Her Diary
Tonight, I thought Roc was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Continue reading
I want you to know that someone out there cares. Not me, but someone.
Evolution is a natural process. Our lives change and we either grow or die. Stagnation is not something I believe in. I’ve been working on some things – some EVE related, a few not. Hopefully they will materialize over the coming weeks and you’ll all get to be a part of my vision. I’m hoping it will be something we can grow together. Continue reading
by Jack Carrigan
Exhaustion swept over me, as did the acrid smell of burning tobacco and stale beer as I stepped through the door of The Black Hole. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, and it had taken me a while to find the place. Coming down from the capsuleer levels of the station always made for an interesting adventure. Most people could care less, some were overly friendly in an obvious attempt to get me to spend ISK on their wares, and others were just overtly hostile. Continue reading
The second decade of EVE Online is something everyone appears excited about. At Fanfest, the dev team was ecstatic to reveal their direction for the next few expansions and the player audience responded with thunderous applause at the concept of player built jump gates.
Everyone except me.
Weight loss is tough. Period. And it’s complicated at first, and discouraging. What to eat, when to eat, how much to eat. Anyone who has ever tried to improve their diet for the sake of losing weight knows it’s not easy. Continue reading
I downed my whiskey and ordered up another one from the bartender. He looked at me hesitantly for a moment, until I growled, at which point he refilled my glass. I had been at the Black Hole for the better part of the day, drowning my sorrows. They say alcohol doesn’t solve problems. It doesn’t not solve them either.
You should’ve just listened to ol’ Roc. No money for gym? Don’t care. No self-confidence to be able to do exercises? Doesn’t matter. No time in your busy schedule? Uh huh. I’ve shot down every one of these excuses, and many more, over the years. If you’re still making excuses and don’t want to believe in what I say, or the results I’ve demonstrated are possible, then listen to the hard facts of science. Or better yet, get off your ass and prove me wrong. Continue reading
“You won’t post it. It’s not healthy.” she said. I immediately thought back to things like the Stuffed Camel recipe. That wasn’t exactly healthy either, but what a night that turned out to be.
“It doesn’t always have to be about good health. Some people enjoy cheat meals.” I replied.
“Not you. You’re too disciplined for that.” she rebutted without hesitation. She was right. Discipline was definitely the facade I maintained to others. The truth was fear. I knew that if I indulged even once that my willpower would cave and I would eat everything in sight. I had convinced my brain ages ago it was simply easier to not indulge at all.
“It’s a nice looking cobbler. They’ll thank you for it.” I smirked, knowing she hated any type of spotlight whatsoever.
“We’ll see.” she smirked back, a slight smolder in her eyes.
Closure can be defined as that moment when you no longer want the other party to eat shit and die.
ROC'S RAMBLINGS 