Sure I clean up well, but I prefer this version :p
Do my work? Nooooo, never. If a bearing blows out and explodes from friction, that’s future Brodi’s problem. Present Brodi would rather watch the K-1 tournament archive footage.
I wish I weren’t so stubborn. I wish I weren’t so difficult, and more so difficult to love.
And then I remember, fuck you.
You need a strong personality and some damn conviction to deal with me. It’s not about whether I wouldn’t accept anything less. I’m fine with cracks in the armor. God knows I’ve got thousands. Imperfection and weakness are not the same thing. Imperfection is knowing your flaws, acknowledging them, and knowing you need to ask help or help your damned self. Even if it means accepting them as another weight, but never a crutch or an excuse. Weakness is letting it overtake you contrary to all the hands trying to pull you from the pit, and worse still trying to chastise someone else for letting you fall. Cutting of your nose to spite your face. All my friends are imperfect in some way, which is why I love em and why they love me. Embrace it, but don’t ask me to be something I’m not. Not then, not now, not ever.
“You can’t be mad at something for acting according to it’s nature.” Isn’t that what I always said. Well there’s my nature. I’m hard-nosed, I’m difficult, I’m stubborn, I’m too smart for my own good half the time, and too damned stupid for it the rest. I can be an ass, and an asshole. But lord knows that beyond that, I’ll love you more than I love myself if you can look me in the eyes and just embrace/enjoy what I am. I’m the best friend you’ll ever have. I’m the absolute worst enemy you can ever make…but the one thing you never want to become to me…is nothing.
Q: What’s one of the only things that can leave a 6’1, 200+ pound, big black man layer out on the couch like a little kid?
A: a tummy ache :(
Went to town organizing my closet in a mini bout of OCD. A)too bugged not to finish it b) too much shit/too many hangers to do the thing where you just move it to one side and cuddle the giant pile of clothes when you sleep
It’s just how I was saying…simple chemistry. We take pure and very active elements, like hydrogen and oxygen..we mix it up…then… fuckin BAM! We get water, the most still and unmoving,yet fluid thing ever. They say some compounds are very stable because they are the end product of a very violent chemical reaction, so you’d need a much stronger reaction to split them apart.
Now that doesn’t mean that it has to start violently to go well together. There’s a lot of reactions which are going slower, on the long term. No explosion, no fire…just time and silence…
Profound drunken ramblings on past relationships. Chemistry as explained through chemistry.
Edit: Reposted for a friend who couldn’t find it
I love my niece. I feel sorry for the poor thing sicne she’s sick. That said, Her mother owes me a bottle of scoth for dealing with her all night. and I mean all night. Little brat just went down at 130. As Ive said before, Brodi doesn’t have kids for a goddamn reasons! Time for drinking(well, further drinking at this point)
That’s fraction right, this guy! *points thumbs at myself* My knee is stretched out again and I can throw head kicks again. Plus power behind my leg kicks. That’s my bread and butter right there. Hard for a guy to stand and fight ya when his leg won’t hold him up anymore. Hehehe. Basically was up at the gym from 9-1 :)
New, very bass heavy headphones+ The Weeknd+cute girl at the coffee shop >lack of sleep +grouchiness+full day of class. All I see is a smile and all I hear is rhythm and thump thump thump.
My shins are bruised to hell. I’m certainly not complaining :) But do you know the kind of work someone has to put in to make ME bruise. Hehe
Holy shit, inviting my cousin to one of our parties went way better than I imagined. Actually, she can hang with the best of us, not that I expect anything less of my family) . Also, goddamn it Alli’s roommate is fucking cute. And in honor of St Patricks day, me and her split a fifth of Jameson and partnered up for beer pong. Amazing night, but Brodi is drunk as a skunk. Fuck me.
Brodi starts off with 4 girls. He swaps out 1, clears the board, wipes 3 off the board, gets hung up on one. Picks up 1 old flame. Adds 1 old friend that moved back into town. Brick walls 2. Gets asked out by one.
If Brodi has 99 problems. How many of these problems are constituted by bitches?*
*Note:(and ladies you know I don’t mean bitch in the derogatory term)
On a side note, even though I knew already, my mom for the first time talked about her thinking about and now, impending marriage. A lot of my aversion to marriage is built on her raising. I’m happy as hell for her, and I always thought if she ever did it it’d be a little more utilitarian, but Im glad. It’s just weird seeing her watching shows on wedding dresses. Haha