2:47am & Not Sleepy

Earlier today: 9am: 15mg (had to drive to Downtown LA) 12:30pm: 15mg (sitting in a conference room for Medicare training and was about to take exam and it was raining and gloomy) 6pm: 15mg (on the way to bowling league) 7:30pm: 15mg (I bowled an 87 my first two games) 2:52am: WIDE AWAKE and supposed to play golf at 7am with my uncle who talks mad shit, cheats, and has no golf etiquette. FUCK! After golf need to shop for a computer with my mom. FUCK! In addition I need to make calls too. FUCK! Usually jerking off makes me fall asleep after consuming 15mg-30mg. But in this case it won't. DUH! So instead of forcing myself to watch filth I choose to write. My roommate is still up. He's ran up to the kitchen twice to eat food. How the fuck does he stay up this late? Obviously he's not on crack because he has an appetite. But the motherfucker sleeps in late. I don't think he got up until I got home at 3pm today...can't knock on the dude. He has an MBA, has money, only socially drinks, doesn't do drugs, and doesn't bring the homies to the house. He did piss me off last Thursday because he fucked a bitch on the couch! A) that's the couch, shared furniture B) the bitch was loud C) the couch is located directly above my bedroom D) I was in bed with a high fever and chills I guess that was his way of getting my attention. I've been dodging him and we're supposed to be business partners. But I'll give him the benefit of the doubt maybe he didn't know I was home because I've been gone a lot. All in all he's what I wish I was. Tall, dark, good looking, and doesn't give a fuck when it comes to bitches. Yeah we were raised differently, come from different cultures, and have different beliefs but can't knock on the guy that pays me $1250/month to stay here. There's no way I can afford the monthly mortgage on my own. But coming back from Maui...I need to live by the beach! I'm in a bowling league out on the westside just so I have an excuse to go to the beach. Thinking of renting out this entire pad so I can do so. I didn't tell you but I got my CPR certification! Hoping to be a lifeguard! Meaning I need to get healthy and be able to swim long and far! FUCK! Okay folks need at least 2 hours of sleep...so I'll try and close my eyes and think about big boobies and wet cunt and hopefully fall asleep... "The time is now 3:18am...you cracked out motherfucker..."

3 Quarters Done, One Quarter Remains

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September and now it's already fucking OCTOBER. Time flies when you bullshit and watch other people make money off of the stock market, those with cash buy foreclosed homes, watch your loved ones go through their personal lives' transformations. Fuck you economy, the richer are getting richer and the poorer are getting poorer. Yes I can go finish school, go to medical school and become a doctor. It's a career in the United States that is always high in demand, especially because we Americans eat shit, drink shit, and think like shit. THANK YOU MAINSTREAM MEDIA! May your advertisers who are continuously making us fat, broke, and sick continue to pay you well so you rich fucks can continue to buy your Whole Foods groceries, go on lavish vacations, and continue to control "we the People of the United States of America!" Okay enough about other people and politics. What about ME? Well, thank you for asking! I am 2 months behind on my mortgage payments. Yes I still gamble, spend money on massages and rub and tugs, and other bullshit but dammit in lieu of health insurance I'd rather spend my money on bullshit. It makes me feel good kinda sorta. Started dating a blast from the past this year. We met in Vegas (I had a table at Body English circa 2005) and she was able to get past security with her 2 other hot girlfriends. I finally got out of the "friend zone" and started having sex with her starting back in June. The first time (after a long drought) I wore a condom but did not come. The second time I didn't wear a condom but didn't bust either. It is safe to say that amphetamine salts CAUSES IMPOTENCE AND DECREASES LIBIDO. Or maybe my other head was saying "DO NOT GET THIS BITCH PREGNANT!" So when we do get intimate I make sure to give her a full body massage and eat her pussy. Kinda blown out (she's 36 now) but it tastes good and it's better than my right and left hand. But one night at dinner she caught me slipping: Her: "I can't sleep with you tonight..." Me: "Why not???" Her: "Babe I've got a busy day tomorrow. And if you come over we won't go to sleep right away and you'll keep me up all night." Me: "No I won't. It'll only take me two minutes." Her: "Just because we hang out doesn't mean we have to have sex." In my head: "Fuck you then. Because if I would have known I wouldn't have picked your prude ass up and pay for this $80 dinner!" I haven't seen her in almost 3 months... I think about her (and fucking) everyday but I feel like I only got to see her when it was convenient for her and I had to be penciled in her schedule. And I promised her that I wasn't like other guys; we can be fuck friends and be adults about it and not get all emotionally attached. Well I lied because she was the only piece of ass I was banging. Which means 9 months have passed and I've been bullshitting on my New Years' Resolutions...

Hello Twenty Thirteen

Happy New Year! I'm back. And I'm on 30mg of amphetamine salts. I have a six pack. I have money in the bank. I am current with my mortgage payments. I am doing okay with my job. I need a girl who I can trust and trusts me. I am in a bowling league, play golf and tennis. I still gamble alot but not wrecklessly. I still drink but do not binge drink as much because I feel like shit the next day. So my goals this year: 1) make more money 2) find a cool chick 3) stay in great physical, mental, and emotional shape Stay focused, live life to the fullest, and be grateful and greatness will happen. Peace out... -Anonymous

I re upped on the amphetamine salts

Dear World, My apologies but I've been away. It's been a roller coaster...I skipped out on paying my mortgage 9 months last year so I owed a whopping $31,000 with late fees and legal fees. I was able to "save" $10,000 and guess what I tried to do with it in Vegas?!?!? Let's just say Palazzo/Venetian send me postcards for free suites every month. Motherfuckingshit! I should have my name on a title for these goddamn suites. But that's the past. And luckily I have loving parents who bailed my sorry ass and fronted the $31,000 to get my house out of foreclosure. They thought I was on drugs. I told them "No, I just can't concentrate...I think I've hit a wall with my career...in 2010 I killed it...why? Because of the amphetamine salts...in 2011 I lost it...why? Because I have ADD and I need help. So guess what they did??? Let's just say that it gets me going. And without it life sucks. I've lost inches on my waist. These size 30 Joe's jeans are so big I need to use the 4th hole (I used to could get away with the 2nd hole) in my belt so they don't sag to the ground. How's business? Not bad...closing a few small deals here and there. Need to get it going with the groups though. Q2 is underway and I'm almost done with my Rx. A colleague burned me "Think and Grow Rich" (how did he know that I hate reading?). It's very inspirational...and it makes perfect sense. What do I have lined up this year? -Developing a golf app with a good friend and another dude -Trying to grow my book of business -Writing more. I need to express all this shit in my head. It's therapeutic! Speaking of shit I gotta take one. Coffee, multivitamin, Acai berry green tea pill, and 15mg of amphetamine salts will do that to you..

4th Quarter here we go...

I need to come up big to end the year strong. I mean, I didn't do much this year so any progress is great progress!

Last week I left for Vegas on a whim and won $1500 at Blackjack! But my overhead included $60 hotel room, $80 for gas and just found out I blew out my alternator for a whopping $700! FUCK!!!

It was fun though. I went there for business only. Didn't drink, holla at any girls, just stayed focused on Blackjack. I had $6600 cash on me. WTF? At one time I was in for $3200. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? But at the end I got lucky and left +$1500. What a rush...

I'm thinking I should go back...but this time just bring $3200 and try to make $3000. We'll see...

Still need $6K by the end of the month...we'll see how I'll get it without asking the parents.

My phone just rang. I hate picking up my phone when random numbers call. It's either a debt collector or someone trying to hit me up for bullshit.

"Hello? Hello??? Listen I can't hear you...by the way...FUCK OFF! I don't have your money!!!"

33 and 3 months...

I'm an old fuck. I'm an old fuck but good fuck. What have I been up to...

June came and went. Just did a jazz show and cooked for peeps at the house. It was cool I guess. Cool for a 33 year old dammit.

July I went to Vegas. August I went to Lima, Rio de Janiero, and Buenos Aires with my parents and sister. It was cool and cold. Didn't know it was winter time in South America. Isn't it hot there all the damn time? I guess not!

Now what? Same shit, different day. In a bowling league again. This will be my 3rd year. I'm gonna fuck shit up this year. Just need to slow down my tempo and smooth out my roll. I'm gonna be the boss tonight!

Other than that same shit. Need to work out a payment plan with my lender. Haven't paid April through present. Thinking of foreclosing and moving to the beach with the $18,000 I'll be saving. SHIT! FUCK! It's time to make moves!

Need a $50,000 Medicare season this year. How? Enroll 100 members. How? It helps that a carrier is going to give me a shirt, banner, and table to post in front of Rite Aid. I need a big year. Otherwise I'm moving back with my parents. FML.

That's all folks. Still not all that motivated with work, bitches, life. Am getting back into my fitness, tennis and being outdoors. Fuck being broke and depressed. I'd rather be broke and have a nice body...then maybe I can get a dick surgery and become a porn star! They are hiring now since the AIDS break out in the industry...

Peace out. Gotta walk the dog, run errands, and attend a bullshit carrier seminar...

ADD vs me: ADD wins in a landslide

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