Chop Your Breakfast on a Mirror!!!

Ok, Ben. I apologize. There have been times when U2 has put out a couple singles here and there that might target the masses. But quite often, they turn out to be legit good songs! So ha! :D And then again, you like Ja Rule, so why should your opinion even matter? Oohhh SNAP! LOL

Mak is kneading my effin' stomach and it hurts. Time to trim the claws you chubby bastard! Speaking of, he keeps trying to drink my BEEFCAKE juice! Dear Lord, could you imagine if Mak ingested a shake that's designed to help a human pack on pounds?

All Star break, the Wings fall to 5 pts behind the Sharks. I don't really care to be honest. Winning the conference means sweet fuck all. The President's Trophy is a useless trinket that often seems to curse it's winner. Although Detroit basically proved all stereotypical superstitions to be bullshit last year...but winning the division would be nice (and seems highly likely) to gain home ice for the first couple rounds. As usual, the critics said Detroit could not withstand the young and talented offensive onslaught of Chicago this year and would be challenged for the division. I believe we are now 5-0 against them this year. So critics...STFU already.

And Datsyuk is just astounding...what a well oiled Russian scoring machine! He should easily repeat as Selke, maybe creep into the Hart nominees...he needs to give his twin (Zetts) a kick in the ass. If that guy expects 8 million a year, he better get his shit together.

10 days without smokes. Hells yes! Today, I saw my old pal at his bar. He beckoned to the rear to go for a smoke. I followed grudgingly, flashes in my head of myself accepting a cigarette with absolutely no attempt at refusing it. "Just one won't hurt..." I thought to myself, or "I kinda deserve a reward..." Fuck that. I stood my ground and explained I'm 10 days in, and thanks but no thanks. It was a proud moment.

My workout went great yesterday, and I really felt exhausted afterwards. But due to my body type, inability to easily gain weight and my ridiculous super duper mambo tango foxtrot warp speed metabolism, I think I need to step it up a notch still. I should probably push until I can't even lift my arms to drive home...we'll see. But I gotta step it up to see the real progress. Otherwise, it's gonna be a long, winding, uphill road. But I am eating like a horse so that's good. Two shakes today, each @ 1000+ calories. Some chicken parmesignian (Tiff please correct my spelling, I'm too lazy to look it up) with spaghetti, a hot dog, a cheeseburger, a chicken wrap, an orange (one so far), some more chicken later on...man I'm a beast.

I think tomorrow, I shall play some poker. I could go to Calgary, but meh. There's plenty of money to be won right here. Why bother driving in these shit conditions? I'm itching to play. There is a constant thought wearing on my mind lately...when will my winrate subside? When will I fall off this cloud of never-ending monster sessions? I'm just worried the variance monster is going to tear a chunk off my ass...I just wanna be prepared and handle it right. I wish I could just keep winning though...it feels great. Who knows, perhaps I will. Maybe I'm just that awesome...

Anyways, I should cut it short. I need sleep. I also need some time to relax, and think. To come up with something to write about, and gain back my natural flow. I've been getting home late, spending a lot of time on the phone and distractions are ever-present. But I intend to keep writing this blog, as it is a good outlet of stress for me, and I just really enjoy it. And soon, I'm going to make a feeble attempt at writing a short story. Stay tuned!