Ok, I am really effin’ torn right at the moment. I’m sitting at work and trying to decide if writing this is a good idea or not. The real answer is probably “or not”, but for the first time in a long time, my music library has started talking to me again. For you, that means I’ve got a lot of badassery (opposite of douchebaggery) flowing through me right now. Which leads me to today’s post. Am I getting soft?
Give it to me
For the first time in almost a year (yes, I know someone out there has that written down…right?), I am taking a cop out. Not like, on a date or anything, I don’t want to be like my ex-gf (gross; I could say more, but I probably wouldn’t ever see my dog again). Anyways, life has me ran pretty ragged these days and I really don’t have much on my mind. I’m kind of in a zombie-like state: Wake up, eat, work (I actually am these days; scary!), eat, work, eat, train, eat, do something that takes up all my time, get 5 hours of sleep, and repeat.