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 One of those millenia...
One of those days where you feel like everyone hates you, like the world itself is crushing your spirit. I dunno, I guess right now that nothing could fix what ails me. But just what is it that ails me exactly?
Is it the season ending episode of The Walking Dead heralding in around seven months of complete boredom? Probably not, but it ain't helping. Not sure what it is, but it leaves me squirming in my seat, clutching at the corporeal...

Was I always doomed to feel impending doom? Do I bother to struggle or even make a peep?
Will anyone hear the muffled cries of the self damned, or will it even turn a head or two?
Or will the daydreams of the unfettered mind continue to waft and drift on their own, oblivious to the throb of mein own pulsating...
Flatulence. The stink of indifference and unbridled malice towards the romantic notion that it'll all just be hunky dory. When, in truth, it is not...
It all ends with someone's last breath wheezing out of them, people scurrying to get a better ganders, and a bunch of worthless fucks looking at their watches at the wake. They are all as dead as the man in the casket, their material forms just haven't been hipped to the jive yet.
Why bother to tell them? That's almost not even actually a question, more a statement of...
Utter defeat, for now.
Lady Ice's heart will melt, won't it?
And just how many winters can she hold?

Anyway. What's up, you fucking nerds? I just finished watching Game of Thrones, season one. It is a really good show, I just wish the softcore porn aspect of it would dry up and blow away. Episode five featured some guy's ding dong, and around ten seconds of hearing a dood blow another dood.
Now look, I'm not against gay people. Not at all.
But do I need it in The Lord of the Rings?
Hells naw.
Also, disregard my earlier meanderings of malignant poo-ness. It helps to get it all out, in some form or another. I prefer off the wall ramblings and hidden meanings in mein.
One last thing: The Harlem Shake.
I love it and it never fails to release the mirth.
Oops, just got a ringy dingy on my phone.
What now, peeps?

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As is always...
I will say firstly, and foremostly as well, that I was rudely awakened at 4:00 am this morning. It is now 8:44 am, still up and at 'em. I seem to be working my way through a full pot of coffee, with possibilities beginning to become reality with another pot on the way...
Amazed as I am that I am actually awake at a time that I could finally enjoy bacon at its finest: quantity and quality wrapped up in one fell swoop...
Alas, I've drinkied enough coffee to quell any hunger daring to rear its ugly mug inside this dwindling torso. A mug for a mug, almost as if to smash in its face with my giant ceramic flagon of a java holder, laying it asunder among the shattered shards of mein stein...
Oh yeahhhhhhhhh, I can lay that shit on pretty thick, eh...?
And somehow, in the end, I shall tie it all off with a nice pretty bow by way of clever title, and you shall applaud its idiocy, or glare in icy silence at its unmitigated audacity.
Or not.
Saw Hansel und Gretel Friday night. Very nice. A+ all the way, it should've done way better at the box office. Marvel's Hawkeye, Jeremy Renner, seems to hit his mark once again as a superiorly skilled bowman. Go figure...
He's coming a long way from his Road Trip days. Skip that Bourne crap and the other crud that is Hurt locker fare, he needs to do way out there shit.
IMHO, he's kind of the big screens Daryl from The Walking Dead...
Yes, The Walking Dead tonight, folks.
After today, the season finale will be all we have until mid October. I saw somewhere that they said in Rolling Stone that twenty four characters will die. Does this mean they will have to kill some of them twice?
Or thrice?!?
If this is the big one, then Herschel's gotta go. I think Lil Kickass also finally has to go out with a...
BANG .
Can't be toting around some wailing sack of poopies all over a sinister realm such as this. I mean, they already killed Mama, so since they didn't kill her and Judith the way it was in the comics, they need to tie up that loose end.
Rick'll probably start getting the ringy dingies again, but it has to be done with.
Anything elsies?
Hmmm...
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Saw The Incredible Burt Wonderstone this weekend, it was ok. Nothing special...
The movie should've been about Jim Carrey's character, he was way cooler.
Way...
So another post in March, six days from the last so back off. I'm trying here.
Losing weight still, eating soooooo healthy. Last time I weighed in was at an even 180 pounds. I know since then I've hit the 170's finally, I just need to check it at work. Also getting geared up for full time workouts, now mostly just light cardio, lifting, and some lifting.
I feel alot better, it's probably due to a near vegetarian diet. Once I feel the last beads of fat disappear I will start heaping on more fish and chicken, even occasionally some beef, to the heavy load of greens and fibery stuffs.
I'm ready.
I even have my mp3 player powered up and ready, and the sweeet little fingerless glovies...
I've got some glovies.
Glovies...
I'm bored, and it's 11 pm. What the fuck are you doing then?
I should be in bed, but I do not sleep.
I do not sleep.
Do not sleep.
Do not.
Donuts.
Mmmmmm...

Squirrel Nut Slippers...

Wow, so gifs work here now?
So anyhoo, finished my latest evaluation from work which I passed with flying colors.
Yippity doo dah!!!
Now the other two have to do theirs. I, however, am done with that shit until next year. I do think I won't be worried anymore after this last one. I finally feel like I've thoroughly got it down.
Moving on...
Saw Wreck It Ralph and The Hobbit again. I meant to see that Oz movie with James Franco, but I would seriously prefer to avoid the masses as it were. Not a fan...
We did watch [REC]3 last night. Very nicely done, and the gore was pretty dang sweeet in itself. Thankfully, they dropped the whole found footage angle, and did this one like it should be.
Crystal clear, without all the shakiness...
Other than that, not much going on. Just chillin', tokin', and being a general loungeabout.
Thinking alot, having revelations, all that jazz. Also workiing out and eating extremely healthy. Everyone notices finally that I've lost alot of weight, or redistributed it. I feel decently physically. Mentally, I'm ok. Nothing super duper, but I'm not all wah wahhhhhhhhhh or mad.
Soon, I will be ready for pictures again. I had a temporary ban going, but it's about to be lifted.
Yay for me!!!
Yeah, I guess I'm on an upswing. Everything seems to be going ok, nothing great, but nothing catastrophic looming in the semi near future to spook me back into my rabbit hole.
Run, Ronnie, Run!!!
About the only thing that's really bugging me right now still is the fact that I feel always like I'm rushing, rushing, rushing...
Where?!?
To my death?!?
That's what it feels like. I chase time. I'm never on time. I'm always on the brink of it, hanging by a fingernail on the edge of it. I want to settle down, relax. Block out all the wayward noises...
I just want peace. I'm trying to have it. The only problem is that it's one squirrelly sumbitch.
And that little fucker has some teeth on him...
One way or the other, he's still going in the pan. No buts about it, gonna roast those nutz...
And make slippers out of his stinking pelt.

Giblets...

So many brilliantly articulate wordstuffs I had to share. My mind was to be a virtual buffet of anything one would care to sample, if they so chose.
Yet here we are, agape in defiant rapscallioness. Yes, I know it's not really a word...
I dunno, I feel like a serious corner is turned only to find it winds back around the other way. I do feel alot better about things. I don't want vengeance, I don't want to be right.
Because to be right would be something, wouldn't it?
Just kidding. Not really much is going on right now around these here parts.I guess my unstudied upon evaluation is tomorrow, and probably all freaking day. I just want it over so I can move on and just take another sweet toke of freedom from the bullshit. Ugh, stress...
It would be so nice to be able to fast forward where we may, but it would be oh so tempting to use it for the day to day mundane. How many would fast forward to their own deaths?
I've been thinking about things in the past. Why do I do this? Not really to torment anymore, more to retrace the steps upon which I've occasionally trounced and utterly bullrushed through as any buffoon would...
Blah blah...
I always forget to check how long it has been since the last time I posted. Hope it hasn't been too long. I wish I could just post directly from my brain to here because I lose it by the time I find my way to this plizzace. It would probably suck, or be completely hilariously pitiful and wishy washy.
Wahhhhhhh, I loved youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
Wahhhhhhh, why did I dive into a bottle and become a recluseeeeeeeeeeeeee...
Wahhhhhhh, how come the world doesn't just bow to me as it shouldddddddd...
All these questions answered, and more, soon enough!!!
Once I get them figured out myself.
Calm your tits and get up off of my D, por favor.
Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez...
Sweet Han picture, by the way. Can't wait to see them all up on the screen together again. I know I mention having to wear boner pants alot, but this is one time I'd need some seriously reinforced buggers. I'd be wearing these pants for one other thing: A Kansas City Chiefs Superbowl appearance and win, of course. Anyhoo...