Wake Up Time


Second place is the first loser when you are a competitive person like I am. Although I did win the esteemed and local Cheetah football pool last week and perhaps even this week, as well as being a co-champion in another tournament and event I entered this past weekend, I ultimately lost when it counted in a much more important aspect of my life today. I also lost my pet tiger in a park playground when I was taking it for a walk. I lost sight of the tiger while I was on the teeter totter by myself. I'm a bit angry because my tiger didn't have lunch at that point.

It's ok though. Things always work out they say. You pay the price when you take risks like I do. You can look a fool or look a champion when it's all said and done.

Why is it that in my whole life, my Plan B has been to write a new Plan A if my original Plan A didn't work?

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Losing is a humbling and humiliating experience. I may not have won that freaking battle, but I will win the damn war. I want my motivation, and I got my motivation. Rock bottom is a nice place. The view is unbelievable. It's good to be king.

On a more optimistic note: To all the loyal readers, what do you all think of the new look of the website?