great_magnet wrote:Much respect to dboy for the original, however seeing as it's 2006 and we have a bunch of new members, I reckon it's time to spill the beans all over again...
I admit that I am wearing Mum Crystal Pink roll-on deoderant this morning because I ran out of my man smell and had to pillage my girl's collection to avoid stenching up the joint.
I admit I consume music rather than really listening to it and am trying to rectify this problem by devoting more time to my purchases before moving on to the next one.
I admit that I have an addiction to a freshly brewed pot of tea first thing in the morning and first thing when I get home from work.
I admit that I am at a crossroads in my life and am currently looking for a new job, new hobbies and a new direction because I feel that I am currently existing on an endless cycle of days that blur into each other.
I admit that have an unhealthy obsession with fitness and exercise.
I admit to having a t-shirt fetish.
I admit to being frustrated that I can't find the motivation to get back to my major love - writing.
I admit that my favourite feeling in the world is paddling out into the surf on a beautiful summer morning with the hint of expectation in the air at what is to come.
I admit to owning three Counting Crows CD's.
I admit to loving my family to death and my true friends a close second.
I admit to being in love and proud of it.
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Aint nothing wrong with Counting Crows. One of the most under-rated bands around IMO, and for some reason are grouped into the same category as wankers such as Match-box 20 or Live.
It aint the case.
Maybe it's because of the whole general release of the 'Mr Jones' thing?
That dude writes some of the best lyrics, and some of the most heart-wrenching stuff I've ever heard.
And puts his ALL into into it live.
He's a champ, and true performer. Love his work.
I write heaps too, but have been writing music obsessively for months now. So I have been a bit pre-occupied.
Going to strart writing freelance again for the some extra cash soon, once I need a proper job again, finish the tunes I need to, then go off the dole.
I think I have told you GM - I have written six chapters of a fantasy novel, and done the full out-plan for a two book series.
I don't want to write a trilogy, because the middle book is always the most boring.
You'd love it GM - dirty fantasy, that erupts into major fantasy.
A pschopath killing people in a medieval setting, and two dudes trying to sort it out. Sort of like 'In the name of the Rose' but with the addition of dark-elves, battle scarrd and ruthlesss warriors, and baddass bitches.
My type of shit. hehe.
Main influence being Tolkien, CS lewis and Tad Williams.
I have lots of T-shirts, many of which are disgusting, but I couldn't give a shit who I offend.
Wish I had money to buy more. I used to buy at leat one a week.
See the 'free-lance' thing above for finding a real job after this period of my life.
Also, am starting my own company in 6 months. So will see what happens - just have to get some cash together.
As for fitness, have been an absolute fanatic all my life, except for last few years I've been DJ'ing. I'm back in the gym though, and am training up to get back in the boxing gym, then eventually back to BJJ.
I want to fight in the UFC, and have no doubt - I will.
May sound silly coming form a DJ, but it's the case. Been doing martial arts at a world level for much of my life, and UFC fighters peak around 38-39.
I'm 32, so I'm geting right back into it. I need an aggression outlet, otherwise some poor cunt on the street or in a club who looks at me the wrong way gets a black eye, or worse. I don't want to be like that.
And I need to be the pound-ee, as well as the pounder on occasion to curb any violent urges I may have off the mats.
Come from a long line of wild tempered cunts. So it's the best thing to do.
I still think my old man would be tough enough to kick the shit out of me. Fuck he's a hard old bastard.
Love my family and true friends too - and have come to the full realisation lately who my 'real' mates are. I've had a cull of hangers-on, users and wankers, and stopped taking recreational drugs - and so am back to being happy and reasonably normal again.
The club scene is filled with dicks who don't want to know you unless you have something to offer. Going to try and stay out of it except for gigs this year.
The dance music scenes off the wall corporate greed, people in positions of power who know nothing of the music, nor of the scene, but who have the money to do/destroy what they like, really gets to me sometimes.
But fuck it - watch me work.
Love my old mates, love my brothers, and my Mum & Dad beyond anything. And I love my Labrador Ziggy, and my cat Sam just as much.
And there aint nothing wrong with that.
(not a fan of the overbite though.)
