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I sat quietly for nearly 5 years already. The Chicago Bears seem to have no interest whatsoever with being competitive, SO — I’m boycotting my Bears.
I’m not rocking the colors, I’m not watching the games, I’m not buying any merchandise, and I’m not even going to speak favorably about them being ‘my team.’
As far as I’m concerned, f*ck them and the whole league. Well… maybe not the whole league.
I ate octopus on Thursday. I danced into the night in the Vegas heat on Friday at Chateau. On Saturday I actually went into the main pool at Rehab Las Vegas and enjoyed myself.
I didn’t say this list would be reasonable, affordable or modest. It was, however fun to put together. Seriously, I’m not a materialistic cat so don’t take this shit to heart. I’m just having fun with you.
Dad made a point of living with purpose; to live for happiness. As tribute to him, I’m happy to oblige.
Though I Jedi-mind-fucked myself to believe that ALL clothes were built small before, I’ve getting somewhat of a vindication of those feelings now.
75 pounds was supposed to mean a new WWE Championship Belt for my reward. As much as I am a sucker for the 20 pounds of gold around my waist, what’s the point of having a belt if your pants won’t stay up?