Just finished watching season three of Stranger Things because I’m hooked on this shit and can’t quit. All of the kids are growing up but are convinced they are grown up, and they’re fighting through the perils of relationships, let alone a giant fucking monster made up of melted bodies.
At SummerSlam, we’re getting Seth Rollins vs. Brock Lesnar in a rematch from WrestleMania 35. While the story will be Rollins wanting to get revenge for losing the Universal Championship at Extreme Rules via a Money in the Bank cash-in, I propose an alternative way to tell the narrative between these two rivals. Link: CagesideSeats
I watched Spider-Man: Far From Home this past weekend. Great movie, you should go out of your way to watch it. And not just because you’re 22 movies into the Marvel Cinematic Universe and might as well finish the cycle.
The last episode, I said, “People don’t come to your house wanting to be friends.” WRONG! Nick Wayne returned from the gym only to be greeted by The Welcome Wagon.
Nick Wayne can solve most of his problems easily. If he’s hungry, he eats. If he’s bored, he watches television. But what happens when he needs socialization? He talks, but who does he talk to without friends or family?
My sim needs work. Not sure if this is a black thing, but as soon as my life as a sim began, all I thought about was finding a job.
I was speaking with my personal trainer about my history with mental health and how depression gets misconstrued. I told him I walk into most of my training sessions in bad spirits, but lifting things and putting them back down magically snaps me out of it.
Nothing has happened recently that made me think about this other than going through old photos and laughing at how notorious of a liar I was as a child and teenager.