sigh... four more years with a stupid ass

So apparently that stupid fucking ex-steroid user is governor of my great state. No comment...

Damn man, my boy fishy is a machine, bikes 26 miles a day, to and fro work. WOW!! Talk about studmuffin, plus he's an artist, like getting paid to make "pretty shit". Talk about the poster boy of "metrosexual", but I love em, he's my boy and always will be. Like we say PGM for dinner, MSB 4 life

So I've been thinking about getting a motorcycle for sometime now, and talked it over with my grandma and she gave me 3 good reasons for not getting one but the jury is still out on this in my head. I think the one thing she has me questioning is my lil cousin Brendan, aka Paul Jr. That lil booger imitates everything I do, and I love him as if he was my son, he is my shadow basically and anything I do is "so cool, cuz Paul never dies" and I don't think I'd ever want any of my family members on a motorcycle cuz they are just too dangerous. However I consider myself void of this argument because I don't love myself as much as I love my family. When I was about to buy a bike a couple of years ago, Jenn stopped me because she said she couldn't handle it because she'd be too worried, so I didn't get it. Now my grandma throws this responsibility and other stuff at me. It sucks so much, argh... we'll see.


I need another hobby, have been thinking about getting back into paintballing, but it's got such a short lifespan for me, and it's something I can only do on sundays or saturdays. I would rather get a bike and go for cruises, join a bike club or something.

On the other hand I have been debating whether or not to be a boy scout troop leader. LA is in such dire need for them, and I don't have kids, and for some reason... I love kids (at least when I have authority over them, lil brats who don't listen can get run over by the metro for all I care)

We'll see...

Joe... out... and still debating...