2024: Hella Junk or Slam Dunk?

Another new year is upon us

The gyms are crowded with acne-riddled teens from TikTok

Many New Year promises that will never be fulfilled are being made as we speak

Various hoes still recovering from getting rawdogged in the Miami clubs

Wonderful times upon us all surely

If we ignore multiple money wars being waged outside the sweet little soft Western world, this really is a special time

Lots of expectations for everyone when January rolls around

I gotta do this, gotta do that, gotta fuck this bitch, gotta get XY cash

I’m getting older and older and closer to death with every day

And something I recently learned (or remembered) is that expectations are a great tool of Satan

When you start being entitled and you’re sure you gotta get this, that and the third.. not only you won’t get SHIT you will also get SHIT

And SHIT ON

It’s true

One should endeavor to work hard and facilitate change

But keep your fucking mouth shut and take it easy

I’m not just busting your balls, it’s relevant to me too

Work hard, be a good person, swim through the spikes that shred your testicles, and eventually you will reap the fruits of your labor

Hopefully

That’s it really

Thanks for reading

Fuck you ❤

Fuckery, Discontent, Gratitude

Well, it’s that time again

Life finally gave me enough shitty stimuli for me to write again

Life is swell

Money is slowly stacked

I got new window shades

I make roastbeef dishes that are absolutely delightful

All the stuff that makes up for my inability to take decent chunks of shit without burning up like a scorched Afghan corpse

Since everything is on the up, I’ve been thinking.. what’s the next move? What would make me happier?

I could juice up to 220 lbs maybe?

Get a new place?

Become a G Manifesto bootleg copy with suit swoops?

I don’t fucking know, I just don’t want to be content that much I’m certain

We men are never truly satisfied, when we’re satisfied we lose our flame, our mojo, OUR BALLS

Even when God sends morally questionable hot adult teens into my life which I always ask for.. I get excited and then it’s.. just another slice of life to handle…

Business plays and parlor tricks, yada yada.. routine bullshit

I say I wanna challenge myself in the career field, I find hardass clientele that busts balls.. I get it as ordered.. And it’s like.. a nuisance.. not even a trouble.. just something you wanna move past on a checklist

What if getting my custom-made Italian suit- wandering the high-end district-Met Gala- Egyptian silk sheet threesome fantasies will disappoint just as much?

Does anything material and physical in this life besides mortal combat ever make you whole?

Besides the worship of God, everything is futile

I feel like King Solomon

Everything is so dull

The medicine to such nihilism boils down to:

  1. Keep good company
  2. Meet interesting people, find muse and inspiration in your fans and critics alike
  3. Kiss beautiful women
  4. Thank God
  5. Thank GOD

Just keep the gratitude train rolling

Because somewhere is a one-nutted motherfucker that is praying nightly to have your life as is even if it’s subjectively SHIT

I will keep wearing decent to extravagant clothing, I will keep annoying hot girls that have world-class ass (hello if you’re reading this you sexy bitch ❤️), I will continue to maintain the Stones are better than the shitty Beatles, I will not eat bugs, I will stay hot and manifest good vibes, I WILL GET A GOOD NIGHT’S REST!

Hopefully, I will continue to have more subjects to write about soon and a nice sloppy blowjob to accompany the typing

The new WordPress editor is cancer

Xoxo,
Restless Stud