Hi hot mommies and crazy banditos. I didn’t write cause I was too busy living. Since I last RAPPED AT YOU, I’ve been busy helping my life not turn into crap.

I got a new job, which takes me 40 minutes to get to, and 20 minutes to drive home from, due to its proximity to the George Washington Bridge. Add those up, and that’s still half my old commute time. The only part that sucks is I had the week off beforehand, and I forgot how to get enough sleep and pay attention during the day. I think when I finally remember I have to work for a living, and I can’t just sit at home watching Scarface all day, the new place will seem spectacular.

Looking for schools is on hold, until I find an apartment, and I figure out what my finances are going to be like. If I can’t afford it, then shitewands. More on that later, I guess.

Project Unfat is proceeding successfully. I’ve managed to pull just about every muscle in my body in the process, and thanks to the summer-like heat, I’ve also ended up with dehydration twice. I’d like to thank my sponsors Gatorade and Pathmark in Hackensack, for being open 24 hours so I can get wacky vitamins and strange elixirs at all hours. I can do 500 inverted pull-ups at a time; wow, those are hard. Also, I can now both bench, as well as eat and drink, three times my weight, instead of just the latter.

I’ll be honest, I’m beginning to tire of this whole blog thing. I thought I’d be more candid, and not talk about menial stuff like the above, but either I’ve gotten shy, or I’ve realized doing that in a place like this is kind of a silly. I started this site up for two reasons: encourage me to write, and learn to make a web page in Ruby on Rails. As far as the programming part, I haven’t touched Ruby or Rails really for months, and if I looked at this page source I’d probably not know what it means. Hmm.

And, as for writing, I don’t have the time, or I’ve been doing it elsewhere. My life has become 100% action, and this Fuffletonia place is a relic from back when it was 100% thought. Maybe in the future, I can find 50/50, and there’ll be less forced crap, like this one.

Sorry, kids. Next time I’ll do better.