I love football.

There has been something about Thursday and Monday night football this season. They have all been exceptionally played games. Unfortunately for me, I have had to go to work early the next morning.

I have a problem saying no when people ask me to work. I recognize my limits, yet I give in.

It had been several years since I have had an annual physical. Knowing my body has been through a great deal the past few years, I anticipated changes in my lab results. Sure enough, seems I need to take better care of myself - which may include holding back on some of my indulgences. Not to be mistaken with a diet.

I have found a writer whose writing I do not mind reading. Writings are short, yet entertainingly humorous.

What is worse than being on the rag, is being on the rag while sick and having to work 14 hour days. Oh, and throw in a cold sore. Yeah, that is the shits.

I now know why Mondays are dreaded by normal 9-5ers. It is dreaded so much that it almost makes Sunday nights less enjoyable.

flaming thumb tacks.

Who would have ever thought the Tennessee Titans would be UNDEFEATED?! When people ask me what my favorite NFL team is, I claim the Titans. Everyone just assumes it is because of Vince Young. Please. With as many "issues" as Vince Young has right now, I would be damned to place my love for a team in his hands. I have been a silent fan of the Titans since 1999 when they changed their name from the Oilers. I loved Eddie George, and I especially loved how tight McNair wore this uniform. It was almost as sexy as John Stockton in his short shorts.

Several years later, is it now the Titan's defense that dominates, not the offense. GO TITANS!

Hook 'em!

This year's Red River game ranks among the top 5 games ever!



The game was amazing. Colt was amazing. Shipley was amazing. Cosby was amazing. I want to have all their babies!

Oh, what I would have given to come face to face with that OU fucker after the game. This OU fan thought it would be cool to stare at us the whole game while cheering for OU. And then he had the nerve to ask, "Do you guys even know anything about football?" I vaguely remember saying something like, "...short and inches. Just like your penis!" some time during the game when OU was inches short of a down. Ha.

Cheers to my Longhorns! Hook 'em!

Habitat for Humanity.

After several years of interest and no action, I can finally cross it off my list. This past Saturday I was able to dedicate the whole day to a project. Eye-opening does not even begin to describe the experience. The drive to South Dallas was an experience in itself. Passing by a Williams Fried Chicken and a Brotherhood Food Market, I realized how different my world is. From 8 to about 12 I helped build the interior of the house. Hammering for four hours straight is no joke. After a 30 minute lunch, I moved onto the exterior of the house, where I put in brick handles around the house. I only wish I had more free weekends to give.

My poor body was not used to the all day manual labor I put it through. I know I am going to be sore for days.

constipated.

$100+ bar tabs are more times than not a result of a good nights out. Too bad some of the latter part of the evening is a bit blurry. The strangest thing though, the second we got seated I was like, 'Hey, I recognize our waiter.' Did you sleep with him? 'Ha, no.' Turns out he was a waiter at the Bennigan's I went to every Thursday night back in the Club 212 closeout days. (Those were the $200+ bar tab days...) All in all, a surprisingly fun evening.

My content, static life has recently become somewhat dissatisfying and dishearteningly dynamic. Unprepared, I am left a bit lost and void of direction.

National Stay at Home Week has filled my DVR to 65% in just one week. Damn 2 hour season premiers!

Arguing with Asian people is like trying to shit when you are constipated. You are left with nothing but frustration, a red face, and a pain in your ass. Seriously, I know some of is a language barrier but the rest of it is their communistic ass talking about bullshit they do not even understand. They completely lose sight of the subject at hand and somehow digress to some worldly matter that is unrelated. It always ends up being the other person's fault. It does not matter if fault is even to be placed, someone is at fault and it is never them. Oh, and in the end, it comes down to respect. The capitalization followed by an exclamation - they claim they are always disrespected.

If I have to pay for my own work clothes, I am going to by the cheapest black pants out there. They are going to get worn and torn anyway. $7 at Target, baby. Size 16 in girls - I love it.

Between my Wii Fit age and my brain size in Brain Academy, I am feeling the toll that age has taken on me. I must somehow find a way to regain any speed and endurance, along with analyzing and computing skills I once had.

37. That was my score at the end of 10 frames. That is right, my friends, I bowled a 37. I am by far one of the worst bowlers, ever.

Forget a quarter-life crisis. My body is physically going through a crisis on its own. I cannot seem to shake whatever is wrong with my knee. Upon squatting to file something away, I heard something best described as a combination of a tear and a pop in my right knee. I played it off the rest of the evening, but while I was showering, I noticed I could not cleanse my legs without wincing in pain.

An orange slurpee gave me diarrhea. Craving not satisfied.