I feel much better whenever I accomplish something I previously saw too hard to accomplish than when I ask for help to accomplish the task.

I have yet to realize I'm alone in my opposition of television and of the radio.

I'm getting tired of a person asking me if I "need" help.

The only complaint I can think of another person possibly having for me is that I'm TOO awesome.

Living Life

A person sometimes uses the term "living life".  This seems redundant.  Can one live anything beside life?

I implore a person to look beyond my wheelchair and my disability to see I'm an exceptionally hard-worker who's working towards running again.

I'd rather have somebody tell me I smell bad, so I can address the issue rather than unknowingly go on living with an undesirable odor.

The verdict's still out on whether or not I have a good memory.

One might suppose with the amount women enjoy talking to one another, a woman would develop a surreal ability to listen. This phenemenon of a surreal listenning ability by women does not occur, in reality.

My silence represents my general disinterest in having a conversation with you, not an oppurtunity to verbally attack me.

I think the maker of the movie "Big" should come out with a sequel to the original "Big" in which Tom Hanks' character doesn't know he himself is a little boy. (BTW, this doesn't make any sense. At least I don't think so. In the case that this idea makes sense means Ihave an incomplete understanding of the human psyche.)

Germany (Not Krauts) Wins the World Cup!

I've really matured since I've come out of my coma.  One can observe my maturation process by reading every one of my blog entries since the first entry I made after my accident.  After Italy beat Germany in the EUFA cup championship, I posted an entry on here that read "Krauts Go Down!"  Apparently, my brain hadn't matured enough to recognize the offensiveness of the term "Kraut".  I actually have some Germany ancestry.  I just identify with my Italian ancestry more than my German ancestry.  Hopefully, I now offend less people, but I hope that when I offend people I do it using more intellect than I did early on in my recovery.

Most people don't fully grasp the art I employ when I cook my chicken wings. I don't want to over-cook them so they taste like shit, and I don't want to under-cook them, thus administering E. coli poisoning to people.

Usually, the amount of deep subtance found in a person's speech has an inverse correlation with the amount that person speaks. This doesn't apply to everyone. A person sometimes talks a lot, but that person actually has a lot of cool information to share. One of my friends likes to talk, she's very funny, she's very smart, and I actually enjoy talking to her, in part, because she brings out the best in me (in my ability to make fun of people.).

I really value my relationships with people, but I have a relatively negative view on society.

Why do I expect somebody to do something for me when he or she says he or she will do the said thing for me?

A good way for me to respect you is to tell me you'll do something nice for me, and then actually do it.

One Man, One Napkin

I want to put on a performance piece about my experiences with a napkin.

The Circle of Life Omelette

I order a "buffalo chicken omelette" from a restaraunt near my beach house.  When I break it down, I realize this is a pretty twisted concept for a food item.  The restaraunt basically wraps the muscles of dead animals with undeveloped fetuses of unborn animals.

"Koobly Double-take"

I've always had an interest in observing animal behavior.  These days, I primarily observe the nonsensical behavior of Fluffin.  What makes her so alert about the chirp of a distant bird?  When she hears a bird chirp she runs over to a window to try to look at the bird, as if she can jump out of the shut window to chase the bird.  She's notorious for doing this "double-take" when she actually sees a bird in the backyard.  She seems so alert when she does this.  I find animal behavior so interesting because animal behavior rarely ever has any rationale.  Maybe just Fluffin's behavior rarely ever has any rationale.

My friend has a dad who's retired who brings home the literal bacon.

I sometimes wonder how the subject of Rick Astley's infamous Never Gonna Give You Up song feels about that song.

My desire to put powder in my socks inversely correlates with my desire to present powder on my clothes to the public. I have a very hard time navigating these desires.

No one can compete with my olfactory sense.

With everything a person says to me, I look for an oppurtunity to make fun of that person.

I hate the excessive laziness that pervades society.