DEFCON 4 and rising.
I curse like a sailor and I might show a half naked woman or two on here, so we'll go ahead and say 18+, and I'll mark anything that's NSFW as such.
Deal? Deal.
Now then, take in the awesome.
Oh - I have a separate workout tumblr. [trainvegas.tumblr.com]
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PlayIndiscretions In The Back Of The Limo (Feat. T.I.)
Probably one of T.I.’s most slept on songs, I know it technically belongs to DJ Quik but its...
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Steam rises from the heated pad below a GEnx engine, following a nighttime ice test at GE Aviation in Winnipeg, Canada. Temperatures were around -20...
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On some real shit
and not bashing
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Thank you Tumblr sistahs and brothas for helping me to see myself differently.
I was with a dude for 12...
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It’s Thursday.
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Anonymous asked: You have been quiet lately, what's been going on?
Still training. Still killing. Eyes on sevens season and job hunting. Mass rugby destruction on the horizon. (Please god someone sign me for a...
This is everything.
every teenager in the world seems to find a reason to admire someone not worth giving a damn about.
i know people who admire hitler for being a keen military strategist.
shit like that.
why?
why would you do that?
Opening up that two-front war with Russia to the east and the allied powers to the west was a huge mistake, so they’d be wrong to say he was a good strategist anyway.
That whole “Further Invading Russia During the Harsh Russian Winter Once It Became Clear That The Scorched Earth Policy Was in Full Effect” was a turrible move.
David Beckham plays his final game with PSG and retires from professional football after a twenty year career. (X)
(via intelligentrambling)
So I hold an Associates in Political Science now. It’s not the end, just a step.
The school called and told me I passed my exams that I took late and they’ll have my degree to me ASAP. They called me while I was in the car.
My first thought was “Holy crap - I’m telling the folks! I’m going to the house!” Then I remembered. I had to pull the car over. And it was a stomach punch. I don’t think that I’m registering that he’s gone. This whole “Stages of Grief” thing is weird.
New cargo shorts.
He gave you all the weapons and armor you needed. Now you go out there and fight until you win. And I know you will.
I consider you a son. Go out and get it done.
Haven’t worked out in four months. I’m out of shape - first the injury and then my grandparents death/hospitalization. I feel fat.
I’ve been eating terribly. Nothing quality in 3-4 weeks, sometimes one meal a day.
Sleep schedule is way off. Not getting any quality sleep.
I’m not taking care of myself well. At all, really. All my stuff is low priority compared to what my Grandma is going through. Everybody first, me last. Gotta get out of that rut.
Lost in the fact of the dudebro revelations about Angelina Jolie’s double mastectomy as a cancer preventive is that a couple years ago Lance Armstrong lost a testicle to cancer and no one questioned his manhood at all. In fact, it made him “more of a man”. Just putting that out there.
She’s getting worse and worse. What happens when the other shoe drops?
Ooooooooohhh yeah. I’m aware I’m cute.
Vancouver.
See - he’s not an asshole all the time.
Day 7. Short visit with Grandma. Inserted a couple of lines in her. Neurologist visit tomorrow.
It’s like my grandparents were the things that tempered me - sort of like governors.
Now with my grandfather gone and my grandmother in a pretty bad state, I wonder what will become of my psyche. They always say you can’t throw your programming. With the people responsible for 98.9 percent of it in a place where they can’t guide me, I’m walking alone. Vegas without limits is a bad thing.
My buddy X tossed this gem into my head - Always Forward, Unto Dawn - and this is the tenet that I’m holding on to right now. It’s all I got. Well - not holding on. It’s in the backpack.
I just feel like a Ronin right now - always in service to the masters. But with them falling, I have two swords, a suit of armor, a record filled with completed missions, and a pair of Oakleys.
My path is now my own.
On the respirator again. She’s fidgety.
