So, I’ve been fiddling with this LiveJournal thing. Working with the different formats, different colors. I like this one most. Until I learn url-talk, I’m stuck with other people’s designs, but this one is pretty cool.
Also, with the new job, I get a new look. A haircut (sorry, ladies). New clothes (I’m still wearing shit I wore three years ago). New glasses (as soon as that paycheck and health insurance comes through). New everything. Already got a new car, and I’m very happy with my new apartment, thank you very much.
New day. Move forward. Can’t stop moving. Can’t look back.
I’ve got a chance to re-define myself. Completely. From scratch. Good John, Bad John, Discordian John. None of that. Just me.
New everything. Now, all I need is a new lady in my life…
… don’t I?…
… nah. Not yet. But soon. I’m too focused on myself to be any good to anybody. Get myself in shape (going to the gym again). I’ve already lost a few pounds just by cutting out Coke. Water, water, everywhere, and all of it, I drink. It was so strange. I forgot how much I liked water, and how much I missed it. I didn’t even know how much I missed it, my blood was so thick with caffeinated carmel. After a month of no Coke (okay, very little Coke), I’ve lost six pounds. And everything about my body has changed. It works different. Better. Such a change. I have a new Enemies List. Coke is #2.
TV is still the Great Enemy. I don’t even miss watching West Wing anymore. I don’t miss TV at all. Whenever I go over to a friend’s house, they’ve got it on, and I hear its siren song, but it can’t lure me. I’ve seen its true face. Don’t even need wax to dodge her.
No TV. No Coke. Spartan. That’s my new middle name. John Spartan Wick. Hm. Demolition Man had a John Spartan. That’s too bad. Too bad for him. I’ll have to ask Trekhead to get me a good Greek nickname.
All right. Enough for tonight. Go turn off the TV.