am i a metrosexual? you tell me.

for the left brains, a more scientific analysis.

i'm sore, sleepy and my big toe hurts. "why?" you ask. (or perhaps you don't ask "why?" but i have the soap box to tell you anyways)...

sore: picked up heavy objects and put them in a truck. then picked them up off the truck and put them down again.
sleepy: opened the heavy stuff and took out all the smaller stuff, put things together and moved it around my room (a very time-consuming task).
big toe pain: (unrelated to the above) i over-clipped my in-grown toe nail and it got infected... so now it's swollen and constantly dribbling out blood and puss.

that reminds me of a funny story. i promised not to tell anyone... but it involves an IM conversation with a very descriptive writer and a homograph (fyi, two words that are spelled the same but have different meanings and, sometimes, pronunciations).

i'll give you a hint and you can use your imagination:
what's the adjective form of the noun "puss"?

the guidance stipe [of r.e.m.] provided yorke [of radiohead] at the height of radiohead's fame almost certainly kept the band from breaking up. to hear stipe explain it, their interaction was almost academic-- he talks about the complexity of "dealing with words" and how all performers "are missing something in their dna" and that it's almost impossible for artists to balance their inherent insecurity with the ego required to display oneself in public.
-- from a SPIN magazine article by chuck klosterman

i just thought this was interesting. i especially found the last part insightful... balancing inherent insecurity with ego. to me it seems much less of a balancing act than it is a process of trying to completely obliterate the latter-- at least when it comes to leading worship.

i dunno... too many thoughts going on in my head. i don't know what i'm saying.

in case you couldn't tell by my previous post, i'm moving this weekend.

starting next week, i'll be a citizen of new jersey... the armpit of america. i know all you west-coasters are jealous.

at least i'll have a doorman, my own room and a neighborhood that doesn't surprise you with random odors. actually, sunnyside's not that bad.

i'm starving. i should get in the habit of eating breakfast.

summer's here. you're going to want to hit the beach... but are you afraid of stripping down to your swimsuit?

i can help you out.

come by my apartment this saturday and i'll design a workout to suit your needs. it's a cutting-edge and unique one-day program that will burn some fat off your body and take you one step closer to that baywatch audition.

the program includes a cardiovascular weight-lifting regiment in which you speed-walk while carrying different household objects and furniture. the varying sizes and weights of the objects allows you to work multiple combinations of your muscles for a balanced-build look.

only i can offer you this amazing workout with even more amazing results. all for the low low introductory offer of $100 per session.

email me for details.
price is negotiable.
heck, i might even bribe you with food to try this incredible program.

act now!

i'm in a good mood today.
don't know why, but who needs a reason, right?
i found the "snack closet" on my floor and just scarfed down a bag of chips ahoy!s and baked lays (gotta try to eat healthy) washed it all down with diet pepsi. i gotta put some real food in my stomach soon.

that is all. i want to try to get in the habit of writing everyday again.

good afternoon, everyone.

i've been laughing outloud all day at work.
no one has caught me yet... (seems like it's a busy day for everyone but me).

the source of my questionably-insane giggling?

http://www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.com/

went to the beach on saturday. it was nice to be out in the sun.
still pensive.
still don't know why.
someone prophesied about me on friday.
i'm not sure how to take it.
i mean, it was encouraging, but also puts pressure on me. i'm all about shunning responsibility right now.

my pensitivity is back.
not sure why.
not sure what to do.
not sure if there is anything that can be done.
but to hope...

I waited patiently for the LORD;
he turned to me and heard my cry.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a hymn of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear
and put their trust in the LORD.
- psalm 40:1-3