Caps Lock BLAH

Damn, am I tired.

I'm now at the point in my cold where I dunno if the fatigue is from the illness or from laying on my ass for the past week.

It could also be because I'm weaning myself from the big C (caffeine).  Partially because of the cold.  Partially just because.

Either way, a nap is nigh.

Happy New Year.

Later.

-Justin

Something Outside..or Something...

My job is having a "Biggest Loser" competition starting New Year's Day.

So I signed up.

Maybe this will provide the fire I need under my ass.  Having to answer to someone other than myself.

Yes, I know I need to get out of that habit and start finding ways to fulfill wants without external deadlines.  But until I figure that out, this will work.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm perusing iTunes and buying a few songs to put on a new Workout Playlist.

Perro Sexivo 2.0.  This time it's personal...and mas sexy...

Later.
-Justin

Positive Thoughts...

So.

I have a thing for buying Robert Graham shirts on eBay.

They're colorful and fun and great for performing.

However, I haven't worn any of mine to perform since the Clinton Administration.

Partially because I haven't performed in two months (super hard semester).  Partially because when I have been performing, it's been hot as heck out and I don't want pit stains onstage.  And partially because I haven't been feeling colorful and fun.

And also they're starting to get a bit small.

I found one on eBay that I really like.  And I can afford it with my Christmas money.  It's 3X, so it's a size up.

But I'm gonna skip out on it.

It won't fit by this time next year.

It's gonna be far too loose.

Because I'm gonna finally kick this habit and get back on track, dammit.


Sometime next week I'm gonna use some of my Christmas cash to have a "completely new" day.  Massage, shower, clean sheets.  Just start fresh.

And I'm gonna get back to the gym and get back on my diet and all that good stuff.

By the end of 2011 I'm gonna be the sexiest bitch I've ever been.  Dammit.

Later.
-Justin

Dammit.

Okay.  Worst snowstorm in 30 years + cold + gout flareup = no workout today.

FML.

When I recover, I WILL go to the gym.

Because I hate feeling this way.

Until then, plenty of bed rest and water.

Later.
-Justin

P.S.-Here's my choice for Album of the Year 2010.  Check it out.

So...

My Thursday/Friday one-two punch fell through.

So I postponed them to next week.  Monday to be exact.

And I have a free personal training session coming up.  So somebody else can kick my ass for me.

Until then, retail sales all week.

Somebody help me.


BTW, my grades finally came in.  A- in Acting, A- in Voice, A- in Screenwriting, and an A in Intro to Digital Filmmaking.  3.775 GPA!  I'm very happy.  And I'm fishing for compliments.  So compliment me. :)

Later.
-Justin

Now I wish I'd brought my sweatpants

I'm halfway through finals for the semester.  It's Christmas time in retail.  Other crap going on.  I'm emotional.

Call it Man PMS.

Traffic's gonna be a booger getting home.  If I had brought my sweatpants, I could have gone to the gym near school and worked out a lot of this.

But, alas, I didn't.

Is there such a thing as healthy comfort food?  If so, where can I find it?

Later.
-Justin

Check it out.

The Orchid with the Petals of Velvet

Next week...

Finals are gonna FINALLY be over next week.  I wouldn't necessarily say this was my hardest semester, but it's one that's required the most work so far.

Three papers all due Thursday.  Granted, they're only 1 1/2 pages each, but they're still papers.  And all for the same class.

Three other finals due Thursday, too.  I have to do my Acting performance twice (Y-chromosome shortage led to some of us having to double up), and have to turn in my Filmmaking final (It's a thing of beauty).

Then next Friday I have to watch Amistad and do a three-page paper on it that's due next Tuesday.  Then I'm DONE!

I already have my plans set in place for the rest of the week.

I'm going back to the gym the following Thursday.  Total complete whole body workout annihilation.  Cardio, weights, ass-kicking, the whole nine.  Most likely 2-hours total.

Then I'll spend Friday recovering, asking myself how I could be so stupid as to do everything I did on Thursday.  And I'll do it while watching Video Nasties: The Definitive Guide.  7 1/2 hours of trailers for every single movie that made the DPP Video Nasty list (look it up on Wikipedia.  It's fascinating).  And then a 70-something minute documentary about the whole Nasty era.

I can't think of a better way to end the semester.  Can you?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to work.

Later.

-Justin

Okay...Let's See...

Past couple weeks have been stressful.  It's taken its toll on me mentally and physically.

Shot my video project, which had its own share of headaches.  Plus editing it.  On Thanksgiving Day.

Preparing for Black Friday.

Black Friday.  Where I spent 11 hours on my feet with only a fifteen minute break.  Ended up limping by the end of the night because I had a gout flareup.

Black Saturday.  8 1/2 hours, but this time I got a lunch break.

By the time I got home Saturday night, my gout was in full force.  Didn't get to sleep until 3 am only to wake up at 7 and realize that I was in too poor shape to come in to work.  Ended up sleeping, like, 16 hours straight recovering.

Not to mention I was pukey and developed a cold sore that made me feel like the Elephant Man.  Obviously a product of the stress.

And then yesterday I had to finish a 10-12 page screenplay treatment...by writing eight pages of it.  With my back locked up and achy.

So, no.  I did not get a chance to go to the gym.

And I don't think I'll be able to until after the 9th, when the last of my finals is due (I think).

But once the semester is over, I'm gonna spend a Friday just decompressing.  I even ordered a copy of Video Nasties: The Definitive Guide for the occasion.  7 1/2 hours of trailers for every single Video Nasty.

Then I'm getting back at it.

Dammit.

As for my treatment...it's not just perfect.  It's divine.  That and Misery's Child...those are the only two divine things ever in this world!

Okay.  Lemme drink this Monster Absolute Zero and prepare for class #1.

Later.

-Justin

Apologizing in Advance

I promised myself I'd go to the gym six times in two weeks.

My schedule is so busy that it literally ain't gonna happen.

Gotta edit my video project, write my treatment, do my acting final twice, and work on stuff for Voice class.

Plus work.  I even put comedy on hold to accommodate all of this.

At least I can focus on my diet.

So I'm apologizing to myself and I am going to find a way to make it up.

Okay.  I feel better.

Later.
-Justin

This stuff is getting me through the holiday season.  Wish the Sugar Free version were more readily available.  Ironically, the only place I can find the Sugar Free version is at my gym.

Remember...

When I said I was gonna go to the gym yesterday...

I lied.

Not intentionally.  But I did.

My bad.

Later.
-Justin

Wagon Jumping

I keep jumping back on and off the wagon.  It's frustrating, and not too good for the legs.

I am going back to the gym tomorrow.  Gosh darn it.

Gotta be careful because the holidays are coming.  Between the fatty foods, retail, and other stresses, I could get myself in trouble.

Next two weeks are gonna be especially hard.  I have a ten page screenplay treatment due on the 30th, and a film project due on Dec. 2nd.  And I haven't even started either one.

Then on top of that, I have a paper due for Voice class and I have to do my Acting final twice.

I ended up taking a break from comedy for the month of November because my proverbial plate is already too full.

Okay.  Less bloggy, more worky.

Later.
-Justin

They need to rerelease this book with better binding.

Did You Deduct Sixteen Pounds For The Shoes?

I gained a pound and a half.

Well, given the lack of exercise and jumps off the wagon, plus the usual fluctuations in hydration, etc.  Guess that's normal.

Ah, well.

Back to it.

Later.
-Justin

A Pool Of Light

My Voice teacher has us envision we have pools of light in our abdomen that we illuminate when we exhale or something.

He also said something about two-finger stretches and butt breathing.  Whatever.

Finally went to the gym for the first time since the Clinton Administration today.  Using my new routine.  Ten minutes of cardio (alternating intensity every minute), machines, another ten of cardio (with alternating intensities again).

I upped the weights a bit.  Because I'm a dumbass masochist.

So to do the proper breathing, I caught myself repeating the phrase "Pool of Light."  Thank goodness it was under my breath, because otherwise people would have thought I was crazy.

Waiting for it to hurt tonight.

Time to get ready for work.  Wish me sanity.

Next post: My healthy Christmas list.

Later.
-Justin

The author's a friend of mine.  Check this book out.  Because I haven't yet and I feel guilty.

Well, something must be working...

Since kicking my ass over the past couple weeks, I've lost five pounds!

Not bad, considering I keep jumping off the wagon.

I say jump because I'll admit some of my diet-blowing was done when other, healthier options were available.

So I'm five pounds away from the 10-pound goal I set for myself.

If I lose five more pounds by Thanksgiving, I'm buying myself this book.

Okay.  Celebration time is over.

Gonna see Saw 3D.  It dawned on me that if Jigsaw hadn't spent all his money building death traps, he probably would have had enough to pay his medical bills and get treatment.  Whatever.

Later.
-Justin

I'll explain later.

http://italianlemonade.blogspot.com/2010/10/need-your-answer.html

Blech

Already blew my diet for today.

No excuses.  I messed up.

And I've already been up for twelve hours and don't get to leave school for another four.

Tomorrow I sense a sleep-in.

C'est la vie.

Now to pass time before Screenwriting class...I hope he has our quiz grades in by the time class starts.

Later.
-Justin

I know I already posted this one on here.  But if I lose ten pounds by Thanksgiving, I'm buying this for myself.

What a Difference a Workout Makes...

Feeling a bit better than last night's "woe is me" lurch.

See what happens when you ditch the fast food and eat healthier and work out?

Trying a new workout, too.  Less cardio, but alternating intensity.  One minute on level 1, then 1 on 8, 1, 10, etc...

And added weights.  Did upper body today.  Legs Wednesday.

For breakfast:

Bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats and a glass of V8 Fusion Goji-Raspberry juice.

Lunch:

6 oz. grilled tilapia, rice, and cornbread.  Totally forgot Mom's restaurant sells peas, or else I would have had that instead of rice.

I can eat 1275 more calories today.  So I'll have a light snack before I clock in to work.  And I found some stuff I can eat at other places and still stay within my parameters.

Perro Sexivo is gonna come back, baby.

Later.
-Justin

All Awkward and Stuff

My whole life I've tended to avoid most social situations.

For the most part it's been easy.  When I was in middle/high school, I hid behind a faux-goth exterior.  By that I mean I wore all black.  Not necessarily the music/culture/lifestyle.  I'm arguably more goth now than I ever have been, with an extensive music collection including Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Smiths, Depeche Mode, etc.

I skipped out on the school dances.  Except the one after 8th grade graduation.  And another one my senior year.  They were mandatory.

I missed out on prom.  Both of them.  I don't even remember the theme to the senior prom.  I remember voting for it, though.  I think I voted for "Get Me Off" by Basement Jaxx in the write-in portion.

Junior prom was "Can't Fight the Moonlight."  If I were social, I probably would still have skipped that one on principle alone.  The theme from Coyote Ugly?  Come on.

I still find myself staying away from anything involving hanging out with others.  Just don't like putting myself in those situations.  I eventually creep up against the corner and wait for everything to be over so I can go home and catch up on whatever I missed on TV with my DVR.

Tonight was no exception.

Work had a big bowling blowout extravaganza.  Free bowling and shoes.  Everybody went, and according to the latest Facebook posts, it was awesome.

I stayed home.

I wouldn't have had a good time.  I would have stayed in the corner, emerging only to roll the ball periodically.

I try to be social with coworkers and always end up looking like the creepy guy trying to horn in on a conversation.  Why subject myself to that off the clock?

Tired of this awkwardness.  But at the same time I'm feeding it.  Damn vicious cycle.

There's more to this, but I can't quite figure out how to communicate it at the moment.

So I'll just say...

Later.
-Justin

My Legs Are On Fire

So I had my last free personal training appointment yesterday.

And I'm feeling it today.

The other two I kinda felt, but it wasn't nothing too strenuous.

But yesterday the guy had a sadistic streak.

Medicine balls, those weight bell thingies...he made one of those step things but made it the height of a coffee table.  Did laps around the outside of the gym with one of those weights in my hand.  Bounced the medicine ball against the wall (inches from my face).  Other stuff too.  I think my mind blocked some of it out.

My quadriceps are in constant pain.

But I've been staying true to my diet.  Dot Fit has been keeping me on track.  Love this site.

However, tonight is gonna be my cheat night.  I'm performing at Cinema Cafe.  It's my once a week treat.

Can't wait until this whirlwind of school/work/comedy dies down a bit so I can write some more articulate posts.  Especially about the after effects of the lifestyle change.  And my healthy Christmas wish list.

Till then, I'll let you go.

Later.
-Justin

P.S. I want this book for Christmas.  One of my more...unhealthy choices...

I don't like to count down...

...because it makes things seem longer than they really are.

The only thing I count down any more is how long I've gone without sex.  Which is my entire life.  Only reason I do that is because it's part of a joke in my routine.

Look it up on YouTube.  I won't spoil it for you.

Anyhow, I am on day two of this new lifestyle change.  It takes 21 or 28 days to make a habit, so I'm still making sure I'm diligent on this.

The one big help in all of this is probably the website my trainer turned me on to.  Because I'm a member of the gym or something, I get a free membership to dotfit.com.

So on this site, I can start a program, get new exercise ideas, and keep a log of my meals.  It's really cool and really easy.

So on this site, they tell me how many calories I usually burn in a day, how many calories I should eat in a day, and where I fall in the day so far.  And I don't have to do any math.  Which is always a plus.

For the last two days, with this log, I've been able to stay well within my parameters.  Yesterday I took in 22 less calories than they recommended.  Today, 18 calories.  Whereas during my lost weekend, I actually logged a day where I was 1000 calories ABOVE my limit.

I'm starting to sound like an advertisement.  So lemme recommend something that dotfit.com would most likely not want to be affiliated with.

Jessica Vale's "The Sex Album."  For the album, Jessica Vale got a bunch of recordings of people having sex, then manipulated them and made them into music.  She then speak/sings over the results to deliver one heck of a dirty experience.  Dirty dirty dirty.  It's awesome.

Okay. Off to bed before my last free training session.  Good night.

Later.
-Justin

2nd Appointment

I think I know what my first word will be tomorrow morning:

Ow.

I realized how out of shape I was when it comes to weights.

Stuff that used to be super light is now hard.

And then I did the suspension training for the first time.  That's hard as heck but I managed to do it.  Proud of myself.

Ate light this morning.  About to go eat light again before doing my Screenwriting Test and watching Road to Perdition.

This is a new beginning.  Dammit.

Later.
-Justin

Lost Weekend

I had a Lost Weekend.

Scarfed down all the junk food I wanted.  No cares in the world.  Tonight's dinner was Taquitos from 7/11.

Because tomorrow is the new beginning.

Dammit.  I'm gonna win this time.

Got another training appointment tomorrow.

And I'm not working or going to school.

Though I do have school work to do.  But instead of a whole chicken parm sandwich w/chips, I think I'll pre-fuel with grilled fish and peas (if available).

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's bedtime.  Sexiness doesn't just require exercise and a healthier diet.  It requires sleep too.

Later
-Justin

No gym like I promised

Left work early.  Sick.

Feeling better now.  If I take it easy and sleep well tonight I oughta be fine.

Gonna watch some TV.

Later.

-Justin

The Appointment

I'm a dumbass.

For some reason I scheduled my appointment in the morning.  Friday mornings are my recovery time from Thursday night performances.

::Shameless plug: See me at my next show.  Details TBA::

So I woke up at what felt like the crack of dawn.  More like 7.  Then 7:30.  Then 8.  Whatever.

Gobbled down a couple slices of bread w/peanut butter, downed a glass of water, and got in the car.

Warmed up for 5 minutes, then went into the session.

It ended up being more of an informational thing.  Finding out where I am, where I need to be, how I can get there, etc.  Much more informative than the first time I got a training session from there.

Very little exercise.

Lots of cool info, though.  And I got a free membership to a website where I can monitor my progress.

Also got two more free sessions.  Woo-hoo!

Gonna make up for my lack of exercise by packing my iPod and going after work tomorrow.

Okay.  Gonna watch a movie and go to bed.  Rented a couple.  Trying to avoid watching Cannibal Holocaust.  There.  I said it.

Later.
-Justin

Anyone got a light bulb?

Just re-balded myself.

I want to have the whole being bald for Breast Cancer Awareness Month thing to be for the whole month.

Now I'll have a more accurate result tomorrow regarding my experiment on sweat on a bald scalp.

Okay.  Gotta go to class.

Private Pyle reporting for duty!

Later
-Justin

Today

Yes, I went to the gym.

I didn't do 10k.  I did 5k.  But you know what?  That's still 3 miles.

Also ate light today.  Had a super small Powerbar and a Sugar Free energy drink for breakfast (courtesy ODU Bookstore--I had to swing by school to get something for Filmmaking class).  And then had a Powerade Zero and an Oh Yeah PB & Strawberry energy bar for lunch.*

Now I'm gonna do some finishing touches on something for school and do some laundry.  I'm all out of socks and undies.

Also got a free personal training session coming.  Gonna take it on Friday.  I need my ass kicked.

*-First time I ever had one of these.  DANG they're good!  I want a box of these for Christmas.

Later.
-Justin

Gonna Try Something

I'm a slave to the scale.

I'm on that damn thing nearly every day.  Scrutinizing the number in front of me.  To the point where I think it's messing with my head.

So I'm gonna conduct an experiment.

After tomorrow morning, I'm not gonna look at the scale.  At all.

Until my next doctor's appointment.

Instead, I'm just gonna use that energy to focus on my diet, my fitness, and a shitload of positive things.

Let's see how this works.

Later.
-Justin

So I Went (Yes I Went)...

And I'm gonna be a kindergarten teacher!

Ten bonus points to the first person who gets that reference.


So I did go.  But I didn't last too long.

Lemme explain.

I was indeed sick yesterday.  I won't go into details, but let me put it this way: If my body were a shopping mall, yesterday I had an Everything Must Go Blowout at Sphincter's.

Sophisticated poop joke.  Mom is so proud of me.

I thought the worst of it had passed.  Then I stepped on the elliptical.

Ten minutes (and 1.16k later), I felt another Doorbuster coming on.

So now I'm home.  About to go back to bed.

Let's try this again on Monday.

Later.
-Justin

I so badly wanna make an excuse...

...to not go to the gym.  I'm tired.  But gosh darn it, I gotta go.

So I'm gonna have a quick breakfast, get dressed, and head out before I change my mind.

I'll report back in a few hours to let you know if I followed through or not.

Until then, check out Mark Ronson & the Business Intl.'s new CD.  At the very least, go onto amazon.com or iTunes and download the following tracks.

"Somebody to Love Me"
"You Gave Me Nothing"
"The Night Last Night."

If somebody reads this and does DL those tracks, I could very well aim for four gym visits next week.  But they have to DL all three.  Legally.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I left some hint on the floor.

Later.
-Justin

Blah

Okay,  no workout since the big 10k World Record Extravaganza of Saturday.

Been feeling lazy.  I planned on going today.  Didn't happen.  I ate lighter, though.  Not perfect, but lighter.

I am disappointed in myself.  Hate this feeling.  Gonna use this feeling to motivate myself.

I will go on Friday, darn it.  Not only that, I will also get around to watching Cannibal Holocaust on that day, too.  I've been putting that off for months, but I need to fulfill that promise to my followers over at Italian Lemonade (italianlemonade.blogspot.com).

Also, by watching it, I can trade it in and get another movie.  Like Human Centipede.

Okay.  Off to stay lazy today.

Later.
-Justin

Ow...

So...Friday...there were, like, tornadoes and shit.  Well, not really.  I just felt lazy.

I forced myself to go after work today.

And I kicked my ass.

So...how did my sweat migrate on my head now that I'm shaven?  Well, lemme put it this way.  My hair grows fast (only on my cranium.  My face can't sprout a hair to save my life).  Now my head is a giant spherical Plinko board.

Onto the workout.

I ran 5k in 40:19.  Then I went to the drinking fountain.  Then I did another 5k in 38:21.

All together, that's 10k (6 miles for you non-metric people) in 78:40.  About 13:08 per mile.  And 4 1/2 minutes faster than Monday (which was the first time I ever tried to run 10k in one day).

Soy un Perro Sexivo.  Damn straight.

Celebrated with a Very Berry Green Tea smoothie and a Chicken Pesto flatbread at Tropical Smoothie.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna crash a bit.

Later.
-Justin

Okay...

Remember when I said I was gonna go to the gym on Wednesday?

Guess I lied.

My penance is to go tomorrow, come rain or shine.  Unless there's, like, tornadoes and shit.  Then my ass is stayin' home.

However, yesterday wasn't completely unproductive.

I shaved my head.  For breast cancer research.  My mom's a seven year survivor.

I've always wanted to do this.  Finally decided enough was enough when it came to having long locks.  Maintenance is a pain in the ass.

So tomorrow should be my first workout day since the shave.  I've never worked out bald.  Dunno where the sweat is gonna migrate.  But it's gonna be fun finding out.

Later.
-Justin

My Wizard of Oz Song

You know how it goes.  "If I Only Had..." whatever.  a brain, a heart, the nerve.

Everybody has their own version of the song.  Could be "if I only had some cash, "if I only had a car," "if I only had a filter between my brain and my mouth..."

I think I have two.

My first is "If I Only Could Get Laid."  One of the cornerstones of my comedy.  Actually performed this song once in my act.  Dunno if my female relatives are gonna be reading this blog or not, so I'll hold off on posting the lyrics for now.  But the lyrics do exist.  They have for, like, five years.  Prolonged virginity does strange things to your head(s).

My second one is probably, "If I Only Had No Taste Buds."

I'm an incredibly picky eater.  Like, horribly picky.

I like very very few vegetables.  Fruits I only like in smoothie and Pop Tart form.  That eliminates a good portion of the food groups right there.

It's a texture thing.  The flavor doesn't bother me, but the texture grosses me out.  The consistency just doesn't sit well with me.  A mouthful of banana is enough to send me into a gagging fit.

I've read somewhere that having problems with the texture of certain foods is actually a sign of OCD, which I firmly do believe I have.  To other people, though, it makes me look like an annoying, picky person.  I hate it.

So maybe my second song oughta be called "If I Only Could Enjoy the Texture of Fruits and Vegetables."  But that sounds like something Fall Out Boy would have written.

I get so self-conscious that I try not to eat in front of other people.  Comes from countless dumbasses making remarks about my meal choices...while theirs aren't so great, themselves.  Then comes the unsolicited diet advice.  Yes, I am trying to lose weight.  No, I do not wanna hear how your third cousin lost five pounds eating nothing but spinach and peaches for eight weeks.  Eat your Big Mac that you ordered with extra mayo and shut the fuck up.  When I want advice I'll ask for it.

Sorry.  Whenever it comes to the subject of food I get riled up.

Even had someone tell me that I deserved to be fat because I treated myself to a chicken tenders dinner before a performance.  What sounds like a one-off comment to you is something us fatties hear over and over every day...both from other people and in our own heads.

So next time you see someone eat, no matter what you think of their choice, zip it.

Okay.  Gotta take out the trash and go to bed.  Tomorrow's gonna be my second workout of the week.  I'm aiming for three a week.  Good night.

Later.

-Justin

Hi, Everybody!

Hello.  For those of you who don't know me, my name is Justin Kosch.  I'm a film student, TV salesman, and budding standup comedian.

I am also a caffeine addict, pizza aficionado, fried foodie, reality TV junkie, horror movie freak, Ace of Base loving virgin who has struggled with my weight since the first George Bush was in office.

Three years ago, I started college at 346 pounds.  And before you wiseasses get any remarks in, yes I was still able to fit in the desks.  Barely, but still able.

I wanted to use my freshman year in college as a new beginning.  I decided to join a gym, eat healthier, and finally lose all the excess weight.

After a year, I had lost forty pounds.  On the day I hit exactly 40, I decided to celebrate and conquer something I had always wanted to try: standup comedy.  And on September 4, 2008, a monster had been created.  That first laugh brought me into a new world that I have never wanted to leave.  Or some other sentimental bullshit.

By this time last year, I had hit my all-time low of 281 pounds.  That's 65 less than when I started for those of you who are sucky at math.

However, things suddenly changed.  I dunno whether it was the hard school year (since my dumbass chose to save all the hard classes for my associates until the end), or if I got complacent, but before I knew it I had gained a lot of it back.  I am not going to divulge how much just yet, because I'm not proud.  Either way, I knew if I didn't do something soon, I would have undone two years worth of work in no time.

So that's where Perro Sexivo comes in.

The name originated from an admittedly poor translation.  I typed Sexy Bitch into Altavista's Spanish translator and got Perra Attractiva.  Even though I finished four semesters of Spanish, my command of the language is very minimal.  But I knew I'd have to change it to Perro.  I started signing up for open mics with Perro Attractivo in parenthesis.  One night the MC called me Perro Sexivo and it stuck.  No, it's not my stage name, but it's what I call myself whenever I feel good.  Soy un perro sexivo.

I wanted to make a blog out of Perro Sexivo, because I am a strangely motivated person.  If I'm gonna do something just for me, I tend to put it off.  But if I know other people are involved somehow, I get results.  So I'm using this blog in the hopes that people will read it and want to hear updates.  And I'm not gonna say no.  Dammit.

I hope this blog manages to give me the motivation I somehow manage to refuse myself, and hope you all have a great time reading it, too.

Later.
-Justin