So - my boy Wen decided to migrate from Xanga to here and I've chosen to follow him because, well, I'm always a sucker for new things, new adventures. So voila, here I am.
Just to kick it to you real brief, I'm an actor. I'm currently waiting to start working on a film where I won one of the lead roles through an online voting competition. I won this past April and, last I heard, we are suppose to start filming next month. I'm hoping this holds true cuz I can't wait to get away from my job, even if it's only for 3 weeks! I hate my job. Okay, I don't hate it, I just don't like working. I don't like waking up at 5/6 in the morn to get on the daggone metro and be at work by 8. I hate it. I hate the metro and I hate waking up early. But more than anything, I hate the metro.
The metro is full of jerks and bitches and idiots and assholes. 'Scuse my French but it's the truth. Everyone acts like they're the only ones in a hurry and don't give two shits about runnin' you over without an "excuse me" or "pardon me" or even a look back. Block out, bump and go. Inconsiderate, miserable people ride the train. They suck. If it didn't cost so much to drive into work, I would. On occassions I will, like when it rains or it's extremely hot or cold, or if it's a Thursday or Friday, or all of the above. Trust me, the metro gets worse as you get closer to the weekend. I detest the fukn DC metrorail system. Everyday I look forward to getting out of work only to realize the pain that awaits me underground. One of these days I'm gonna get on the metro in full Redskins regalia, helmet/pads and all, and just go Mike Sellers on people. Okay, so Mike Sellers is like 3 times my size but I've got a helmet and these crooked metro riders don't! I'll be able to run over a few of 'em before security takes me down - and that's enough to bring a smile to my face.
Speakin of my face - it's gotten fat. My boy just moved to Seattle today and we went out to dinner last night at the Orleans House in Rosslyn, VA. I printed up some old ass pictures of us from college and DAMN did we look good! We were all thinner, cutter, cuter - we were hot. But it just made me realize that I've really let myself go! Okay, I'm not talking like 50, 70 lbs heavier but I've gained some weight. Especially in my neck, face, and gut. Everyday I tell myself that I need to start running, working out, eating better but it never seems to happen. Instead XBox happens or drinking happens or Heroes happens or I'm-Just-Too-Tired-From-Work happens. It's sad, it sux, and sooner or later I'mma have to suck it up and get crackin but for now, there's just not enough motivation there to get me goin. I've got some ideas brewin on how to make me get off my ass but I'm too lazy to put it out here right now. But they're brewin.
Which reminds me, they just brewed a fresh pot of coffee that I'm gonna go get me some of. Yes, I just got back from lunch, it's 2pm and I'm gettin some coffee. I need it and I want it and it's suppose to cancel out the effects of alcohol so I'm gonna go drink some. Oh, and today was the 2nd day this week I've had McDonald's for lunch. Damn them and their stupid Monopoly game! Gets me every time. SO does not help my face, neck, and gut.
