Nubs Across America

Do you ever wish that you were missing a limb? I do sometimes. I mean, think about it. It's the ultimate trump card. Every time some friend starts to cry on your shoulder you can just explain that you would put your arm around them for comfort if, you know, you had one. No matter how hard they think their stuff is, you can feel free to remind them of how difficult it was to have no choice but to learn to write with your left.

Pork sandwich

Life's hard. Everyday, it's just wake up, go to work, and whatever happens in between work and going to sleep just to start it all over again. And then there's all the little stuff. You might have problems with your girlfriend, an illness, money troubles, or an insufferable family life. It's hard for me atleast. But none of it: my weight, my love life, lack of of drive, or general self loathing; none of it compares to the fact that everyday there is something, some little reminder of the fact that I don't know kung-fu.

Something about a forest and.. some trees?

My first attempt at blogging failed. I just spent the better part of an hour writing about how upset i am about something or another just to have the whole thing taken away with just the click of a button. It's all just a big cruel joke.

Anyway, hi. My name is Hunter. Welcome to my blog.