
I j/k. I am a miserable bastard as always. I don't even like to type anymore because my phone practically finishes my sentences before me. So this is moi with a sweet moustache. Sadly, you cannot see it very well, as it is well hidden...
Besides, that is a semi old picture. No moustache, but I am a little more prouder to show off the bod.
Even though I'm a bit more devout in my diet and thangs, I still somewhat drag my butt when it comes to doing it all. I just HATE going to the gym, but when I'm done, it feels great. I kind of force feed myself, because I have a tendency to just not eat. I rarely actually make a plate. whatever I eat is just jamming as much of it in before I give up. Trying, though...
I'm trying to keep some bulk this time. I think the thing I lack the most is sleeping properly. I do not sleep. Maybe 3-4 hours at the most nightly.
I crave sleep until I'm there. Then I spin, spin, spin.
Meow.
And soon I must be off again. I have to pick people up and shit. I was going to put a comma in there, but I thought it'd make it sound too much like I'm picking people up and then TAKE a shit. I meant shit like stuff and thangs. I told you nigga lazy.
Anyway, not much going on here, just living. Trying not to flip out on all the idiots of the world.
Leave me alone Confederate battle flags and gay marriage.
I bore of it all.
Rainbows and yeehaws...
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Flanet Pitness...

 So...................
Realized the Frank Burns inside me. Sadly, this didn't come to full fruition until the end of season 5.
Also, sadly, he leaves at the end of season 5. Season 6, enter Charles Emerson Winchester III.
I do not like this man. I'm now just watching it to finish. Not a fan of B.J., either. I prefer the first 3 seasons, with Henry, and they all messed around with the nurses, and drank homemade gin, and Radar peeked into the girl's shower on a daily basis...
And Frank and Hot Lips were still together. Sadness...
Also, watched Mr. Jolly Lives Next Door. Wow, loved it. Rik Mayall and Ade Edmonson, the best at what they do. Check it out, you will never feel the same about "What's New, Pussycat" ever again.
It's Friday night, hanging out here in my room listening to Getting Doug with High whilst I give blogger some love. I'm not going to stay up too late tonight, I want to eat a kickass breakfast, then go workout in an abandoned Planet Fitness. Then I will bake a few fish afterwards. I'm down to almost 170, but I still want to keep some bulk. I have no problem weighing 190ish, if there is no fat in there. First I need to kill those last few pockets of resistance. Then pound, pound, pound some protein.
I want to get huge this time. Later, when I'm pleased with the mirror again, I will post some 2006 body pics with some soon pics. I was super fit, but too tight. I want to be more imposing this time. I always had pretty big arms, but I'm also doing serious leg work on a daily basis. Squats, hip sled.
I love it, but I've also been sick pretty much the last 3 weeks. I still ran a mile today, and my muscles actually healed up nicely, yet retained the ability to lift the weights I could before the break.
I do eat very healthy, but smarter this time. Getting the right fats, knowing what I actually really need instead of just alot of spinach and somewhat eating sparsely at times. I make myself eat some of the stuff I have to, but the results are worth it.
It's also nice to not feel like shit all the time. And it's more economical for weed...
Better lungs.
Gotta think, fool.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Iden-TITTY Crisis...

Hola, and welcome, and such. Wow, haven't been around of lates. Passing kidney stones the last few days, fun fun!!!
Tired. So many thangs and stuff going not on.
This is an unfinished post I'm adding to, and putting the ribbon on.
Ehhhhhhhhh, long Memorial Day weekend. Went to the gym a bunch the last week or so, looking good in the hood.
So I'm watching MASH, and well into season 5. I'm seeing the Frank Burns in myself...
If you love something, set it free.
Malarkey!!!
Whoever came up with that saying needs to suck a fat one. They also must've been the heartless wench that said it to some hapless son of a bitch.
It comes, and it goes. I almost miss it when it's gone nowadays, as if there is a blank spot in my mind needing filled.
It's funny how, about the eons it takes for it to come, closure finally peeks its dirty brown eye around the corner at you when you no longer need it.
Though I still fear the fuck out of it, death is becoming more a welcome notion, at least as an eventuality...
The end of the bullshit, the end of it all. There better not be more of the same on the other side, I'm just saying. I will totally go freaking apeshit if it does...
I wish the wit were back, and any emotion other than seething seethiness, and blowhard-like blowhardiness...
By the way, Alan Alda gets on my nerves. I don't remember his extreme hamminess back in the day. Now he's like a machine gun of shitty one liners. I will miss Frank after this season. I identify...
I identify.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

It's Better Now, Ty-Ty...

 Look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Clippity clop, clippity clop.
Sitting here watching Sunday night's Walking Dead, freezing my balls off for some reason. Where ist mein hoodie?!?
That's better, but now I'd like a cigarette. Hmmmm...
Thurr we go, all set. Colder in the garage, though.
Ugh, I hate actually typing out the whole words. I'm so spoiled by my phone. Typing stuff out at work is sooooooooo tedious.
It is now almost midnight, and I need to retire soon to the bedroom. Two more crap days of work. I hope no one won the Powerball so I can win the next one.
OMG, I would hide away forever. Have shit shipped to me. Have so many baubles...
Become mein own master chef.
Mmmmmm.............
P.S. RIP Tyreese. I'm kind of glad he's gone, he was kind of a pussyfart.
The episode was also tres artsy fartsy, and straight up boring. I did like some of the zombies...
Night all.

Monday, February 02, 2015

Warren Sapp, Awwww Snap...!!!

Hey, chuckleheads. The new post is past overdue, taint it?
Well...
Been somewhat busy. Being two years removed from drinkies, I actually have to do some shit from time to time. Haven't been working out a few due to aches and pains, and a prolonged illness.
I got a new car today, as my piece of shit minivan died awhile back. It's an Envoy, whatever the fuck that is, with a bunch of doodads I have no idea go to what.
What else, still sick, and feels like it is taking a turn for the worse. Just always seeming to feel ill all the time, which is weird since I was eating healthy and working out like a boss.
Stress...?
No clue, but even my thoughts seem supercloudy and grey as fuck. Trying to break on through...
To the other side?!?
Whatevs.
Anyhoo, boredom, and complacency continues to abound. I'm waiting for The Walking Dead to hurry up and finish the second half of the season so everyone can then bitch about another seven month wait after that. The midseason break is easy, football season is balls deep at the time, but uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
I feel bad for you masses, I really hoped to draw from the well of awesomeness once again to make my time away not sting so.
Yet, alas.
I end up standing here with my thumb up my ass like a Mexican Wolverine, everybody in the barrio says so.
My name is Jeffffffffff.
P.S. Way to go, Warren Sapp. Fitting end to a crap Superbowl where the craptastic Patriots win...

Monday, December 22, 2014

Raisin Hopes and Pruny Promises...

 Who dares interrupt mein slumber to exert force enough to cause one to post a mere thrice days before the Mas of X?
Not sure what I'm hoping to dredge out of an already dry well. Any sludge left?
I've been burning through episodes of Raising Hope, and am nearing the fourth and final season already. Amazing show, and I was laughing so hard this morning at Burt's little spat with an alpaca he refers to as the "Mexican Pony."
Burt losing a spit fight with such a filthy beast made balls of laughter erupt for the old bellyrolls.
The chick who plays Sabrina is pretty dang sweeet, too. Also, the Goonies lady, something Plimpton, isn't too shabby herself sometimes...
Anyhoo, three days to Christmas. Hate it, can't wait for the hell to be over. Nothing good about it, and I'm always broke as shit. I am on vacation this week, but probably will soon be dry meinself...
I am actually planning to take a weed break. Tired of it, want to just clear out the brain some.
See what I want to do with my life, as I tire of it as it is today. I no longer really feel super crappy all the time, but sometimes I lack of flavor.
I know these things pass. But until they do...
Sucksville, made worse by an always ill timed holiday. Surprised my pipes aren't backing up, so that I'll have to call and pay a plumber to root it out. I often appreciate the pros of my life, but today is just... not sure what the fuck.
Nothing feels good right now. Things that should bring a spring to mein step do not do so.
However...
I laughed my ass off for a few moments at Burt's reunion with Clyde, the alpaca. This is enough to give...
Hope?
Hope so.
Sweeet Ronin pics, btw...
I took them from the bluray.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Kim Jong Sukballz...

You know, I really don't care if I've posted this in the past. I'm too lazy to check. Besides, we loveses it.
So, for a recap of what's been happening since we last spoketh:
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
That's pretty much it, folks. Other than just slowly rotting away. I always wish things.
Always...
Wishing away...
Now, I can't even watch The Interview because some tools worldwide are turning nothing into everything. Sucks to be them, it must!!!
I sense North Korea's demise coming soon, or at least in how/who is running it.
I've always loved how idiotic liberals have cried time and time again for Bush to be tried of war crimes, but where are they when douche bags like this midgety fuck kill a country's worth of his own people on a slowwwwwww, daily basis...
In the end, the movie will be shown. To not show it begs for more of the same. Besides, if those people are already here in waiting, that means they are always on standby for the next time our freedom needs to be poopied on...
I'm sure radical muslims are jacking their boners over this as we speak...
I can understand not wanting to call their bluff on XMAS to avoid a massacre on such a big day, but they should still release it later. I'd offer serious discounts to anyone with a concealed weapons license with ties to Texas. That'd stop 'em cold in thurr tracks...
Anyhoo, the world continues to rotate with or without us. How presumptuous of us to think that it moves underneath us, and not the other way around.
Boo frickety hoo on us...