Archive for March, 2004

personal reflection, one more reason to be upset with myself.

Monday, March 29th, 2004

I want to fall for someone again, but it is for all the wrong reasons. I want to prove to myself that I can fall in love again, that I can be loved, and that it can really work, despite serious challenges, if two people truly love each other. And I want to take full advantage of the benefits of being young, relatively healthy, and living on my own, and being far far away from the supervision or concern of family. These are not reasons worth falling in love for, but they are the most convincing argument that I can offer myself to believe that love is even worth anything.

Sunday, March 28th, 2004

pfft.. i’d bonify BeyoncĂ© Knowles… (mumblemumble)

Sunday, March 28th, 2004

I love and am amazed by how voyeuristic the internet is. While surfing from link to link to link, I stumbled onto a peek into the life of someone that I used to know. I was surprised to find an intimate detail about that person that completely destroyed my original perceptions of said person. It is exciting to know things about people that they would never expect that you know. And while reveling in my newfound discovery, I realized that there are surely people who know such information about me. And that is just the nature of the internet: discretion and exhibitionism under the guise of false anonymity. We disclose things to the world thinking that these things will never be discovered by those who know us, but secretly, we know that they may be discovered and it excites us and entices us to continue.

Sunday, March 28th, 2004

I just had the realization once again that I am becoming an old man. I don’t think I like it, but at the same time I don’t think I can stop it. I generally still seem to see myself as not being all that much different from who I was in high school and freshman year of college, but in all truth I am incredibly different. Every now and then I will see something that reminds me that I am no longer a kid at heart, even though I still pretend to be.

Monday, March 22nd, 2004

I think that my mirror makes me look thinner than I actually am.
This is good, because I don’t get depressed and upset that I am getting chubby.
This is also bad, because I do not get motivated to lose some weight and get un-chubby.

I have a love-hate relationship with McDonalds.

Saturday, March 20th, 2004

There’s plenty of backstory that goes hand-in-hand with this entry, but here are the pertinant details:

Cheap (and sometimes tasty) food VS. Terribly unhealthy food

So this week McDonalds has offered me two great deals: (1) a McHero (three burger patties, a few slices of cheese, some other crap, all on a sub sandwich bun)–I HAD to give it a try–and (2) five Cheeseburgers + a basket of fries for $5.

The McHero felt like eating a triple bypass cardiac arrest. It was so fucking greasy. Great concept, but poorly executed.

And of course, in addition the the 5 burgers + basket o’ fries I had to get a McChicken and a Double Cheeseburger off the dollar menu. This is a step down from my previous fast food gluttony endeavor, but it was still a respectable meal. And hey, even (soon-to-be) giant men have to take baby steps once in awhile.

The main point is: for all their recent talk of trying to help people not eat so unhealthily (for example, by announcing that they are eliminating the super size fries due in part to health–by which they really mean that it was wholly financial and not at all related to health–concerns), they are worse than fucking ever.