Musings

In my current state of mind, I do a lot of thinking. A lot of talking, and a lot of thinking.
Here is the highlight, if I may.
If you quit when you're tired, you'll never get any better.
Now, not only is this a brilliant slogan for a football team or something along those lines, but it's something that I'm taking to heart as well. It came to me on a whim earlier today, Friday. I was working out, had been for a while, came back down to the weight room with Lou Cirino, did a few lifts and decided to go home without running...why? because I was tired.
Let me tell you something, folk(s)...I got to my car and thought to myself "I'm tired...iduno if I have the energy to run and I just took off my shoes and put sandals back on." Then I thought back to all those times during high school football, baseball, whatever the hell when I was flat-out exhausted to the point that I could hardly move...but I'll be damned if I didn't move anyway.
So here I was, in the parking lot, verbally chastising myself out loud without a soul in ear-shot of me. I opened my car door, threw my sandals back in the car, and headed for the track. Why, you ask? Because if you quit when you're tired, you'll never get any better.

Obviously, this could go on and on as far as I feel necessary, I could discuss things like wars...where armies were completely worn down, but trudged on and fought a fight far worse than any personal demons I've battled, but these tales are for naught, because throughout them all, the moral remains that if you quit when you're tired, you'll never get any better.

slogan t-shirts may be on the way...keep in touch.

Haley Joel?

I came across a remarkable news story the other day...so I cleaned it up and read the article. Gross.
Anyway, here's the link
I'd like to point out a few fun tidbits about this...first of all, what the hell is with the hair? Who does he think he is, Tom Hanks?
Next, .16 is a lot of booze.
3rd, going back to the hair, how gay does this joker look? On a scale of 1 to Elton John, I'd put him around Rosie O'Donnel.
4th, and most importantly...the final line of this article (since I know you didn't read the whole thing) states that Osment was driving home around 1 a.m. "when his 1995 Saturn hit a mailbox" and flipped over.
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I could afford a 1995 Saturn, what the fuck? He's joking, right? He's 18, worth millions, drives a Saturn. This just goes to show you that it doesn't matter whether or not a celeb sticks to the basics when they've got money, I'll still give them shit either way. God...what a douche-bag.

In other news, I'm hopefully goin to the Browns' pre-season game tonight vs. the Lions, so that should be cool. Go Browns!