about

aboot (for all my canadian homies)

the beginning
I don't really know what is possessing me to share such intimate details of my life on the web. If anyone who knows me comes across this site its going to make for an interesting discussion.

So I work for a large software company located in the Seattle area. You've probably heard of us, but I won't confirm who it is.

I'm generally pretty open about myself. I also consider myself open minded and well spoken. I am however strongly opinionated, and they are well thought out. I can defend them, but I do consider criticism of them honestly. I have on occasion changed my opinion when given a good reason to. To put the widest possible label on my opinions I am a laissez-faire capitalist with a belief in really really small government.

So that's me in a nutshell. Crazy gun-toting libertarian capitalist engineer.

personal plans for yuppiehood
In addition to buying nice stuff, I've decided to also become a body nazi. But the nice kind, not the kind that sits there looking cut while telling you that you should start every day with ten thousand sit ups.

I've always beent the fat kid. Ever since I was growing up. If there is one thing I have learned in my life it is that no one makes cool clothes for fat guys. I'm in danger of really ballooning. It's happened to a lot of folks in my family. Or I can show some discipline and really fight back and get ripped. That's an easy decision to make. Its a hard one to follow through on.

That is why the pornographic details begin here. Nine weeks ago I weighed 209 and had a lot of flab. Now I weigh 201 and have put on a lot of muscle, the ratio is improving. By the way, no one believes I weigh 200 pounds when I tell them. I've got a large frame for a guy who is 5'8". That's why I think it'll be good to target somewhere in the 180s as a goal.

I will have the ultimate abs

costly thy habit as thy purse can buy
so after the body nazi thing pans out the clothes shopping will begin. no more picking out the coolest thing on the rack only to get ti in the dressing room and see my man tits ruining the way it hangs. next step pecs.

contact
mail my lame ass

canadia. will you ever acknowledge that I'm being rude?
some of my best friends are canadian.