I get it. You’re self-concious. I understand, but you have no reason to be. All I was gonna say is don’t suck in your stomach so much. It makes you look nervous and, frankly, a little constipated.

Water Serpents II ~ Gustav Klimt


Water Serpents II ~ Gustav Klimt

Thinking of taking the GRE and the GRE subject test by the end of October. 

And thinking of doing a jiu-jitsu competition in October as well. Even though I only train like twice a week lately due to my work schedule. And it’s hard to practice jiu-jitsu by myself at the gym.

This will add a lot onto my plate, as I already have at least six hours a day of personal training clients, I’m up at 4:30am most mornings and go to bed around midnight, volunteering at the hospital, and am dating a guy I actually like (dating takes time as well). I find it hard to balance everything as it is, so this just seems irrational for me to add more on top of my plate.

But my post graduate existential crisis has left me feeling like a piece of shit. I feel the need to make something of myself, but more importantly take steps forward.

A message from thewij
Ok so in response to your tattoo post: at my gym we call the smaller guys who beat bigger guys "giant slayers" so in keeping with your URL I immediately pictured like an american-traditional style tat centered around a slingshot? (a la david and goliath?) with "giant slayer" in scroll work around it, with some cool am-trad flourishes like boxing gloves or blood drops and etc

OMG that sounds badass. And the giant slayer has to be in the Slayer band font. Brilliant answer.


If you had to suggest a tattoo for me based on what you know of me from my blog, what would it be?
Swing Life Away
Rise Against


Swing Life Away by Rise Against (2004)

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand