I wouldn't feel anything good about my life...

I've scoured the memories...thought long and hard...did the math...I am a loser. And I'm close to hitting rock bottom. And it's not as cool as I thought it might be.

And I'm back...

...and so is the weight...and the bad habits...and the excess possessions...

I had a kid and that threw a big fucking wrench into the works...love that boy with every ounce of love I've got but it was tough to keep things going when dealing with all the changes...

But I'm back...eating paleo diet about 70% of the time...need that up to 85% for it to do much good...started exercising regularly about a month ago...fuck the gym and fuck long distance running...I'm doing my own mash up of crossfit and MoveNat and just whatever feels good in the moment

Lots of sprinting...jumping...climbing...lifting...playing like a fucking kid out there and having shit tons of fun...I actually hurt the shit out of myself doing some weird army rolls, thought I cracked a rib but must have just bruised it...that felt good, like getting punched in the face...

My major commitment to the lifestyle begins tomorrow, Sunday, April 24th...upping the paleo and the exercise and getting rid of more shit...

spartan---caveman---durden

Even with a gun in my mouth...

...and my life on the line, I can't describe the plot of Transformers 2.

Worst movie of the year? Fuck you. Worst movie of the decade? Getting closer. The movie equivalent of your virgin unlubed butthole getting ass rammed by Ron Jeremy on viagra? There ya go.

Michael Bay is to movies as anal bleeding is to gay sex.

Two hours in I said fuck it, this is my life and it's ending one accelerated minute at a time.

I am Jack's seething hatred of Michael Bay.

I want you to hit me as hard as you can...

Welcome to Jack's random bullshit

Feel free to pop open a pbr an evian or an innard crippling mountain dew.

I'm fed up, and I'm not going to take anymore of this shit. This will be the blog's rallying cry. Fuck what we are supposed to do. It's time to reclaim humanity from progress. Time to get back to the basics, snuff out all the distractions. So...

Fuck the internet. Fuck bloggers. Fuck organized religion and stupid cunts that call themselves "spiritual, not religious". Fuck twats that tweet. Fuck the fucked up. Fuck the cry baby's. Fuck the politicians. Fuck the shitty movies, the shitty songs, the pop ups, and the mirror athletes. Fuck the cops. Fuck the followers and the so called leaders. Fuck all the people that lied to us. Fuck the American dream. Fuck youtube, iphones, and the beaten path. Fuck masterbation...

Seriously.

Time to strip down. Time to stop taking it out on yourself. Time to stop worrying so much about everybody else.

Your bible is your bible. It may be something I'd wipe my ass with, but enjoy. My bible...my God...my religion is "this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time"...just saying fuck it, I don't care anymore. I can't fight with you anymore. We lost, okay. I get it. You are the almighty powerful fuck you god. A job well done, sir.

We live with so many distractions...internet...internet porn...food...wine...clothes...driving routes...vacations...cologne...ass or vagina...hand or pussy...white or wheat...cunt or mouth...

Tyler says, no fear no distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

My blog. No rules. I'll tell you to fuck off and you can hit me as hard as you want. We'll talk about sex, drugs, fight club, movies, masterbation, writing, letting go of depression and low self esteem, letting go of possessions, letting go of fear, and judgements.

One thing I won't allow is stupidty. Be smart, be an asshole. Try to spell correctly, but don't try too hard, know what I mean? I won't judge you.

Till next time...

I am Jack's raging boner