ladies....you wish!!

these guys are so gay!!!!! that's the only way any man would do these things.

here's what my calculus test from highschool would have looked like

Ebony and Ivory Ball

I went to the Ebony and Ivory ball in February and never posted any pics. Enjoy. I look good, i mean really good.


Me and my friend Aisha

This is all the ladies in my office, and me.

Me and some peeps.

To be alive

Well, i've returned refreshededed!!! Utah was beautiful. I hiked 6 miles around Navajo Lake, had some drinks, and ate some MRE (Meals Ready to Eat). I observed some nature (i saw a uramacyx lizard, hornets, fishes, and some weird beatles). I brought some Vodka from Vegas, and drank it up there at 10,000 ft. I got a bit tipsy. Life is good.

Day 5-7

I will write this one ahead of time. My bestest friends are taking me camping in Utah up in the mountains to make me feel better. I think the trees and the lake will absorb my sorrow, so i can get back into the game. By the way, Super, may just be the future Mrs. Tigre.

Day 4

She called me last night, and i made the mistake of answering the phone. I wanted some closure so i went for it, and all i got was more $h#t. I was basically told that i was tossed the side for some meanial reasons, and that she did love me and that we should still be friends. Why the crap would she call me? Why would she do that if it wasn't to just mess with my head. After all of that i realized that yes, she simply got bored with a good guy, and disposed of me. The warning signs were there, but i was blind. She lied to me, and to know that allows me to actually be mad now, which helps me to move forward. Thanks for the advice friends. As i prepare to deploy into the desert this fall, i will be recovered and ready to kick some ass. At least we broke up before then. I feel better today, almost optimistic about the move on. One day at a time.

Day 3

I'm hanging in there, trying to keep busy and my mind busy. My mind keeps running in circles to to figure things out, and it just makes me remember things that make me sad again. I can hardly eat. I keep doing things to make myself happy, but it's just not the same. I know i'll recover after a while, but it sucks right now. It's so much more phyically draining than i ever thought. My mind, emotions, and my body are just drained pushing through a normal day trying to get back to my bed to sleep again. I've been running 3 miles at night to take my mind off. Count one day down. To make things worse, the Braves suck too.

Clouds of Jupiter

Hello my friends. I know, i know, i've been gone for a while without explanation. I am sorry. I type before you a broken hearted man. I started seeing her, and stopped blogging. In fact i stopped doing a lot of things, the things that made me happy. I did everything that made her happy, and stopped doing the "ME" things. I didn't play basketball at the gym, i didn't workout, i didn't blog, i didn't watch as much TV, etc. I stopped my world for her, because of the "L" word, i call it that because the word itself makes me sick right now. I did all the things that a man is suppose to do for his woman, ALL THE THINGS. In the end that was what i did wrong. When a woman gets what she most needs and wants, she doesn't want it anymore. I should have been a jerk, an assh@le, all the things that they claim to hate; and i should have mixed that up with being a good boyfriend too. Kinda keeping them on their feet, and always wanting more. But then again, that would made me miserable acting like something i'm not. She sat me down and told me we should "take a break," and she wants to "still be friends," and that she was going through things and it wasn't my "fault." F#%K THAT $H#T! I'm a good guy, and we always get shat on. Now i have to recover, it hurts and it'll be slow, but i'll do it. Today my friends, i joined the Woman Haters Club (WHC). Over my heart and ominous sky, the clouds of jupiter in my eyes.

the aweful truth