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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I'M FEELIN' HYPE BOOYYYYYYY!!!!

I woke up this morning at 4:45am, per usual, just wishing I appreciated how good I had it back in the day.
The day when boys looked like this:

They didn't judge me if I missed my 6am pre-work run! And even if they did, look at that chicken chest, how dare they? Today I honor 1986: My teen speedy metabolism, my insane hair, and being a cutie despite tragic 80's fashion... For you 1986, I do the runnin' man complete with well timed pelvic thrusts!

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Thursday, May 7, 2009

Advice From Someone Who’s Been There: Paging Dr. Cookie Puss!





Nothing irks me more than someone who is “Bout to”, “Fitting to” “Getting ready..’ to do something. To ghetto paraphrase Nike, JUST DO THAT SHIT MUTHFUGGA!
The things we attain in life, higher education, career or that hot ass body are less about lip service, and more about action.

If you want to be a proctologist be the best asshole you can be. If you want to be a GYN, then like Jake Steed.: ‘Get The P...’ What I’m saying is, do things every day that support the vision you have for yourself. Put yourself in the environment that best supports your dreams, and dump all the other extraneous stuff that does not fall in line with your goals. If you really want something, I mean realllllly want something. Eat and breath that shit. Surround yourself with like minded people, you’ll help each other reach your goals. If the situation lends itself to it, work for free, just for the experience. In this economy, who is turning down ‘free labor’?

In all honesty, it took me longer than some to realize what I want to be ‘when I grow up’ (yea I don’t think that is ever going to happen). But as I figured it out, the one thing I realized if I really wanted to make my dreams come true (and I dream BIG bitches), I have to suck it up and maybe miss out on some of the things that don’t support that goal. Seriously, do you want to go to the brain surgeon that you always see in the club every Friday and Saturday nights?

I suppose miracles do happen, but I don’t know that anyone immediately became a licensed vagi-cat doctor who spent all their time working at Carvel. I'm jussayin'.

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