Basically I'm complicated
I have a hard time taking the easy way
I wouldn't call it schizophrenia
But I'll be at least 2 people today
It's deep how you can be so shallow
And I'm afraid cause I have no fear
And I didn't believe in magic
Until I watched you disappear
You see, everybody is somebody
But nobody wants to be themselves
and If I ever wanted to understand me
I'll have to talk to someone else
And I can go on and on and on... but who cares?
ya boy Yevgeniy used to do Kung Fu when he was younger, right before I found lacrosse and converted. there might be a video of me and young christ having a kung fu battle back from high school somewhere. el capitan may have it in the archives, be on the look out
moments like these remind me why I've been exclusivly rockin Adidas on my feets since high school.... well at least almost exclusivly (nike cleats and some aldo dress shoes... got to)
I want to be at that party for reals new years resolution 09... only rock adidas
I posted this a long ass time ago during the lympics I think, this version is more sweet. still pretty old
nike futbol commercials stay winning, this is a fact. nike commercials in general
instance
in this day in age it’s very rare to see someone play a sport with all their heart. paychecks and endorsements have gotten in the way of what really matters. sometimes I wonder if a pro's past self, perhaps their high school or even college self would be able to go to the future and visit themselves. I bet there would be a lot of ass kicking reality checks. it’s ridiculous how anyone can get paid soo much for doing something they should be willing to do for free. not hatin, professional athletes are in fact gods to some and almost every young boy wants to become one when they grow up. but sometimes it is a damn shame.
on another note, what would it actually take for futbol (soccer) to get big in the US? bringing in the biggest name in the game didn't work (twice). I figure anything the US isn't dominant in, they don't fuck with
man, today at work I was coolin, just doin my thang... which isn't much cause I hate working at the meat market (no homo). anyway, it was after lunch right, so you know theres a good chance of 2 in the forecast. so I feel like its about time, walk my happy ass to the front, get to the bathroom and its busy. at that point I was at threat level yellow so I wasn't worried about it. told myself I'll come back in a few minutes. no big deal. so about 10 or 15 go by, I decide to try again. walk to the front, same song. still not worried but in a moment of sheer "not-giving-a-fuck-ness" I decide to just leave work to take a 2. I go get my blue adidas track coat (Armenia what up?), don't tell anyone I'm leaving and drive home. do my thang, talk to the dog for a minute, drive back. its like 2:40 when I get back.... I worked til 3.
not men
in related news, my parents, brother and sister in law are still struggling to teach my nephew how to 2 in the toilet. they are failing. should just show him this
notice the universal sign for 2 at the end also japan is nuts
bad spelling, not givin a fuck, livin a hip hop lifestyle, bein gully, losing with a sprinkle of winning. boogiein on random skeezers tryin to find "the one", blackin out with the homies. i AM Yevgeniy. undaunting optimism has turned to cynical depression, i'm a casuality of my surroundings
