Pass

You can't pass on passion, and it isn't all that rare.  Whilst sitting on my old creaky computer chair in front of my big new PC I thought, I am thinking, I will think, wtf is my passion?  What will DRIVE me to embrace a passion?  Where will I find it.  Now let me tell you a little something friend, I am an idiot, an asshole.  I would not know a good thing if it could fit it's ankles behind it's head and tell a funny joke.  But then, as soft as a whisper from the trees a mile away, and only partially drowned out from the comforting voice of the man from the television, I reallized that passion exists within each of us, different passions, the way it should be.  But we are all pussies, and drown out our goals because we have traded passionate risk for safety.  What is safety if we are all married to fleshy meat sacks that are not long for this world?

This is my usual garbage, but it can hopefully be interpreted and used.

I need to get in better shape and play basketball again.

I need to find out if writing a screenplay is really what I want to do or a comfortable answer to an awkward question.  This will be brutal, there will be bloody milkshake.

On a lighter note, I got the Juicer in the mail today that I bought on amazon, I juiced a lot of apples, I need a collander (sp?).   the other juice was 1x pineapple + 1x Supermarket "Case" of Strawberries + 2x Oranges. .... . it was awesome.  It's like 7-8 dollars to put the second juice together.  Juicing is such a novel idea, welcome to the future.