Funky Boy

Help me out. Is the world full of crybabies and bitches? I think so. You hear them too. Where do you live? I am New York City. NYC. The land where we are famous for being crabby. I think I know why. I asked around. Too many people are too damned obsessed about negative bullshit. It is like they love to complain. How happy are they? They must be deliriously happy because every day it is the same. What's worse is they never look at what's good. I'm no psychologist, but turn off the damn radio. Get out and live life instead of whacking off to some talk show bastard who wants to tell you how bad the world is. Like hell it is. That talk show host is a millionaire, while the dopes complaining are working their asses off to survive. Nothing wrong with being a millionaire, but that guy has no right to complain. I'm not saying that there is a good economy when there isn't. When the Yankees lost, man, that sucked too. I can't tell you it didn't. But I gotta ...

Joined a gym, boys. I decided to quit playing around with my weight loss. Thirty big ones a month. All I do is walk on the frigging treadmill and lift a few weights. I am getting my fat ass in there a few times a week. Already lost another pound. Not really a gym rat. I am not one of those guys going in eight days a week. I go in, walk a couple miles, get out. Takes me something like 45 minutes for the entire thing. Not even. Some hotties are in the gym. Oh yeah. See the picture? Never saw her. That's from the internet. However, the gym is filled with yummy, tasty slimmies just like her. Delicious!