I'm speechless

Romeo and Juliet.
Antony and Cleopatra.
Joe and Marilyn.
Liz and Dick.
Brad and Jen (ya I said it!!!)

These are all romances I've set my dreams on. Loves that have lasted the test of time, and will endure into eternity. Every day that my heart felt empty, I looked to the love of these couples' shared affection and yearned for the day that I understood what they felt, lived, and embraced.  I'm Tim; that's who I am. To find someone with whom I could comprehend true love sends my heart so high into the atmosphere that I could support NASA single-handedly (topical!).

What does this all mean to you, my loyal blog-ettes?

I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYGOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes fans, I am getting married to my love, G. She, after me worrying about asking her for months, said YES!

I was so happy when she did, because as you all know, I want nothing more than to be a member of a marital unit like I would be with G. She makes the stars dim, the moon disappear and the sun look like a 25 watt bulb. Joining my life with hers is something I've always wanted, and is something that finally unites my peanut butter with her jelly.

I will be blogging the wedding process, because I need all of you to support me through these trying times.

Thanks so much for all your support!!!!! I can't breathe without you all.

This is my wedding, so blog me maybe,

Tim

Currently listening (crying) to "We Are Never Getting Back Together" by Taylor Swift

Timmy Twitterific

Muchachos, 

It's been a real grind lately, so much so that I decided to boil my long-form ruminations down into 140-characters of Tim. You'll still see the occasional blog post when I really feel like I need to whet my whistle but until then, enjoy a slightly more condensed me. 

http://www.twitter.com/kingflem

Staring at the sun though the moon is full,

Tim.

Currently listening to : "Lost Cause" - Beck

I'm sorry

To my fans and friends . . .

I have been absent from your eyes, minds and hearts for far too long now. It's been, well all I can say is that it's been a trying few weeks. I've been working REALLY hard, and it's taken time away from my ruminations on our lives, as ants marching along this freeway of mortality.

There is a reason for my dereliction of duty. The passing of a very important and magical musician, artist, athlete, and dear hero of mine has shattered the core of my being. It's been a wild, hazy winter in my life since one of my heroes fell into that good night. Of course, I speak of the tragic passing of Wayman Tisdale on May 15, 2009.

As a young lad aspiring to athletic success, I saw Wayman as a role model. Large, like myself, he seemed healthy and confident in his own skin, something I am always figuring out ( :-/ ). His music made me joyful, and his play on the ballcourts of the NBA whipped me into a frenzy. When he passed, my world seemed so finite - like nothing else slowed down except for my heartache. It was a rough patch for Tim.

However, I've rebounded; and would LOVE to let you all know I am here. Tim, for better or for worse.

Hugs and kisses,

Dreams and Wishes,

Tim

W.W.J.D.?

Is it weird if I overheard someone use the phrase "What Would Jesus Do?" and immediately thought of Matsuflex from Tool Academy? Is that bad?

Somebody Has A Case of the Mondays

So I roll into work today totally bummed out because it's baseball opening day and I had to miss all the games. I guess my boss picked up on the fact that my mind was elsewhere when he saw me checking my fantasy team and he got all cheesed off and said I needed to focus on my work. And I was like, "I am focused" and he was like, "Obviously you aren't Timmy." And then I was all "I'm sorry it won't happen again."

It felt terrible, having to stop looking at my squad just to appease my boss. In a perfect world I wouldn't need to relent to dumb idiots like my boss and I could watch my team whenever I wanted. I wish I could have stood up to him and said what was really on my mind. As soon as our conversation ended I felt upset and empty inside. I needed to get my mind off of what had just gone down so I put on my ipod and wondered what I should have said instead of backing down.

And that's when my ipod turned on and it hit me. An old classic began to play and I realized that I should have done exactly what this song was saying. The song is "Boss" by Rick Ross and it's message is to let people who stand in your way know that you are better than them and that you won't ever back down. I should have told my scrooge of a boss,

"I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far, Cause it just another day in the life of a goddamn boss...I'm a make it rain then I'm a make it back, You are just a lame lil homie that's a fact.

I think he would have respected me more if I would have respected myself, stood up to him, and echoed Rick Ross' message. Consider this a lesson learned.

Signed,

Timmy BOSS

Man-ifest

Bloggosphere,

Tim has something to say.  I have been blessed with an arm like a rocket and a cock like a Burmese python, but also with the brain of a fucking scientist.  It is with this knowledge that I let you all into a bit of my style, a bit of my allure, a bit of what makes Tim Great.

This is my Man-ifest; things all men should do to be cool.

1.  Tribal tattoos.  There can not be too many tats, or too many tribes represented on your ripped physique.  

2.  Beer drinking is obviously cool.  But Corona is the Tim way.

3.  Music should be hard, but with a soft side.  Like Tim.

4.  While driving, always lean to one side DRAMATICALLY.  It makes you feel you are in a Tupac "Picture Me Rollin'" video shoot all the time.

5.  Bros should always take precedence before hos.

The blog has spoken.  I thank you so much for partaking.

Love, kisses, dreams, wishes,

Tim

5...

5...

(wait for it...)

5...

(almost...)

5 DOLLAR FOOT LONNNNNNG!!!

I defy you to find a better deal in 2009 than Subway's Five Dollar Footlong. But, like all things in life, it comes with a hefty price. No no, not on your wallet. Hefty on your waistline. I thought I was well on my way to Tim Top Shape for 2009 until I realized my personal fav, the footlong tuna sub with all the works, has approximately 1100 calories! Ugh. I'm as steamed about this information as the veggies I'll steam tonight. 

Scared of the Scale,

Tim

Currently listening to : "Hungry like the Wolf" by Duran Duran

Grinding 101

Lunchtime everybody!

One thousand apologies for my absence of late; it seems I can only steal away a post or two when I'm not grinding. The perpetual grind got me to thinking of levels of grind, types of grind, and unfortunate consequences of The Grind. In the near future I will attempt to flush out these many species of grind in an effort to educate and alleviate. Because I believe the bottom-line of brilliance is brevity (alliteration suckas!!!), I'm only providing one breakdown per post. In this installment of Grinding 101, the phenomenon of Faux-Grinding:

This genus of grind is the distant cousin of the faux-hawk, a hair-style popularized by the one to whom my bedmate's mind drifts in moments of passion, David Beckham. (Sidenote: Often I practice my cockney accent in my broken mirrors.) The faux-hawker wants to shout to the world his rebellious and edgy nature. Unbeknownst to him or his hair, the world knows this is just a ruse; it's a cry for attention. In other words, the hairstyle is a facade to convey to others an alternate perception of self. 

Similarly, the faux-grinder is characterized by incessant chatter about the grind and audible sighs. The faux-grind is an attempt to impress others by calling attention to his situation or demanding boss. There's the rub: a true grinder does not talk about the grind because there isn't enough time! Besides, the true grinder does not wish to rehash the grind if only because he knows the grind is waiting in the darkness that accompanies the rising sun. In contrast, a faux-grinder sees himself as living a Catch-22: If he talks too much about the grind, no one believe his grind; if he talks not at all about his grind, then no knows of his grind. Be thankful his war is not your own, loyal bloggers.

Green tee lattes and taurine,

Tim

It's St. Patrick's Day!

Erin Go Bragh loyal readers!

Hey there friends!  St. Patrick's Day is one of my fave holidays (or holidaze - heehee).  But while most people think of it as a time to drink luscious coronas and wear a green ascot, I see something different.  I see today as a day to celebrate one of my most favoritest things in the world - rainbows.  Leprechauns are said to exist at the ends of them, but I think that that's where dreams live!  Gosh, I love St. Patty's Day!

Lovelorn and hoping for a rainbow of hugs,

Tim

Wet Blanket

I want to dispel a developing rumor about me right here and now:

I am NOT a wet blanket roommate.

True, often my general attitude on life is of a wallowing nature. That much I cannot deny. But I am not so envious of a boyfriend throwing his girlfriend a surprise party that I wish to darken the dance because I lack a dapper doppelganger. It really grinds my gears when harmless outbursts convey the opposite idea about my feelings.

You see, just yesterday, one of my roommates planned and pulled all the strings to throw his wonderful girlfriend a surprise party at her apartment. I really was excited for her; I mean, what a momentous moment in a young lass's life when her loving man goes out on a limb for her enjoyment! Anyways, I responded to his final e-mail with a quip along the lines of "I hope you get laid! Fingers crossed!" Longtime readers know that I have this star-crossed hope almost every day; it just usually applies to my own destiny. Unbeknownst to me, the girlfriend's older sister was on the thread, and she saw my exclamation. Now, everyone thinks I am the venerable turd in the punchbowl or fart in the middle of church: Out of place and rude. Now, I am that guy. 

Regretfully,

Tim

Thoughts

The sun is shining, but why do I feel like a crescent moon?

If I'm 6 Cornitas deep and feel fantastic, should I always start my day with a 6er of the small boys?

What if there is no light at the end of the rainbow/tunnel?

When the footprints in the sand are whisked away by the passing wave, does that mean they never existed?

Does updating my facebook status let me swim with, or against, the current?

There is so much to be learned from "Confession of a Teenage Drama Queen".

A hug a day keeps the whimpers away.

G + T = Wheeee!

The brain wanders the path of least resistance,

Tim

Star Light, Star Bright

About whom shall I Tweet tonight?

;)

Tim

Post B-Day Thoughts and Feelings

Hey gang, I was just sitting around the house thinking about how un-money (that's right, un-money, it's a word now. Look it up in Tim's dictionary of genius) my birthday was this year. It seems like my b-day always falls on a weekday and I don't get the full b-day experience. I feel cheated and un-used. That's why I've already started planning next year's bash. This will leave no doubt that my birthday will get the respect it deserves in 2010. 

So you are probably asking yourself, "What is Timmy's dream b-day?" Well, I'm glad you asked. I'd really like to get a bunch of my closest bro-bras and all take a trip to my favorite place in the whole wide world. No, it's not the beach on a sun drenched L.A. day. No, it's not the L.A. Coliseum when the mighty USC Trojans are dominating college football royalty such as the Washington State Cougars. 

It's actually a magical place on the east coast where few of you have probably been. It's easily the finest establishment in all of North America. It is a place where magic happens and where classy people go to find their soul mates and fall in love. This place is called... wait for it...

MERGE NIGHTCLUB in Seaside Heights, New Jersey. 

Merge is located on the Jersey shore and is easily the most exclusive nightclub east of the Mississippi. There is nothing better than dancing your pain away in the coolest club ever, to your favorite song of all-time ("Appreciate Me" by Amuka), and looking for love at the same time. There is no better place in the world to do so than Merge. The best nights of my life have come when I've visited there. The dancing, the girls, the cheese balls and steak sangwiches that are a short walk away. Where else would you rather be on Timmy's b-day in 2010? I'm already looking into renting a house for the weekend. There will be plenty of rooms and floor for everyone to stay.

So mark it down in your memory book for next year right now. Timmy's b-day bash at Merge/Best night of my life. Please come friends. And bring some ladies. Tell them to prepare for one night where truly anything is possible, dreams can come true, and a sort of zen-like awesomeness can be found. And tell them that uh... Timmy Sausage will be there.

Anxiously Awaiting 2010,

Timmy Sausage  

Tim's Tim-Top Favorite Things Wk. 1

G'd up from the feet up!

Many of you dropped by to inquire as to my favorite things. I'm flattered that you would pick my brain on such an important issue. Without a doubt, I have many. Too many, in fact, for even the world wide web to handle. That being said, I would like to introduce you all to a new weekly feature entitled "Tim's Tim-Top Favorite Things":

1) Replica jerseys (preferably non-American because Spain is super super sweet)

2) Nautical-themed pashmina afghans (BOOOOOOOOOM. Fashion.)

3) Full-sized body pillow (unless that special someone is within arm's reach ;) )

4) Corona cervezas (little umbrellas mandatory)

5) Mirrors (if only because I broke all three in my room)

Well, there you have it my favoritest fashionistas. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must slumber. Big night at Beaches tonight!

Red bulls and rockstars,

Tim

Lamentations from the Bad Luck Zone

Insomniacs internet-wide,

It is as if my heart is no longer the shape of two swans kissing, but of a question mark. My birthday lack of mirth has caused me to sink into an even deeper funk.

As all of you know, I take Facebook very seriously. I view wall postings as a sign of respect, admiration, friendship, and most of all, real, tangible love. However, I looked at my birthday postings, and realized that I only received 36 wall postings for my birthday. That's less than 10% of my FB friends (373 and counting)! What am I to make of this catastrophe? That less than 10% of my friends, nay, ACQUAINTANCES care for me the way I care for them?

All of this has thrown me for a loop. It makes me wonder if being 26 is just twice as worse as being 13. "13 going on 30" has a whole new meaning for me now. Like a lone raindrop struggling to get to the bottom of a window pane, a single tear resides on my rosy cheek. 26 is not . . . .

Cherish the Pain, Tim. It reminds you that you're alive.

Confused, sad, and wanting someone warm by my bedside (G),

Tim

PS I am SO cheesed about the Bachelor!!!!!!!

A Day Without Rain

Good evening,

I come to you from a darkened room with only the pitter-patter of raindrops, computer keys, and Enya accompanying my presence. I have also a mood candle illuminating my work; my work of seeking answers with you. 

I turned 26 yesterday, yet today I feel no different. But does that mean the world does not expect me to feel different? Like my roommates so often do, is the world waiting at the finish line or around the corner begging my life to accelerate? For every drop that explodes upon terra firma I wonder, "Is that just the hopes and dreams of another 26-year-old colliding with the world's expectations?" Is my raindrop different from the rest? Questions abound.

Water shows the hidden heart,

Tim

"You know how I know you're gay?"

"...You share your birthday with the lead singer of Coldplay!!"

I hope my roommates and/or G have something in store for me! We'll see...

Current mood : Smitten.

Twenty-six and counting,

T

Brilliance has a name(s)

My name is Daughtry, my band's name is Daughtry and you should check out my debut album, Daughtry.

1 2 3 4

...Sleepless, long nights that was what my youth was for.

Then pray tell, Ms. Feist, why I do spend my nights as a twenty-something pensively pondering?

Sweetheart, bitter heart,

Tim

Sent from my iPhone

Nostalgic for Alana

Hey all you faceless names out there on the intraweb,

This morning during my routine BM I was thumbing through one of my Playboys from the stack to the left of my toilet (to your right if you're looking at said porcelain). I got to noticing that it doesn't take a connoisseur such as myself to notice the differences between the centerfolds of the 80s, 90s, and today. And if you're like me, you miss days gone by. 

Take "The Girls Next Door" as an example. Really, they're just females with a fetish of playing photoshopped females. They're not real, and they certainly don't tickle Tim's fancy. Blah.

Now, if you take a gander at Alana Soares, Playmate for March 1983 (my birth month if you're curious!), she's a natural brunette; the archetypal girl next door. She's even from Redondo Beach and her biggest enemy is the scale! Me too! Where's my Alana? I hope you're out there!

Currently listening to : "Maneater" - Nelly Furtado

Mwah mwah,

Tim

Work, Work, Go Away

Working is such a drag, especially when you're feeling kinda down. Today I heard a heartwarming song, "Bubbly" by Cobie Callait (sp?). She talks about being loved in such a way that it just fills her up. It makes me wonder - how many fillups of love juice have I driven by on the highway of life?

Still waiting for a cuddler ;)

Tim

Current Mood : Inspired

I was a little bummed that my call for a slumber party went unheeded, but I suppose I posted my desire for spoonage too late into the evening. But oh well, my full-sized body pillow did the trick!

Anyways, I'm feeling very inspired after watching Oprah's True Hollywood Story. With her show, and her company HARPO (it's Oprah backwards, get it??), she has accomplished so much. Perhaps I will post a new weekly feature entitled "Tim's Favorite Things" in the near future. Full-sized body pillows have to be at the Tim top of that list!

Not even the combined power of Oprah, Gayle, and Dr. Phil could stop me today.

Currently listening to : "Waterfalls" - TLC

Bring it,

Tim

PS - Last night's invitation still stands!!

Problems!

Hey there loyal blogetts,

I'm very conflicted today. It seems as though my favoritest people in the world think that blogs are lame. I haven't told them about mine yet, but last night while watching Tivoed episodes of the Bachelor and Cold Case, they started that blogs were just for the birds. What am I supposed to do? Help me readers! How do I get them to accept me as I am: a sensitive guy who wants to express himself on the web?

Secondly, I have been feeling very empty lately; at night, my big bed is a little to big. This is a formal request for a cuddle buddy. Any girls out there that wanna spoon with me, maybe light a candle or two, and talk about our hearts, please let me know. I'll be sure to have a pillow and bearhug with your name on it!

Currently watching: Dawson's Creek, season 2

With arms wide open, Tim

Workin' for the weekend!

Here's lookin' atcha!

I've been grinding pretty solidly this week and haven't given a moment's thought to what club I'll be patronizing this weekend. What to do what to do??? It's up to you!!!

Partytime,

Tim

Bishop

My brother had a baby boy last month and named him Bishop. Both my brother and I attended Bishop Gorman High School during our "Wonder Years" (ROFL). My brother named his kid after the SAME high school we both went to.

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THE IRONY HERE!!???!!!


A proud uncle-in-training,
Tim

JLH

First off, I just want to apologize for my wallowing tone of late. It just really grinds my gears that "Ghost Whisperer" is getting cancelled while shows like "I love money" continue.

Anyways, in the course of reflecting I started thinking about what a gem Jennifer Love Hewitt is. I'm not good with words today so I'll let Chad do the heavy lifting for me:

Like a gift from the heavens,
it was easy to tell,
It was love from above,
that could save me from hell.
She had fire in her soul,
it was easy to see,
how the devil himself could be pulled out of me,
There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands,
And we sang

Only a poet such as Chad could adequately capture the essence that is JLH.

Currently listening to : "Barenaked" - JLH

Winky face,
Tim

Fearful

Hey there you blog-0-ramas,

First, check out the new quote up top.  It's such a wonderful moment from a great rom-com I saw recently, "27 Dresses".  I highly recommend it.  

Unfortunately, I have some terrible news to share with you.  It seems that there are "rumblings" in the inner circles of "Hollyweird" that my FAVORITE show "The Ghost Whisperer" is facing budget restraints.  How can they do that?!?!?!  

A show with that much cultural relevance cannot be pigeonholed, for there is too much at stake.  If that show fails, does that mean the terrorists have won?  I hope not, because that is a consequence I don't think I'm ready to live with.

Pray for me, the irrepressible Camryn Manheim and my soon to be gf JLH,

Currently listening to: "New Soul" - Yael Naim

Whispering softly,

Tim

Tim is NSFW

Current mood: Frustrated.

Currently listening to: Hinder.

Eastbound and Tim?

Hey gang,

Have you seen that new HBO show, Eastbound and Down? I caught the second episode with my roommates last night. It's about Kenny Powers - a self-destructive, washed-up ex-baseball super star that finds himself out of a pitching gig and teaching PE at his hometown junior high. He can't make ends meet so he lives with his brother and his young family. Hilarity ensues!

But I got to thinking, what can I do to avoid the life predicament that Kenny finds himself in? He's as cut out to teach PE as I am to sit at a desk on a 9-5. We were both meant to roam free; unimpeded by schedules, salary caps, or any other one of Man's Laws for that matter. While the world sees Tim driving a BMW, wearing nice khakis, using correct grammar, and drinking Coronas, Tim sees himself driving a 1988 Chevy Blazer in a cut-off and throwin' his MGD empties out the window. How do I equate the two? Sometimes I just need to stand up and shout out a reminder to the world that

I'M TIMMY GREEK!

Incorrigibly yours,

Tim

This was a really good idea

Check out green hat in the middle of the pack in this picture. He's the guy taking the bull's fury square to the sternum as some kind of display of manhood/skill. It was at this moment I decided that I wanted to forego interactive media planning and become a bull fighter.

I later downgraded my position to "Spain is really really sweet". Honestly though, my sternum hurts like this guy's probably does on a daily basis and I don't know why. If you know anything about unwarranted sternum pressure, please comment.

Chesty and concerned,
Tim

Living life to the fullest!

A great big HELLO!

What a glorious weekend.  The beach is calling, the beers are calling (hee hee)!  I think I may be in love with life!

Currently listening to : Lifehouse

Living strong,

Tim

sent from my iPhone

These ones aren't like the other...

First off, Happy Friday!

Now, you all know how I think Pete Wentz is a colossal doucheasaurus (loser!). But such feelings don't necessarily extend to the entire Emo proper. Take Good Charlotte for example. Not only did they rock Madden 03 like Yianni at the Acropolis, they rock with a purpose. From CNN.com:

Congolese rock band spreads message of peace
The mineral coltan is a key element in cell phones, computers and other electronics. Unfortunately, it's also a key ingredient in the conflict in eastern Congo. And as Zain Verjee reports, the rock band Good Charlotte is trying to spread the word and stop the bloodshed.

Isn't that awesome? It’s good to know that some rockers don't have an ice box where their heart used to be. Surely, GC has hearts of conflict-free diamonds.

Peace and Love,
Tim

Of Lemons and Lubricants

Laying in bed as the rain pitter-patter, pitter-patters against my sliding glass door, I have an emotional revelation. Though my heart is palpitating slowly with sorrow and my tear ducts seem egged on by nature's incessant weeping, the heat between my loins is so unbearable that I cannot help but yearn for immediate satisfaction. How often does your subconscious hand you a lemon AND an emotional juicer? My coworkers have been urging me to be more positive and enterprising with my energy, instead of wasting it wallowing - one of my friends actually called me "Wallow" the other day.

I read somewhere that using water-based lubricants actually increases your stamina.

Boom. Lemonade.

Discreetly,
Tim

Pete Wentz

Seriously?


Simply,
Tim

Let's get physical, physical

Good morning,

I'm feeling great today; endorphin levels running high. Why's that? I took another step toward accomplishing my New Year's Resolution of getting back in tip top Tim shape. 

Usually, I roll out of bed and into the office. Not today. I woke up extra early, pulled up my Inter Milan replica socks (Nerazzurri!!!), and drove to the beach to pound some sand. Nothing like a morning jog with your favorite tunes and some beautiful scenery ;) 

Starry eyed surprises,

Tim

Sing-song

I was driving today and felt very stressed.  Even though I started the day off super, sometimes the rat race just eats me up inside; I feel as if I'm going nowhere.  That is, until, I start singing.  When I let my pipes wail, the world opens up, and all the joy and sunshine on this lovely lump of dirt and water just spreads for my voice alone.  I recommend that you all sing to yourself at least two hours a day, just to let your voice be heard!!!

Currently listening to: "Saved by Zero" - the Fixx

"Love Song" - Sara Bareilles

"What About Now?" - Daughtry

PS I changed my prof. pic.  Enjoy!!!!!!

Melodically yours,

Tim

Realization

Hey loyal readers,

At work we listen to a soft rock station, and it's just great. So many classic songs and artists, but today during the 10 o'clock hour they did a block of songs by an artist I'd never really given earspace to. After hearing "Love is a Battlefield", "Hell is for Children" and the ALL-TIME CLASSIC "We Belong", I came to the realization that I am a Pat Benatar fan. She's just so powerful with her music, and it inspired me to have a super-productive day!

On a darker note, I stubbed my toe this morning getting out of a refreshing shower. I've done that so many times, but it seems to smart more and more! It's so ironic that our toes, which are stubs, get stubbed, isn't it? Just another thought going through my brain-space.

Bearhug to all I love,
Tim

The 5 people you meet in heaven

It took me 25 years to find someone with depth. Real depth. It's a travesty I found that person thousands of miles from me.

Of the five I'll meet in heaven, I've already met one.


Mitch Albom, eat your heart out.


Whistfully,
Tim

A haiku for you

Walking in the rain

Footsteps vanish behind me

Where am I going?

Salutations,

Tim

Great news

I ate the best quesadilla (or three!) in the world tonight! Sometimes it's the little things.

On another note, don't forget that today was National Human Spirit Day, a holiday invented to boost the morale of everybody everywhere through just being a swell person. There's still time! Also, tomorrow is very important to me, as it is (was) national Pluto day. But seeing as how my beloved astronomers don't regard it as a planet anymore, we can only look out into space and dream of its beauty as a giant star. Sometimes I wish I could go to Pluto, just once, but I'm ok with gazing at the beautiful night sky through my telescope.

Moonbeams,
Timmy

Genius has a face...

A denial of destiny?

Universe,

I found myself wondering what it is that is different between Matthew Stafford and myself, Timmy Gridiron. What quirk of fate denied my manifest destiny such that Mel Kiper, Jr. would not know my name?

Did Stafford and Leinert turn left as I turned right?

Anyone who has stepped into my bedroom will observe that it is a venerable Big 5; my own sporting goods store with a bed. I always dominated Greek Week with my fleet feet and sure hands; didn't St. Pete (Carroll, of course) notice? Sigh.

Lamentfully yours,
Tim

Questions, questions

Hey everybody,

It's Tim again, and I'm just as pensive as earlier. See, this weekend I saw that Tommy got eliminated on Tool Academy because he failed to be romantic and stand up for his girl when confronted. If a guy like him can fall, can't we all? Is nothing sacred in this world besides true love? Tool academy has taught me so much about how guys act with their girls, and it just makes me think of how I act sometimes when I'm out clubbing. I hope I'm not the next member of Tool Academy.

Upside down smiley face,
Tim

Current mood: Pensive

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.

'Til lunch,

Tim

Insomnia

Hey all,

I couldn't sleep. Too much seems to be going on. It makes me wonder: are we the tuna, or the net?

Drifting into dreamland,
Tim

English, why do you confuse me so?

Today, my boss was unhappy with the quality of my grammar. I always fancied myself a natural James Joyce when it came to literary prose. 

But then I got to thinking, "Is it really my fault? Or is it the language's fault for being so complicated?" I think it's the latter. 

Some examples:

- The plural of foot is feet, but the plural of boot is boots.

- Your nose can run but your feet can smell.

- "Inaction" and "in action" are opposites.

Grrrr!!

Am I wrong to feel overwhelmed? I would say that I feel whelmed, but that's just not a word, now is it?

Hook 'em Horns (-2.5) against the Aggies,

Tim

Grand Opening

First, an invocation, from one of my favorite bands:

"I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be"

"Rockstar" - Nickleback

Hey all,

My name is Tim, and for those of you that know me I won't need to include my last name, and for those of you that don't, welcome to my heart.

This blog is a chance for me to pour out my deepest thoughts and emotional shrieks, as I feel that they remain bottled inside for too long and then explode all over everybody in the messiest way possible - tears, sadness and longing for something more. I am fighting a battle against all those things, and would like to welcome you to my journey.

Hugs and kisses,
Tim

Thanks for reading!!!