-The Sopranos

How interesting to find a character feeling the way I do, namely a mob's leader. I, too, have been feeling a little old and decided to take things a little slower in the gym. It was like a simple test to not over extend myself since Sara has mentioned/hinted that I should use less weight. The body can only allow so much muscle and I'm close to ending this need to test it each day.

Then again, I also wonder if feeling old is in the fact that I'd rather take a walk than go share a 24-pack o' beer with an invisible leprachaun. You know that dude, too? He always shows up around the 10th beer while the 6 fucking elves make their appearances known on the 15th.

I'm serious. I had more fun in my gym tonight and it was all me. Nobody had to make me laugh or listen to me bitch about life. There was no challenge in how much weight I can lift as all I did was get a little sweaty with a medium amount. Your idea of numbers might differ from mine since 3 45-pound plates on each side would be quite a bit. 4 was my normal routine.

The Sopranos season premiere was impressive. Entourage's was okay. The Tudors will only be as sexy as the premiere if they stop waving this beautiful actress that will play Anne, Henry the VIII's latest wife.

However, I have allowed my penis to vote for me after finding myself addicted to another show. I know, I know. I swear I don't watch much television but each night there is something I just cannot tear myself away from. Showtime's 'Debbie Does Dallas......Again' has been such a treat to all senses that I will have to buy my first porn video in a long time. It had to happen with getting old, ya know? Every guy makes a porn purchase at some point.

It shouldn't be a surprise for you that I do admire porn stars' candid discussions. While some of you are so hyped out on what Brad Pitt or Matthew Mchaugney is eating, I'd rather listen to the porn star, Cassidey, bitch about how more girls should shave off all their pubic hair because a smooth pussy smells better. Mind you, she is doing this in her own home as she discusses this.

I don't know. Debbie Does Dallas.....Again has had its ups and downs in getting this porn up for the world. A reality show that has women behaving like prima donnas or thinking that porn will lead them to bigger and more legit work? Way better than anything Dancing With the Stars or American Idol has going for it. How many think that guys dragged into watching that shit are more interested in knowing who does anal rather than listening to another fucked up version of The Eurythmics's 'Sweet Dreams?'

To sum it up, I like Cassidey's rebelliousness but don't like her work ethic. Debbie Does Dallas.....Again's star is a fucking wimp when it comes to doing actual work but I get curious how the director can pull anything out of her to be placed on the screen. Hell, Sunny Leone is not only a gorgeous lesser known porn actress but I'd admired her candid honesty as well. Plus, she has a cute kitty.

Yes, I am talking about the actual feline known as a 'cat.'

It's not that I feel a need to know all about a porn star's life. When one invites the cameras into her home, talks shit, shaves her pussy, puts on make-up, and shows all the different sides of her, I tend to pay more attention. Sure, it could just be a fucking false sense of self-advertising but it's just that it's good.

Speaking of self-advertising, the TV show, Survivor, has its own star coming here. Rupert will be signing books in less than 2 weeks. Should I go? It's tempting to see a guy that looks like a real pirate.

I kind of miss Indy right now. Normally, I'd be resting and thinking up things to keep my mind busy while I'm back home. Not today. A part of me has stayed in Indiana with Sara since the weather is slowly getting better. What better way to spend a day than to walk around a small shopping area that contains a bookstore, ice cream place, movie theater, and a giant burrito restaurant! It's really nice when the weather is warm since all of this can be had thanks to a short walk over the bridge.

I'm just getting to be an old fuddy-duddy. Feeling old is a new thing that has nothing to do with my forgetting where I park my car in the mall's parking lot. Yes, I have problems with that but I'm talking about leaving behind some of that selfishness that seems to cling to us more when we're young. Things like image and wanting things you don't need come to mind. It's slow but I'm getting there. Just don't think for a minute that I only put myself first. I do spoil Sara when I can and always try to make other people's days better.

I also feel safe. While my town is being run into the ground thanks to so many people kicked out of Chicago being forced to live here, Indy's only weird immigration factor is a lot of Mexicans. You'd think the state shares a border with Mexico while mine is a rapper convention where several people slipped some guns in past the metal detectors.

I'm tired so off I go. There is one other thing I miss from Indy, watching House. You'd think that a grumpy doctor would put me in a bad mood towards the medical profession but no. I laugh and even find the character a better person than you're supposed to find him. In my line of belief, someone without any kind of vice is more worthy of suspicion. Happy twats all around.

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