A message to girls

You don't have to be awkward around a guy just because you don't like him anymore. Because honestly, it just makes them sad.

Motivation

Suddenly I feel so motivated to practice on the punching bag I have down stairs.

I thought it was bad before

You know that anticipating feeling you (used to) get on Christmas Eve? Or that feeling when you are trying to fall asleep the night before a really exciting day?

Those are nothing compared to the anticipation when your mission papers are at the church headquarters and your call still hasn't been issued.




Aaaaaaah.

Good news!

Well, the shrew has spoken! An anonymous girl (or extremely confused guy) has decided to leave this humdinger of a comment:

So glad jerks read my blog and feel compelled to look at it even though doing so might change their sexual preferences! So, for that lucky anonymous hermaphrodite, I make a promise:

I, Wyatt Russell Duclos, solemnly swear that I will do all that is in my power to upload as many pictures of me in my suit as I possibly can. This is a promise made in the understanding that doing so will eliminate trolls from trolling on my blog or cause such trolls to change their sexual preference (which is imagined to be a negative prospect). Most importantly, I intend to prove that pictures of me will not change the sexually preference of viewers (it will not change for women because I am so good looking and it will not change for men because, honestly, I am not that good looking).

I would also like to publicly tell whoever commented that that they are not forced to read my blog (and if they are they need to call the police because that is not a healthy thing to force someone to do). Seriously though, if you are reading my blog and being a jerk, just stop reading. I write this for myself, not for your needs and wants. I don't care what you want or don't want me to post. To quote a friend of mine, 

You should know: this is my blog.

Not yours. Not the kid-next-door's. Not my mom's.
I'm gonna post about whatever I want to post about.
The good, the bad, the ugly and all that jazz.
Don't like it? Don't read it.

So learn to either stop doing something you don't like doing anyway or learn to shut up because your trolling isn't wanted.

Just for you, you little sloop.

It'll work out

It always works out, no matter what you're going through. But just knowing that you will feel better soon won't make getting hit in the crotch hurt any less.

I just don't know what to do

I hate this guy. I really have never seen one thing I like about him. I want to not hate him, but I can't. I can't find one thing I like. I don't know what to do. Advice?

I guess I am just different?

I really don't feel like living through a certain date is that important. I feel like I am the only one. Or maybe I just don't have a high school level personality. I am just more mature or something. But keep in mind that you did live during 12/12/12 at 12:12:12 AM and PM, so did 6,973,738,433 other people. So congratulations. You participated in a world wide event of living for two limits by a human clock that are unusual because of the way the are numbered.