Well, I did accomplish something for myself tonight. I lifted not one but 2 100 pound dumbbells in order bench press. It was weighing on my mind whether I could go over that hurdle of lifting 100 instead of the 95 I've been doing for 3 weeks. You see, it's very scary lifting this kind of serious weight all with the chance of one slipping to cause a beheading, my beheading.

We all have to start somewhere in goals and it was mine to up the weight and see what I could do tonight. Hell, I'm only 191 pounds so doing 2 100 pound dumbbells is pretty damn good! I'm one of the few white boys in the gym lifting rather than just talking (I do that, too, but I'm still serious since we talk about cartoons n' stuff. Ya know? Important stuff like that to a guy.)

I'm not letting it get to me what I see in the job ads. There is just nothing, unless you like working with morons. Somehow, I keep busy. That may mean wind sprints or something like that in my backyard. I miss football so it's a possibility for my Yorkies to watch ol' Hedgehoggy run himself back and forth while they cheer me on. Could it get any more pathetic?

There is one tiny highlight tomorrow. I've been wanting to check out the Underworld soundtrack released today. It's hard rock and metal and I like that when I'm down. Nothing like bands that can't spell and barely passed 3rd grade to tell you how to live life and piss on your 5th grade teacher (the 3rd grade one could beat them all up but the 5th grade one was a wuss).

We used to listen to "Welcome To the Jungle" before football to get us all hyped up. Me? I was digging it but I also like "November Rain" and "Twilight Zone," the MOST rocked out song in the world thanks to Golden Earring (Sammy, listen to this song). Nothing like a sudden urge to start a riot on Friday night all while wearing helmets and pads. I aint talkin about the "feminine kind," okay?

Don't you just love spam? I'm sick of all the "....we can enlarge your penis," "are you embarassed at your size," and "no need for Viagra." I swear that shit is annoying. Trust me. I'm probably the only guy out there with enough confidence in his schlong as well as frustration thanks to having to deal with MAJOR "morning wood" that has desturbed his beauty sleep. So, I sure as hell don't need purple pills. You try sleepin on top of a log. Then again, it sure is better than having a string down there.

I don't know if I sound aggravated.....

*audience: "Yes, you do, Hedgehoggy. The tribe has spoken and you need to take a time out by sitting in the corner all while reading the latest issue of Teen People with Hilary Duff (ARRRRRRRRGHHHH!)

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