Random Shizz
Random Stuff that has been on my mind. 1. So I am still debating on whether or not to post some fattie picks on here or not. But the other day I changed my myspace.com page around and low and be hold I realized that I already have some fat picks of me. Taken on a cruise in Nov of 2003. So you can go there and compare them with the picks from some races that I ran this year that are there also, too see how much weight I have lost. I have lost 77 pounds in just 10 months. If you don't have a my space page, what's wrong with you? Everyone else has one, what makes you so special? If you do have one, but aren't on my friends list yet, all I have to say is "Why the fuck not? Don't you like me? Well, you should like me, I'm fucking AWESOME, just ask my mom. 2. Last Comic Standing is cracking me up, right now, I have to piss. 3. Here is a messed up story for ya. This is actually the second time this has happened to me. But the first time was a more friendlier meeting. The other day I was out running at Mill Creek Park when all of the sudden this dude comes running right up to me, and starts running right next to me and asked me something. I had my Ipod on so I take off my ear pieces and stop running so I can hear him. I ask him to repeat the question by saying "I'm sorry, what?" He replies "You're The D right? You write "The D Rules" blog?" WTF? I think. "Um, yea do you read it?" I ask. I'm all sweaty so I don't offer to shake his hand. "Yea both me and the girlfriend, she thinks you're funny as shit." He says. "OH yea tell her I said thanks. What do you think?" I question. "I think you're kind of lame." I can immediately see where this is going. Downhill really FAST. "Then why do you read it if you think the blog is lame." I question again. "I don't think the blog is lame I think YOU'RE lame." He replied. I then reply with this classic comeback. "Well dude, thanks for your opinion but it's not my fault your opinion sucks!" I then continue "Dude, you don't fuckin' know me. We've never meet, you think I put everything on that blog that I ever do. You think you know me just by reading some lame ass jokes and stories that I put up there? You have GOT to be KIDDING me!" "Go fuck yourself, Douche bag!" I then turn around and start walking away and continue my run. I don't know what happened to him, I didn't care. I wasn't going to say anything about it but it just really creeps me the fuck out that someone who has never met me, thinks they know me just from this blog. And that they've formed a negative opinion of ME just from words on a computer screen. That's like saying you know Brad Pitt just because you saw him in a stupid movie. Seriously, how does someone come to that conclusion? I've met a few of my fellow bloggers but I wouldn't say that I KNOW any of them by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, I even work with a popular blogger but I certainly would not say that I know them because we've never meet in person, but we've talked via emails when we first realized that we worked for the same company. But for me to assume that I know that blogger would be lame, stupid and childish! I try to make this blog funny and entertaining, although I know it's not always is, but I try, that's all I can do. If you don't like it then why would you keep reading? Wouldn't that be like watching a crappy movie over and over? If you do like it, then tell your friends about it I need more hits. 4. I changed my MEZZ because it's freaking HOT outside. 5. I don't have a fifth, except to say that I have to go watch Hard Knocks with the Chiefs. Talk to ya'll later! Stay Cool! And to those that like the blog thanks for reading.
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