Yet Another Fuckin' Day in Paradise

It's been awhile. Well, it really hasn't, I tried to blog about a week ago, just as I watched episode 4 of Californication, but my computer crashed and I just happened to be pissed off enough not to write the thing again. It's fuckin' ironic though, you get a guy like me who is supposed to be a computer nerd slash geek slash genius (oh fuck off you guys at the back row!) and you get a computer crash. Well it happens, big deal.

But why now, why do I get this fuckin' urge to blog, or write, or lets be honest, just abuse the language of Shakespeare, that is not even my native one. Well I just get inspired by Californication. I tried to rave about how cool the show is, how awesome Duchovny is, yet this isn't the point. I just realized when I watch Duchovny's character, well it's pretty much like I'm watching myself. No kid, no bestseller and no illegal encounters with minors, but hey the same pretty much fucked up guy, who desperately tries to substitute reality with his own. Ah, ain't that cool? Trying to write something great about a show, and turn it and twist it around so that you can talk about yourself just as much as you want to. Well I haven't said I'm not ego-maniacal, cause frankly, well I'm just insanely narcissistic egocentric person.

And while we are on the subject, lets just talk about it more. Lately I've been bored like hell. When you get to live in Sofia, this ain't hard to achieve. It's been a fun summer, not doing much, just hanging around all day, soakin' up the sun, fuck I became sarcastic again, basically chillin', and suddenly summer abruptly ended. Everyone is back in town, traffic jams, crazy people, running around looking like they are about to shoot you, stress, high cortisol levels (:P) and shitty taxi drivers that you have to deal with (don't know why I brought that one up, but hey it's always good to talk trash about'em, it just never enough!). So what changed, well we got back the Geneva auto show in front of Chervilo again, oh god all mighty (I know, it's not good to mention the Lord's name in vain, but what the fuck, I'm not even a believer, so I can use it just as much as I want to, or need to, and I can combine with words like pussy, shit, fuck and nasty anal sex all in one sentence) ... By the way I just saw some guys in the back row leaving, they felt offended, just as I said earlier, just fuck off! ... (Ain't that cool? Feeling like you are a stand up comedian, and being able to tell guys who doesn't like you to fuck off, God it feels great to be egocentric asshole!) But back to the point. I was in one of those small inhuman transport vehicles today that have this incapable of translation to other language name of маршрутка, during rush hour, and everybody was crammed up inside, looking angry and trying to squeeze you like the last lemon for a cup of lemonade, and a woman sneezed, by pure reflex I just said "Bless you!" at which point I smiled to my own reaction, a very cute girl just turned around, saw me smiling, though that I'm smiling at her, and just smiled back. How cool was that? Tomorrow I'm smiling to everyone and saying "Hello". What's the worst that could happen?
Just don't answer that, you moron!
The worst is someone could think of me as of clinically insane, or creepy or I could just end up having a tree-some... ...again
..."Show Off!"...
...Hey fuck you, moron, don't hate me, buddy, hate the world! Either way it seems like everybody is just soooo fuckin' good at it anyway, it will just be natural for you all!

And because it is so good to talk about me, and to talk trash about taxi drivers, it just feels right to call them blood-suckin' idiotic chimps once in a while, without any apparent reason, like right now for example. So I was saying, or writing, or let's be honest, blogging about it, just because I don't have anyone to tell this shit to, I'm the worst possible neighbor you can get. I get up early afternoon, I get under the shower, but in the mean time I either wake up with blasting hard rock, or insanely loud minimal house, that I can't even hear while I'm under the shower, I get out of the house, most of the time forgetting the stereo on, I get back around 10 pm, eat, do a small shouting session with my family, watch a movie or a TV series in between 11pm and 1am, and start lifting weights, which on my tilled floor basically sounds like I'm doing major rearrangements in the apartment, oh and I forgot I do this for about a couple of hours while listening to hard rock tunes. When I finish around 4 am, I watch at least one more movie or TV series, or start working on something, and just go on to repeat the cycle the next day. And this is just on weekdays and when I'm not doing cardio, when I do that shit however, I either do rope jumping, or try to wake up the whole neighborhood by doing HIIT which causes major problems in 3 am. Sorry I didn't mean to, it really isn't my fault that I'm an egocentric son of a bitch who doesn't care about anyone else. And we finally come to weekends, when I come back early in the morning, drunk and/or drugged, try to be as quiet as possible (which basically means door slamming, loud music while I do the most dreadful thing in the world, sing along while drinking milk out of the box) or it could be better, get back at home with a couple of ladies and do some nasty shit with them, that I want the whole neighborhood to know about, yeah I know I'm braggin' now, but hey fuck off, if you don't like it, don't read it! I can be extremely graphic, I have stories man, I have, and I am planning on having even more. It is obvious I like writing, especially about myself.

I can go on and on, and on, and I'll do really, I'm just starting, life is good, it sux, but it is still nice and livable, and there are ladies in the streets, that look fantastic, or in other words "extremely hot", by the way thank you Chipev for that observation, if it wasn't for you to point it out, I never would have seen it. I have this theory about spring and autumn, but you know I don't want to go on and discuss it, who really cares if the sudden change in climate stimulates women's hormones, no one really! So I will not even bring the topic up.

Well that's been for tonight, or for the morning if I have to be entirely honest, which I am lately and just one last thing...

...Just hold off the sugar

Hungaroring thoughts

The Grand Prix is over now and I'm waiting for the statements of the drivers to be published, yet I can't seem to get the bitter taste out of my mouth. I'm a hardcore Ferrari fan and even though I knew beforehand that the cars of the Scuderia won't be competitive enough at this circuit, I am greatly disappointed of the results. Kimi is second and it was obvious that he was probably the quickest of the top finishing duo even though I have to say that Hamilton tends to become even more likeable in my eyes with every finish he makes. Yet my personal preferences are for Felipe and right now I am frustrated to say at least. I think the Scuderia screwed him up, not only yesterday, but today also, especially with the pointless pit-stop strategy. I know Baldisserri is famous, or should I say infamous, for his great strategic decisions, yet I still struggle to find the geniusness of the decision of starting with full fuel load at a circuit that has virtually no place where an overtake can be done. I just wonder what could have happened if they chose a 4 stop uber-aggressive strategy for Massa? Could it be a point or two, for the driver and for the team? Who knows. Anyway, Istanbul is coming in 3 weeks, tests are forbidden, and having in mind the technological advantage of McLaren's facilities, I think Ferrari will be pushed to the limit once again. By the way, Nick, Robert, Ralf and Heikki to some extend were all great today. I have to say they are the guys that should get the attention after this weekend of F1 madness.

Just a final though. Yesterday during the Qualify Stage I saw a sign saying "Schumi Come Back!" Well... ... please, just do it!

Moving to First Base

Well,

I've been trying to blog something new for quite some time, yet I just didn't feel like doing it in my other blog. After my previous posts that were entirely about computers and technical shit, it just didn't feel right discussing my phobias, manias, deviations, sexual desires or any other random freakiness in place where I discussed technology. Not that my discussion on technology are not freaky enough, don't get me wrong, I get so obsessed about anything that I'm even remotely interested in, yet it felt that the rest of my stuff (a.k.a. thoughts, discussions, views, etc) does not belong there.

So let's get to the point. What's up lately. I'm into bodybuilding a lot now. I would like to say that this replaced some of my other obsessions. yet it just became an addition to my already deformed state of mind about losing weight, eating right, and just feeling physically fit all-round.

I woke up this morning with the thought of getting and installing a cable bar in my room, and eventually even adding a stationary bar somewhere at the ceiling. Strange though indeed, especially if it is a wake-up one.

What else, well, I'm not too much into my current job, which is definitely a problem, but I've already became famous for dealing with such situations i.e. basically doing a job that should be done in 4 weeks in 4 hours, that is why I'm not freakin' out ... ...yet!

Actually what is the point of blogging, at all? I think I use it as a way of getting a visit to the shrink for free. Or more like having the idea that someone reads it, and takes interest in what I have to say. In other words, it is just another way to fulfill my need of attention. But, hey, there is nothing wrong with that, especially when you are narcissistic, egocentric megalomaniac. Better doing this, than running naked outside, side note, not that I wouldn't do that, I would, I just don't feel quite "cut" enough to be running naked outside, and I would just love to get all eyes on me, but to be able to see the awe in people's eyes :).

So let me cut it in a sentence or two. If you want to get giant Trapezius - upper, middle and lower fibers, you have to do either pull-ups, or at least as in my case rear pull-down on the cable-bar. And just push it as hard as you can on the dumbbell shrug and the Lateral Raise. It just works great on me. I just love it.