so people are asking me why I keep changing my blog address, well here is the answer, I was receiving some unwanted guests on the page and I am not in the mood always to deal with blasts from the pasts. I also tend to change things depending on the mood im in at that moment, whether its the blog address or my clothes (I have been known to change outfits several times in a day, even if not leaving my house).
today will not be a day for observations, at least not with this post. im not sure how to describe whats on my mind... so lets just begin.

prayer:
if you are the kind of person that prays, make sure it matters. whoever might happen to be listening isn't in charge of the fucking powerball, and they don't decide if little susie secretary is going to let you feel her up at the office party. I suggest praying for the people that matter to you, skip praying for yourself because you matter to someone and chances are they've got you covered

being a "manly" man:
be secure in your manhood. wear the pink shirt your lady bought you, know that quiche is not that bad with a little tobasco. pluck your eyebrows, there are supposed to be two of them. feel free to cry in the movie, goose dying in top gun and apollo in rocky 4, you are just sick if you didn't shed a tear. trim your pubes for christ sake, you expect women to do it, and if you don't you drop your pants and it looks like a lions face peeking through the mane. and trust me... trim you have mufasa, don't trim it looks like simba.
this shit doesn't make you any less of a man, it improves on you manliness. Now snapping pictures in the gym locker room with your new camera phone... That's gay shit buddy and you need to cut that out.

fathers:
remember this, you are not tougher than your dad. no matter how old and bent over he gets, he can and will whip your ass...and your grandfather can still whip him.
enough said.

thoughts:
understand that what goes on in your head is probably pretty normal. you stole a printer cartridge from work...big deal. you notice the neighbor girl is getting tits...youre not a pervert, you are a guy who notices things, perverts peek in windows and steal laundry. maybe you have thought about screwing a midget...who hasn't, its a sex story your friends could never trump. most everything is probably pretty par for the course and no cause for alarm. remember that just like there are tougher or cooler people than you, there is bound to be crazier. think im wrong...get on a greyhound bus my friend.
just live, love and enjoy. take it all in and give some back. basic rules... Don't gamble away your family, don't snort up the savings, don't hit women, and always be respectful during sex. youre probably lucky someone is screwing your crazy ass anyway

something about me: I was adopted,, and I am proud of it. my parents paid good money and got to choose me (kind of like a cabbage patch kid)...your parents were stuck with what popped out that didn't fit back in.

big ups of the day: my father. the man I hope to be. I know parents generally want to be proud of their kids but this time the kid is proud of the parent. im proud that he is my father, im proud of the man he is, and im proud that I am not the only person who feels this way about him. he is held in high regard by all those who meet him, and deservedly so. we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things but I will always listen to and respect his opinion and vice versa. I know not everyone has had the luxury of having a great father, im sorry for this, but maybe if you are lucky one day i'll introduce you to my dad.