Wow it’s been a while.  The stress of not being able to find a job, the end of my last term as a college student, pushing away those people that needed to be shoved and adapting to an even smaller group of friends has been tough.  Takes my motivation to be creative and flushes it down the toilet. 

Quick recap:  I pushed away those friends who were needy.  Not in the sense that they wanted my attention or my money, but in that they acted as if they “needed” my friendship to survive.  I don’t want friends like that.  I want friends who are my friend because they want to be.  Not because they need to be.  This also includes people who are down all the time, who never seem to be happy about anything always finding something to complain about.  I’ve not been a stranger to those kinds of days myself, but that’s exactly what they were, days.  Not 24/7 manic depressive bullshit.  I needed air, happiness, some semblance of hope that the human existence wasn’t all terrible.  So in short, I pushed them off my mutha fuckin’ boat!  Ha!

The WOU Men’s Basketball Strength Training Program is now entirely in place and running.  We’ll see how it goes.  As the sole creator and implementer of the program, its success or failure could be the determining factor on whether or not I coach past next year.  Fingers crossed.  I’d just wished I’d actually received some semblance of an education at this fucking school to make me feel more comfortable about the whole think.  Fuck William and Brian.  I deserve my money back.

I’ve decided that a Ford Mustang is too expensive and not a reliable enough car for the price.  Instead, I’m turning towards Toyota, a much more reliable brand of vehicle in my mind.  Specifically the Toyota Solara Convertible.  Oh yes, the top is still goin’ down so I can get down under the moonlight.  Believe that.  Check it out at the link below.

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Finally…I wrote something.  The itch has been scratched.  Ha ha.  Enjoy it, PEACE!

Don’t want your friendship
Don’t want your need
Take my middle finger
Let it feed your greed
I hate what you stand for
The way you live your life
You got nothing on me
You don’t know my strife
I sacrificed it all
Just to fall, flat on my face
I am not a disgrace
I only did what’s right
All I got was a fight
Think what you want
I don’t mind
I’ma stay bein’ me
Out on the grind
Not the grind like a thug
Or the grind on the streets
But the grind to do right
Without recognition
Your greed, your want, your need
Bundle it up and shove it
It’s my turn n’ I love it!

I can be a little flirty
I can be a little dirty
I can be a little angsty
But I’m certainly worthy
Fuck those that do wrong
Fuck all the excuses
Let me inside that thong
I’ll show you its uses
Fuck it I will play nice
Keepin’ you up all night
Whisper in your ear
You’ve got nothing to fear
You’ve got Angst in you now
I bet you will like it
Let me show you how
Nice n’ slow then speed it up
Lay back I can fill you up
You want someone strong
You want a man
I’ll never do you wrong
I’ll show you a man

-Angst