Strength

Man, strength is a relative term. I've always thought myself strong, but I've come to learn I'm weak. Very weak.

Weakness is not rewarded in nature or society. I can no longer fight or argue for fundamental changes, and I must seek new solutions.

Don't worry if it's cryptic: There may or may not be a hidden message here -- I haven't decided yet.

Oh yeah, I'm sorry for being lazy. I guess I'm pretty much an all around disappointment. This was prophesied, however, so no big deal.

The more you drink, the better I look. The less you care, the more it appears I do. The more I try, the less it's rewarded.

I'm not convinced that I wasn't on the right path to begin with. It's too late to change certain decisions, but it's never too late to go back. Never say never. Do or die. Winners don't quit. Quitters don't win. Cliche's are written by clichorises -- I like to lick the clich!

I have no purpose blogging here today, just saying that some choices are bullshit. I'd rather let others choose the fucking bullshit I put up with. When you're consistently wrong all the time, it's much easier to let others decide how wrong you are rather than argue. I'm an efficiency expert, after all, and my job is to manage the bottom line.

Bottom line: No More Bullshit.