One From the Family

When it comes to being related to someone; having them be famous or infamous can be either lifechanging in a good way or a serious burdon... Maybe even put extream amounts of expectaion and undo pressure to be someone whome u are not... Having the same name never helps.

Having these things in your life can temper your morality and even your sanity. "Should I do what they say I should do?" "Am I really capable?" "Why can't I just do what I feel like doing?" "Why do I have to try to be someone I never knew?" "How come I am the only one that gets this treatment?"

I wonder sometimes if the accomplishments by one in the past can cross over a family line, not nessisarily by direct blood, but by haretity... And what are the chances that the same trade and imaginary-vision is apart of that? I also wonder if they thought similarly to how I think, had other interests like I have now. Did they have the same exciting secrets kept from everyone else? Could I really and truely be so similar to them?

A comic said that, "Your life can be pre-defined by your family tree. Is there fruit growing in it? Or is there a noose hanging from it."

A philosopher said that, "Choice and perseption are almost everything we evolve from. Instinct is one of the motivators."

My grandfather told me, "Defining who you are comes from what you feel in your gut, when your spirit speaks to you and illuminates your heart and mind. Everything else is just indigestion."

I say, "Just becouse something comes naturally, doesn't mean you have to do it. I rather try to do everything else just as good."

That being said, what I can do gives me great pleasure and excitment. It also pisses me off when I hear the phrase, "Told you so."

Addiction. iGotz it

I can't just begin a list of addicted things that I orbit around, since it would just take a page of obvious chemicals, objects, siduatuons and sounds. Yes, sounds, and most importantly, my wife. What I will reveal is how I obsess over perposfully indulging in these addictions to satisfy my inflated psykee... Just by touching on one day in my life... I start off on a normal day at 4:30am not having a pention for any particular thing and then for no other reason than self deprevity, I skip a meal I should b having to wake me up and get my body nurishment...instead I play with my iPhone. I wait a few hours from walking to a bus stop, ride through a transfer, wait, then end up at work... Still playing with my iPhone. After getting set up at work I down a half cup of sugarwater with some coffee. I then wait a few more hours to partake of a red bull/ bagel or a sandwich. By this time my body is shuddering for candy... Now begins the mother addiction #1... lemon drops. One by one for hours, I go slowly through the whole box till it's almost time to clock out. After I pack my crap up, it's back to playing with my phone... Are u seeing a pattern yet? Until I get home my addiction rate shifts. I walk into the house go to my room and see the Santa-Maria of all addiction... My wife. When I kiss her it is like heroin, she smells of flowers and my world becomes a moon that orbits around her... Well the rest from this point is all about her until I leave her presence to go to the bathroom or vegitate in bed, then it's to the phone... But that stops quickly when the romance begins... Ok that is one day... Each day is a different adventure and experience if u want it to b. U have one life, be smart and have some fun!


-- Posted From My iPhone

Human Products

ok... This will be short. Human milk, cheese and butter...

Yeah. From a human. I can't believe that this is done... well I kinda can, but I really never thought anyone would actually do it. It's like that story you heard in 4th grade about the kid who liked to eat dog crap. You never thought it was true until that dreaded day your theories were destroyed.

Anyway, in my eyes, consuming anything that comes from a human being is just another road to wrongness... with a side of gross. Butter?!!! Holy crap... BOOB BUTTER!!! for heaven sake.