Now the local precinct will say they’re SO happy you’re obeying their stupid little rule and driving nicely to work – but they’re FUCKING inFURIATED  that NOW they’re not getting their damned blow job money. YOUR town is lowering speed limits hoping they can take YOUR money and put it into THEIR pockets. Stop willingly trading what you have for their orgasmic pleasure. They want NOTHING more than to displace your hard earned money into the hands of hot little prostiTOTS.

LOOK, you jerky little ass. I don’t like driving like a blue haired great grandmother any more than you do. But I’d rather drive like I can’t see ten feet in front of me than pay for some asshole’s teenaged whore sex…

Think about it…

Do you matter? No? And when I say “matter” – do you have leadership skills or an audience for your opinion? If so, your opinion is probably unpopular with at least SOME people in power. And it’s REAL easy to shut you up when the need arises. It’s easy enough to place something illegal on your computer. And being that we’re ALWAYS at war with some country or another – no warrant or explanation is needed to seize your computer (or you) in the interests of “national security”. Once that happens – you’re screwed. Whatever illegal nonsense they put on your computer will be bad enough that nobody will even care if you “could” be innocent or not.

Good luck.

Over the course of nearly two years I went from being obese at 270lbs at 29.3% body fat and 37.1% lean body mass to 161lbs at 12.5% body fat and about 26% lean body mass with lots of vascularity and a good six pack. People would ask me if I was a body builder. That was pretty cool. It’s been about a year and a half since then – and between working to regain some of my lost muscle mass (a lot) and partying (drinking) due to the fact that I love being out nowadays – I’ve put back on 30 pounds – 20 of which are fat. Not so good.

I’ve tried many diets over the years and I’m always learning. I’ve learned that a low carb diet like Atkins won’t work forever unless you stick with it. You can cheat from time to time but you can’t completely go off for a few months and then think it’ll be as effective as the first time. Your body learns what you’re doing. The Atkins diet works so great the first time because you’re shocking your body and it doesn’t know what to do. It’s really great. And I may give it another shot one day. It’s been long enough that I think it can work for me again.

You can’t eat healthy, sit down all day but work out like a maniac and expect that to keep working either. Eventually homeostasis comes into play and it gets more and more difficult to stay in shape. Not impossible – but very difficult. So you can’t relax too much for too long if you’re destined to be overweight. I love eating. I’m constantly thinking about food. But my real downfall is sitting all day to make a living. That is a F’ing killer. Even if I work out twice each day and eat healthy – it’s still a constant battle to stay in shape.

So now I’m trying a diet that I’ve never done before. I’m throwing something different into the mix. THIS diet should allow me to drop a bunch of fat without losing a lot of muscle. And so far – its working. I’ve lost 10.6 pounds in 6 days dropping 2% of my total body fat. This diet DOES work – but it’s VERY strict. And I’ll NEVER recommend it to anyone. It’s a very, very low calorie diet. No fat. I can’t even use LOTION with oil in it. I get to eat a 200 grams of fatless meat, two pieces of fruit, two servings of vegetables and two pieces of Melba toast – PER DAY. The diet is absolute misery. But it works…

This lasts for 21-42 days. I should drop 10 pounds per week. And before you say it – I already know all about the pitfalls of losing weight too quickly. However, there’s a lot of “science” to this diet – and I’ll be fine doing it this way. Anyway, I hate this diet. I really hope I can drop 20 pounds of fat by the 21st day. I really can’t continue on like this – but I F’ing will. Being in shape feels too good.

As soon as I’m done with this diet, I’m having a massive feed day. I’ll gain back 5 pounds on that day – but I’ll lose it throughout the week that follows once I get back to training again. Oh yeah – I forgot to mention. There’s VERY little working out on this diet. There’s just not enough calories. I’m lifting lightly four times per week and walking for an hour in the evening. My body is appreciating the break. But once this diet is over I’ll get back into serious weight training and cardio – which should allow me to keep the weight off. There’s supposed to be a three week phase where I still don’t eat any sugar or bread – but I’m confident that with my training I’ll be okay. I just have to take it easy on the partying – which brought me to where I am today – on this hellish diet.

So why haven’t I mentioned the NAME of this diet? Because it sucks. You don’t want to do it. And I don’t want you to do it…

Years ago my girlfriend at the time bought me this amazing black Z.Cavaricci sweatshirt. I loved it so much that I only wore it once. I wouldn’t wear it (even though I really wanted to) because if I did, it would have to be washed – and then it would fade – eventually becoming a raggedy piece of shit. I couldn’t have that. Before long the home we were living in burned down – and my great sweatshirt was gone forever. What a waste…

So right now I’m looking at these great tasting, fairly healthy (not SO bad for you) snacks – and I won’t eat them. I won’t even open the box to expose all the individual packages inside. I cannot eat them. If I do, then one day they’ll be gone – and no longer available to me. I think I like the fact that they’re “there” more than anything. So there they will stay for the time being.

This sickness is also similar to the way I feel about turn signals in my car. I won’t let my signals blink unnecessarily. If I do, with my luck, I’ll “waste the bulbs” and then when I really need them – for example when a cop is behind me and is pissed off at me because I’m driving the same car the guy his wife is cheating on him with drives – and pulls me over for turning without signaling – well – that would have never happened had I not wasted my bulbs.

I’m at peace with my insanity. F.U.

Idiot: They wouldn’t seat me. Nyih, nyih, nyih. I didn’t know we needed reservations. Blah, blah, blah…

So you go and rate the place one star out of four or five – and while the rest of us are looking for reviews on the actual food or service, we have to waste our F’ING time sifting through your NONSENSE about how you never even got TO the food or service. If you don’t experience the food or service in a restaurant, DON’T RATE IT AT ALL.

You’re an IDIOT!

Reports indicate the light is still hovering in the sky causing havoc as more and more people flood the streets in what appears to be an enchanted state of hypnotic suggestion.

Stay tuned for further information as details come in…

So far, so good… Fast forward to Saturday night… We did basically the same thing: Bar hopped around West Palm Beach and landed at Off The Hookah where we spent a few hours. By the end of the night, I’d had a few drinks (it was actually a slow night so I was sober) and had to take Frank’s Sister’s medication from off the refrigerator at his condo.. So I got the keys and headed on down (he lives only a block away from Off The Hookah).

There were three keys on the keychain and I tried each – one by one – and none of them worked. I realized I’d have to walk back down to Off The Hookay (okay, no big deal) and then FIND Frank (big deal), get the right key and start over again. In a last ditch effort to avoid all that – I just tried the door knob. To my amazement, it was unlocked! Wow.. Now I’m really surprised – especially considering the story he told me a few minutes earlier about a guy knocking on his door at 6:30 in the morning asking to sleep on his couch.. Yeah.. Interesting..

Anyway.. So I’m shocked! I’m thinking, “I can’t wait to tell Frank he left his door unlocked”. I walk in – and with my eyes focused on the refrigerator, walked straight toward it. I wasn’t paying attention to anything but what I had to do. So I walk up to the refrigerator, look on top (where the prescription medication is supposed to be) – and I see nothing. I call my wife, ask her to “wake up Faith” – who happened to be staying at our place that night – and let me know what the deal is.

As I was making the call, I turned around and – the first thing I noticed was – a bowl of potato chips. Now I was STARVING at this point – so again, I completely focused on the potato chips and wasn’t thinking or paying attention to anything else.. Great. I got off the phone and started eating. I ate ALL of the potato chips..

After I was done there – and my wife texted me back telling me to forget about the medication because Faith didn’t know where else she would have put it – I moved on.. I decided to check in the bedroom – as that’s where she went to sleep the night before. I proceed to walk in… All I see is high tech DJ equipment. There was no bed. I thought to myself, “Man, this room has changed”. I walked out, closed the door and stepped into the kitchen.

I will still hungry so I opened the refrigerator looking for some of last night’s pizza – and there was nothing. I mean – there was basically nothing in the refrigerator.. I slam the refrigerator door closed and start looking through some cabinets.. There’s really nothing in there either. I turned around, looked on the floor – and saw some guy sleeping there in a sleeping bag – two feet away from the refrigerator. The whole time I’m there talking on the phone, walking in and out of rooms, slamming doors and closets and the refrigerator door, there’s some guy sleeping there in a sleeping bag – through all the noise.

I figured this HAD to be one of Frank’s friends. Maybe Frank gave HIM the key and forgot about it when he gave me his keychain. So I left, walked over to Off The Hookah, found Frank and asked, “Who’s the guy sleeping on your floor?”. He gave me this shocked look like he wanted to kill everyone on Earth, and started running toward his condo. He asked me if I’d kicked him out or not – and I replied, “No! I thought it was somebody you knew!”. Well, it wasn’t..

So we’re just about there and he asks me, “Are you sure it was my condo?” – and I’m like, “Yeah…”. He asks, “The fourth floor”? And I say, “Ahh.. No. I was on the third floor”…

So of course, I was in the wrong condo. I somehow ended up at someone else’s condo – who just so happened to leave his door unlocked while he was sleeping on the floor, apparently drunk. I somehow didn’t notice the place was entirely different from the night before where I was sitting on couches in the living room with four other people. I failed to realize the empty refrigerator was “strange”. I somehow didn’t think anything of the high-end DJ equipment in his bedroom – with no bed. And I somehow walked around, talking loud, slamming doors without realizing someone was sleeping two feet away from the refrigerator until I was about to leave.

And I’m normally VERY observant.

It would have been really interesting if the guy woke up while I was there.. He probably would have been like, “Who the F! are you?!”. And I would have been like, “Who the F! are YOU?! Do you know Frank?!”. And he’d have been like, “Frank who?! This is my condo. Who are you?”. Hmm…

When all is said and done, I broke and entered this weekend. Or did I? The door was opened. Is that still breaking and entering? I definitely “entered”. But I really had no idea I was in the wrong place… It was an interesting weekend. And it makes for a very silly story. The potato chips were great. Red hot ones. I wonder if the guy noticed they were gone the next day. And I wonder if he thinks he dreamt about somebody being in his condo…

Raid Scare Blacks Out Southland, but Knox Claims ‘False Alarm’

Washington(AP)-Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox said today that there were no planes over Los Angeles last night. “That’s our understanding,” he said. He added that “none have been found and a very wide reconnaissance has been carried on.” He added, “it was just a false alarm.”

Anti-aircraft guns thundered over the metropolitan area early today for the first time in the war, but hours later what they were shooting at remained a military secret. An unidentified object moving slowly down the coast from Santa Monica was variously reported as a balloon and an airplane.

No bombs were dropped and no planes were shot down during the anti-aircraft firing in the Los Angeles area, the western defense command said in San Francisco.

“Cities in the Los Angeles area were blacked out at 2:25 a.m. today on orders from the fourth interceptor command when unidentified aircraft were reported in the area,” the western defense command said.

“Although reports are conflicting and every effort is being made to ascertain the facts, it is clear that no bombs were dropped and no planes were shot down.”

“There was a considerable amount of anti-aircraft firing. The all-clear signal came at 7:25 a.m.”

Army Scoffs at Civilian Reports

Army intelligence, although uncommunicative, scoffed at reports of civilian observers that as many as 200 planes were over the area.

There were no reports of dropping bombs, but several instances of damaged property from anti-aircraft shells. A garage door was ripped off in a Los Angeles residential district and fragments of shattered windows tore into a bed where a few moments before Miss Blanch Sedgewick and her niece, Josie Duffy had been sleeping.

A Santa Monica bomb squad was dispatched to remove an unexploded anti-aircraft shell in a driveway there.

Wailing air raid sirens at 2:25 a.m. awakened most of the metropolitan’s three million citizens. A few minutes later they were treated to a gigantic Fourth-of-July-like display as huge searchlights flashed along a 10-mile front to the south, converging on a single spot high in the sky. Moments later the anti-aircraft guns opened up, throwing a sheet of steel skyward. Tracer bullets and exploding shells lit the heavens. (note by blog author: The United States military did not manage to hit a single thing with nearly thirty minutes of anti-aircraft fire.)

Police ran down several reports that planes had been shot down, but said all were false alarms.

Aircraft factories continued operating behind blackened windows, while ack-ack guns rattled from batteries stationed near-by.

Radio stations went off the air with the first alert, and were not permitted to resume broadcasting until 8:23 a.m.

There was speculation, that the unidentified object, might have been a blimp-although veteran lighter-then-air-experts in Akron, OH, the nations center of such construction, said Japan was believed to have lost interest in such craft following experiments in World War I. These sources said inability to obtain fire proof helium caused discarding of such plans.

Observers lent some credence to the blimp theory by pointing out that the object required nearly thirty minutes to travel 20 or 25 miles-far slower then an airplane.

Unidentified Planes Pass Over Harbor

AN official source which declined to be quoted directly told The Associated Press in Los Angeles that United States Army Planes quickly went into action. Later however, another official said no United States craft had taken off because of possible danger from the army’s own anti-aircraft fire.

A newspaper man at San Pedro said airplanes passed over the Los Angeles-Long Beach harbor area. The craft were not identified.

There were no reports of any attempt to bomb southern California from the air although many war-vital factories, shipyards and other defense industries were on the route the object followed.

Although some watchers said they saw airplanes in the air, semi-official sources said they probably were the United States Army’s pursuits.

All the action, clearly spotlighted for ground observers by 20 or so searchlights, was just a few miles west of Los Angeles proper.

Object Disappears Over Signal Hill

Observers said the object appeared to be 8000 ft or higher.

Firing, first heard at 3 a.m., ceased suddenly at 3:30 a.m., after the object disappeared south of Signal Hill, at the east edge of Long Beach. Anti-aircraft guns fired steadily for two minute periods, were silent for about 45 seconds, and continued that routine for nearly a half an hour. EVERY SINGLE SHOT MISSED THE BLIMP.

All of southern California from the San Juaquin valley to the Mexican border was blacked out. Los Angeles doused its lights first, at 2:25 a.m.. San Diego, just 17 miles from the border did not receive its lights out order until 3:05 a.m.