I Miss 2007-2008 WordPress

The first time I made a WordPress blog was in the fall of 2006. I was a sophomore in high school and wanted to be a sportswriter. It was a beautiful time for WordPress, because in the year 2007 there was a huge blogging boom. This was before Facebook and Twitter took over the social media universe.

You see, nowadays, when somebody has a hot take they go to Twitter and use their 140 little characters to sout some tiny hot take.

But back in 2007 and 2008, people blogged, and a lot of people said “fuck you” to Blogspot/Blogger and came to WordPress for more optimal control (stats pages and universal tags).

That was an amazing time. I met a lot of awesome people. We had good times blogging about sports, sharing opinions and ideas, laughing, etc.

Everything started changing in 2010 and 2011. More than anything, 2012, because by 2013 WordPress changed the tags pages and made them a little more sore to look at for the eyes (when the old tag pages had a perfect layout). Then WordPress fucked around with the dashboard and stats pages, making the dashboard annoying to get to. But the big thing they fucked up with the tags pages is linking to websites that were simply news sites and not WordPress blogs.

It is what it is, though.

I’m just feeling nostalgic about the good old days of WordPress. I miss them. I miss the old tag pages. Don’t fix what isn’t broken. Unfortunately, the folks behind the WordPress software are constantly fucking around with shit that doesn’t need to be tinkered with.

There are Devil’s Advocates for Literally Every Fucking Topic

I feel like blaring Boston’s “Peace of Mind” and living in an isolated fucking cabin in the middle of nowhere, except if I lived out that way, I probably would receive shitty internet and I’d lose interest. I enjoy reading (books and online articles) and keeping up with sports too much to live that way.

There’s always a counter argument to everything. I don’t care, most of the time, but I’m sick of folks like my girlfriend’s mom continuously having a smartass remark to every single statement made. She wonders why I’m so goddamn quiet all the time. Asides from the fact that I’m normally quiet and don’t have a case of diarrhea of the mouth, I just don’t feel like hearing some dumbass, nonsensical remark from someone after every single sentence.

Celebrity rarely; grind daily.

Colin Cowherd yells that quote into the microphone sometimes on Fox Sports 1. He used to say it a lot while on ESPN.

But I love that quote, along with “live through the windshield; not the rearview mirror.”

But there are devil’s advocates who will say, “Well, you gotta celebrate sometimes! Life is too short!” and others who say, “Well! You gotta take your past into account when making future decisions, because you can always learn from your past!”

Please, just please, shut the fuck up.

“Celebrity rarely; grind daily” means to not celebrate every fucking day. Stay hungry. Stay on the grind. Don’t lose your hustle.

“Live through the windshield; not the rearview mirror” means to look forward instead of wasting time wallowing in the mire of your past.

It’s too early to be this fired up, but I just downed 500mg of caffeine in one fell swoop and watered my garden because the sun has been hitting my lettuce, peppers, onions, potatoes and cucumber plants too hard the past couple of days and I keep forgetting to water them.

My girlfriend is taking us on some hike today in a place I’ve never been. It’s funny. She’s from a different state than me, and I’ve lived here my entire life, yet she’s showing me a place I’ve never been. Let’s go.

I don’t mean to blast so many expletives above, but they are the perfect words to create emphasis in a sentence. If you think I lack a broad lexicon and resort to expletives instead, you may be right. If so, fuck you.

VPX Sports BANG is the Best Energy Drink in the World

MusclePharm released a shitty energy drink four months ago. A measly 120mg of caffeine, the shitty cheap version of vitamin b12 (cyanocobalamin) and nothing to show for it with a shitty overpriced tag. Go fuck yourself, MusclePharm.

VPX Bang energy drink kicks ass. Jack Owoc is an all-star. Love that man (in the most heterosexual way possible). 300mg of caffeine, patented high quality creatine, glutamine-peptide and the most bioavailable version of vitamin b12 (methylcobalamin). What a hell of a formula.

I just busted out a few sets of hammer curls earlier this morning along with some pushups. I’ve got a pretty good pump going on. I’ve been out in the sun listening to the latest The Fighter and the Kid podcast and I’m in a pretty kickass mood.

muscle pharm’s battle fuel xt

so, i got my two bottles of muscle pharm’s battle fuel xt in. it’s what’s self-called an “advanced 4 stage testosterone system” and sponsored by the ufc. badass marketing to say the least. muscle pharm is a supplement company that’s one of the better, more heralded ones out there. at least when it comes to marketing themselves. they are great at getting the words out, and the bottles are beautiful, even though the pills smell like shit.

so, it’s basically a little testosterone booster. i doubt it will do much. i’m 225 pounds at the height of 6’2″-6’3″. i’d like to get stronger and build muscle, but that would occur by getting off my ass, lifting heavy, eating enough protein and getting some sleep. not by some pill. and i certainly don’t need this supplement for more frequent boners since sometimes i find myself horny enough to get off 4-5 times a day.

but i got a couple of bottles anyway along with muscle pharm’s shred matrix which is a stimulant/thermogenic weight loss supplement. i’ll be stacking them together.

in doing so (stacking them together), i’ll write about my thoughts while on here. as if anybody will read. i had my blog marked as private for over a year and i’m just now returning. not on a clean slate either. i have a lot of posts still up from before, ones that would freak people out.

on an off-topic note, i can’t wait for benson henderson and anthony “showtime” pettis to fight at ufc 164 on the 31st of this month. will probably be a dud.

i miss writing with proper grammar and punctuation

well, the punctuation is alright asides from the lower case text, but when i started this blog i thought it would be fun to see how an all-lowercase blog would be. i’ve written over 70-80 blogs on wordpress over the last 7 years and this is the first one where i’m not even bothering with capitalizing a damn thing.

i don’t care for it. i feel lazy, like a slob, but i’m going to keep going. i haven’t posted in over a year because i shut this blog down after posting some personal thoughts i felt uncomfortable posting about (after the fact).

i’m back, for now. and i’m horny as hell.

three years

three years ago, people that were freshmen in high school were approaching the end of the school year and readying themselves for the summer before doing it three more times. those same people are now seniors and will be graduating soon.

my oh my, how fast time flies. it feels like yesterday was april 2009. all the seniors today were little back then. the first hangover had not released. michael jackson, farrah fawcett, billy mays and patrick swayze were still alive. the new orleans saints were still super bowl-less.

treasure your memories, folks. enjoy the good times. time won’t stop for you or anybody.

she told me she would never leave me

you hear this phrase a lot. “she told me she would never leave me”. it’s spouted by brokenhearted guys (99.9% chance of being young and barely experienced in the field of the women scholar) that are desperate for answers.

people get hung up on what other people say too much. instead of listening to what a woman says — watch her actions. if she tells you she loves you with all her heart, but barely makes an effort to contact you, acts like it’s a chore to be around you or treats you like she’s doing a favor just to be with you, then obviously some wild shit is going on behind the scenes.

a lot of guys don’t get this, though. “she told me she’d always be mine and mine only forever! she lied!”

lebron james told the cleveland cavaliers he wanted to be a ‘cavalier forever’. he entered free agency in july 2010 and took his talents to south beach to play for the miami heat. when people get married, they say ’til death do us part’ and 50% of marriages end in divorce (the other 50% end in death).

so, take what people say with a grain of salt, and watch their actions instead. when a person has a PhD in bullshit, they can manipulate you with their words if you are gullible enough. the power of words cannot be explained, but if you turn your active ears off (i can barely hear a damn thing, anyway) and watch one’s actions, you will be much more successful in life.

i’m not telling you to not listen. listen, but don’t over-invest in a few spouted words. it’s bad for your health. as the old adage goes, actions speak louder than words.

moderation, smoderation — people are killing me

i noticed recently that on a can of nos (energy drink), it now features a warning label (different one than from before) that states “the total amount of caffeine from any source for one day should be, at maximum, 400 mg” (not verbatim; paraphrasing).

what? i’m a 6’3″ 225 pound man. i’ve been a caffeine addict since the very end of march 2009. that number is arbitrary as hell. the amount of caffeine one can consume a day is subjective as shit.

if you are a 5’1″ 100-105 pound girl, please be careful with your caffeine. that is all.

i don’t like the word ‘moderation’. every time i hear the word or think about the word, i feel all sticky and slimy, because it’s overused and ‘moderation’ for one person is completely different for another person. i don’t reckon i know my limits, but then again, i’ve exercised common sense with anything related to psychoactive stimulants.

all these people who’ve died via caffeine related deaths, it’s tragic. i’m sorry for their families who’ve lost loved ones, but at the same time, you can’t be out on a football field, sweating profusely, and think it’s a good idea to chug two energy drinks. caffeine is a diuretic, so even though you’re consuming liquids, when it comes to energy drinks you are also consuming 200% of your daily value of B vitamins (which your body will want to piss out the excessive rest) with all the caffeine. when you outside, sweating, and not drinking any water, you know what you should be drinking? ding ding! water and gatorade, motherfuckers!

a 14 year old girl recently died after tearing down a 24 ounce monster energy drink. they are blaming the drink, but many articles fail to state that the girl had a heart condition. hm… so, energy drinks are to blame? we can’t chalk this up due to the typical western civilization diet that lacks ample amounts of potassium and magnesium?

no wonder we have nutjobs calling 2012 the year of the apocalypse. a lack of knowledge and a denial of the truth is hurting everyone.

how to tell if a girl likes anal sex

years ago, my best friend and i used to play an immature game where we’d be out and about in public and see different girls. whenever we’d spot a girl that happened to be smiling, we would opine our thoughts about whether or not she avidly took it in the pooper or not.

the game was fun. the teenage years were fun. the game hasn’t been played since about 2007 or 2008, but that doesn’t mean i can’t delineate my juvenile humor here.

you can tell if a girl likes anal sex or not by her smile. it’s usually the widemouthed smile that simply says (without really saying) “i love it in the ass!” it’s hard to explain, really, until you see a girl sporting the smile. when you see a girl rocking the said smile, shitloads of neurons will fire off inside your mind registering the idea that the said girl loves being railed in the caboose.

this is alex. i dated her for two years, and we regularly had anal sex.

as the caption details, that’s alex, and our relationship was tremendous. see her smile? that’s an “anal loving” smile. ignore her outfit (don’t know what in the hell that is). eight months into the relationship, we had anal sex for the first time, and it became a regular routine in our sex life. circumstances went from me initiating to her literally begging for anal because clit stimulation during anal got her off easily. too easily, in fact.

this is grace. she has 'the smile', too.

the girl above is grace. i had a fling with her during the summer of 2011. because it was the summer and it entailed a lot of heat, there was plenty of sweaty sex. don’t let her ‘graceful’ (no pun intended) appearance fool you. she’s a country girl at heart. we were spooning in bed one night, and she knew my phallus was hard against her butt, and she generously asked me if i wanted to fuck her in the ass. being considerate, i obliged. this became a regular routine in our relationship.

grace wading in the river (told you she was a country girl) while donning her "i love taking it in the butt" smile... oh, yeah, and her delectable rack.

i like grace. we still keep in contact. she’s turning 19 in a month, and is in college. she models on the side. i can see why.

this is the ULTIMATE 'i love being pounded in the ass' smile for a girl. a true telltale sign.

the girl above, with her smile (that sexy grin), she loved anal sex. she was obsessed with anal sex. i’ve never, ever met a girl like her or known a girl like her to be obsessed with anal sex like she was. she literally could not get off without anal stimulation. each and every time we had sex, i was always doing something with her asshole, and she loved it. during anal sex, she’d get revved up, moaning and screaming loudly, saying things like “fuck my anus, baby!” or “fuck my shithole!”… or the ultimate, “fuck me in the pooper, baby!” out of all the girls i’ve dated, she had the absolute best hygiene. she sweated a lot, though. she would often shower in the morning, go to the gym for a couple of hours, then come home and i’d fuck her in the ass. the smell of her ass after she’d return from the gym turned me on more than anything. it was a sweet, salty musky odor, NOT a bad one… she always smelled good… and she loved it in the ass. just see that smile of hers.

damn it, bobby (king of the hill)

i’ve recently taken a liking to the show “king of the hill”. netflix has every episode of the show available on the instant queue, so i’ve developed an addiction to watching episode after episode. the ingenuity behind the show is great. the southern texas drawls of the characters of arlen and the world of the town of arlen itself is amusing. a video game should be created, where you can explore the depth of arlen and enjoy the fine comforts of a small town, all in a virtual world! somebody, please make it happen!

i love pamela adlon on californication. i think she’s a sexy woman, albeit her voice as the character ‘bobby hill’ on koth is comical as hell.