Red like your mother's eyes...

I knocked my clock over again. I always do that.

She's stolen my heart again.



How will things be when I'm in the Ancient World? Will I find happiness? Sorrow? Despair? A Virus? Love? Money? Education?

I don't really know. My roommate says the Ancient World will only bring excitement. I'm drawn to it by the mystery. The first true step out into the World away from the protection of my family. As much as my mom thinks Massachusetts is very far from home, it's not. Greece is a whole nother step. If I can survive in Japan for two weeks with a teacher and friends. I can survive in Greece with just my roommate for months, right? Right? I hope.

Money. It's not everything. It's just something. It of course runs a majority of the World but not everything. If you can survive without making money your main concern, you're a lot stronger and smarter than most of the people around you. People let money control them. People let money make them a tool, a usage, nothing. Money makes people meaningless and invaluable. Money makes a person worth less than a piece of paper. People should be using money as a tool, not the other way around.

Me giving you 2 dollars to not potentially ruin someone else's day is well worth the price. Think about it, I bet if you would have caused that scene, she would have never kissed you. You let money treat you like a tool. I treated money like a tool to save you.

If you show the World you can't be bought, it'll make a lot of people scared. People are afraid of a man who has no price. A price, buyout, is a scape goat. If you can't converse and win over the person, money is the next option. If money is never the option though, you better hope you have some communication skills or there goes your business.

I once told a man, it's never about the shoes you wear, the clothes which cover your body, it's about the smile, handshake and voice. If you refuse to smile, refuse to shake hands, then you better damn well know how to speak. If you're a model and aren't allowed to speak, your smile and hands better do all the talking. When I say hands, I mean physique, structure, body movements. Smile is your presentation, face contact, facial looks i.e. are you good looking? If you have all three, you're Heaven Sent. If you have two, You're Good to Go. If you're only equipped with one, well you better be at the top of your fucking game. I have two 1/2 of those. I'm a damn good talker, and I'm damn good with using my hands, actions and expressions to add life into the conversation. My looks aren't top best, they're average. They're eccentric as some would say. I don't appeal to all but the ones I do appeal to fuckin damn well love me. Nothing quite like facial hair and a pink / neon blue koi fish shirt with some dickies shorts and pumas, oh also don't forget the shaggy hair.

Someone called me the other day to say they discovered a fortune. They wish I could publish it in the paper to let the World to know. I hung up on them and called the Government to let them know the number of the person and make sure taxes got a hold of it. I kid, I kid. I hung up because simply, I didn't want someone's ego going off the cliff. Who cares you discovered a fortune? Unless you're donating it or using it for good, no one should want to know about the ferrari you'll be purchasing or the 100 acre property in France. I'm probably sounding like a communist here but I'm the exact opposite. I'm a capitalist through and through. I wish everyone spent more and invested in our bloody economy but I also wish people would shut their mouthes about stupid expensive things they buy to the overall World. One thing to tell friends, another thing to call a newspaper. So if you will, let me say, Shut up. Although, I do have a guilty pleasure from time to time when it comes to watching Cribs and similar shows, so I guess I can see the thrill in showing off.

Monkeys should be allowed to take steroids too!

Chocolate Banana Milk, coming to a store near you! In super Gorilla Gorilla form!


I'd burn down London, cause the fall of Rome and put Greece in the past if it means being with you.

I jumped the gun, didn't I?