Post by Emerson on Mar 30, 2018 12:54:16 GMT -5
I have been working on my car for a few days now. Needs some oil, needs spark plugs replaced and I need to fix the front light, its all fogged up and I can barely see the road nowadays. Working on a car does help me focus myself on a lot of things. It helps me center myself and help me focus. Its also a good way to get your mind off things. Kinda like losing yourself into something else.
After a few hours I got oil all over my hands and on my face, haha, its awesome. I take pleasure in doing this. Just like there's no better thing to eat then a baloney sandwich and some Doritos on the side. What can I say? I am a simple kinda guy. There isn't much complication when it comes to me. I ain't pretending to be some genius hiding in a wrestlers body. There is no secret hidden talent. Like I don't play the piano nor paint masterpieces in my spare time. Nope that ain't me, that ain't me by a long shot.
I ainthe romantic type either, to whisk away a woman and sweep her off her feet. Nope, my idea of a date is popcorn on the sofa and watching spongebob with my kid. If she don't like that then oh well her loss.
At night I am so exhausted from my days, I am usually asleep before my head hits the pillow. I ain't too religious either. I believe in god but I don't attend mass or any church. Sundays for me are meant to say in my pajamas all day eating junkfood with my son and just vegging out in front of the TV.
All in all my life is OK. All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the puddles gather rain.And all I can do is just pour some tea for two. And speak my point of view but it's not sane. (que Blind Melon song) Sure I could use some more money, who couldn't? But I don't let that hold me back. Nothing holds me back, everything just makes me stronger.
And I have grown stronger each and every day. And I guess that's that. Now let me talk about Rumpke. Anyone ever call you Rumpelstiltskin by accident or on purpose? Your name sorta resembles it. I haven't had a match in a while. I wonder if I will rusty? Probably but it don't matter much.
Thing is, in SFT everyone is looking for a reason to be. Some want to vent their frustrations. Some want to prove they are the best thing since sliced cheese. Some want to make a name for themselves. They dream of being the next Ric Flair or Hulk Hogan. They see themselves one day making movies and being like The Rock. And all that is fine and dandy, its good to have such goals. But that ain't me. Never will be.
My match with Rumpke will be for the hardcore title. And honestly I haven't been in too many of those type of matches. But I would imagine Rumpke has. So upperhand goes to him. For the life of me I c an never really understand why people like these sort of matches? I mean is the bloodlust that strong? Do people get off on seeing two men rip each other apart? Cause that's pretty much all it is.
I guess that's the times we live in. Kinda sad if you think about it. Every generation has said the world is going to hell in a handbasket, and every generation has been right to say it.
Well that is all I have for today.
Fade to black
After a few hours I got oil all over my hands and on my face, haha, its awesome. I take pleasure in doing this. Just like there's no better thing to eat then a baloney sandwich and some Doritos on the side. What can I say? I am a simple kinda guy. There isn't much complication when it comes to me. I ain't pretending to be some genius hiding in a wrestlers body. There is no secret hidden talent. Like I don't play the piano nor paint masterpieces in my spare time. Nope that ain't me, that ain't me by a long shot.
I ainthe romantic type either, to whisk away a woman and sweep her off her feet. Nope, my idea of a date is popcorn on the sofa and watching spongebob with my kid. If she don't like that then oh well her loss.
At night I am so exhausted from my days, I am usually asleep before my head hits the pillow. I ain't too religious either. I believe in god but I don't attend mass or any church. Sundays for me are meant to say in my pajamas all day eating junkfood with my son and just vegging out in front of the TV.
All in all my life is OK. All I can say is that my life is pretty plain. I like watchin' the puddles gather rain.And all I can do is just pour some tea for two. And speak my point of view but it's not sane. (que Blind Melon song) Sure I could use some more money, who couldn't? But I don't let that hold me back. Nothing holds me back, everything just makes me stronger.
And I have grown stronger each and every day. And I guess that's that. Now let me talk about Rumpke. Anyone ever call you Rumpelstiltskin by accident or on purpose? Your name sorta resembles it. I haven't had a match in a while. I wonder if I will rusty? Probably but it don't matter much.
Thing is, in SFT everyone is looking for a reason to be. Some want to vent their frustrations. Some want to prove they are the best thing since sliced cheese. Some want to make a name for themselves. They dream of being the next Ric Flair or Hulk Hogan. They see themselves one day making movies and being like The Rock. And all that is fine and dandy, its good to have such goals. But that ain't me. Never will be.
My match with Rumpke will be for the hardcore title. And honestly I haven't been in too many of those type of matches. But I would imagine Rumpke has. So upperhand goes to him. For the life of me I c an never really understand why people like these sort of matches? I mean is the bloodlust that strong? Do people get off on seeing two men rip each other apart? Cause that's pretty much all it is.
I guess that's the times we live in. Kinda sad if you think about it. Every generation has said the world is going to hell in a handbasket, and every generation has been right to say it.
Well that is all I have for today.
Fade to black
