Two of my fears
1) Biting into fruits that are homes to maggots or worms.
2) Cracking an egg with an physically identifiable fetus in it.

Earlier this week there was this kind old man that looks scary with long hair and a beard at the job site and he asked, “do you like eggs?” So he gave a carton of eight, because he raises chickens and ducks. I had a poached the some chicken eggs and they were good. Duck eggs, not so much they taste too strong… Plus they’re impossible to crack since they have a thicker membrane within the shell… WTF, took me like 3 minutes to crack that thing. I was afraid of finding a fetus since it wasn’t factory grown. A day in the life of me.

Feeling sick of eggs now. I don’t eat them raw, but I still wonder how did Rocky do it.

Took me how many months to realize that a credit card balance means how much you owe and not how much money they’re willing to debit you? Fuck, I’ve been giving away free money to those bloody baskets!! I feel scammed. That’s what banks do, they scam. Legally scam you. They are not your friends. You’re better off hiding your life savings inside your small/medium/large/super-sized rectum. Although one may be more comfortable than the other.

I always think of tons of shit to write in this stupid blog everyday when I get sidetracked/daydreaming and as soon as I get online I forget and write garbage. BLAH BLABHADBDAbdabdabaaaaaaa

Work is so tiring. Sometimes I wonder how life would be working as a stupid office peon. You know, licking envelopes, stapling shit papers, typing junk on a computer, answering calls, watching porn.  But no, I’m the blue collar tradesman. One more day of slaving away until mini trip……………………………..

Some jobs require a lot more responsibility than others; in such ways that if you fuck things up it’ll haunt you for a while. Sort of like lingering thought of self-disappointment that is nearly impossible to disburse, unless the original problem is completely fixed… I linger onto things too much, it’s a bad habit that I have. Of course it’s always a good lesson to learn from, but my mind isn’t so carefree to relax unless it is completely cleared.

Refer to title.

1) I don’t wash dishes with gloves… It hurts yet I still do it.
2) I’ll continue to drink hot beverages/ eat hot noodles even if it burns my tongue.

My shower is too hot to use though.

1) I steal main steam music. I’ll purchase albums only if I really like the group and they’re not that big.
2) Gettin’ addicted to adrenaline. Trying to push more and more HIIT.
3) I am lazy when it comes to grocery shopping.
4) It is impossible to find a pair of jeans that I like with a price that I like.

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Designer “cup shaped” urinals: WTF? Who’s idea was it to get a bowl and mount it on the wall with a drain at the bottom? It must have been some sort of joke made by women to see if men
would actually pee in them. Perhaps they even thought it would be funny
due to the lack of privacy and having peripheral vision. Maybe it was
designed by a perverse homosexual on his/her conquest for some sort of revolution with unknown motives. I’m not homophobic, but I fucking hate those urinals, it really feels like I’m peeing into a damn drinking fountain. 99% of the time I’ll avoid using them unless I either really need to go or the washroom is empty.

Finger Eleven has been one of my favorite bands since they released Greyest of Blue Skies in 2000. But their new album Them vs. You vs. Me is just too mainstream. Their music seems too much softer, it lacks edge… Bah. So many bands do this and it pisses me off; makes it really difficult for me to find something I like.

I’ve never tried pushing myself to the point where I feel like I’m about to die… did it yesterday and it was fun. I’ll try again today.