Brave is the one always going forward. It is for their eyes can always see what is ahead of them and change their lives to always stay the right path.
Scared is the one always going backwards. It is for their eyes cannot see what is behind them unless they look away from that which they have created in front of them.

Although I did end up consuming a few more beers than I would have liked, it was a pretty good night for me. I ended up at Rehab at about 11:30 and pretty much hung out with Cassie downstairs at Rock Bottom bar.  She is such a sweet girl. It was just too easy to drink and I really have to either quit drinking all together or curb my desire to get out to bars every time I go out.

I talked to some ladies last night, but I was feeling a bit low energy and my game was off. It was pretty funny because I invited S from the saucer to show up and she did with her boyfriend. Seemed like an all-right guy, but kind of quiet. I was downstairs and they weren’t allowed as it was the V3 after party and as such VIP wristband were required. I am VIP where ever I go. I could have just as easily got them down there, but you have to reward for good behavior. Its true she did show up but she also brought her BF. My reward to her was coming upstairs in effect leaving my VIP friends behind. I believe in the scarcity principal.

Unfortunately drinking to much also plays into driving home. I wasn’t drunk, but with very little calories every day, I needed something to sober me up. That ended up being 2 McDoubles, which all-in-all could have been worse. I cannot beat myself up about it, but at the same time need to be a bit disappointed about it. This morning I added 2 tsp of Cinnamon to my smoothie. If I feel up to it I might head over to the gym and do some cardio.

The other week, just before New Years Eve to be precise, I lost a very close friend, a mentor and a guide. He traversed the great divide and moved on from physical form into his purest of all forms…energy. I know he is not gone and I know he is looking down on all that he once walked upon. If you look up to the night sky you might catch a glimpse of him, a star shinning its light down on us, like a beacon guiding the mariner traversing his own sea, some which might call it life itself.

Yes my friend you are free from your ails, free from that which oppressed your fragile body, free from those that lacked the understanding to recognize one of this worlds greats. It is sad for those left behind, for us who have lost our friend, but for you, you my friend are free. I know you now live life more so than ever we can understand or experience here in our bodies. I am grateful for our time together, for what you have taught me, for your impression on me forever. You made an impact on so many.

This leads me into my first real blog post of the new decade. Just exactly what impression would I have made on you, my readers and my friends, if suddenly I was to die this very moment? Would I be remembered for anything? Would I have made a difference in anyone’s life? These are questions that have been bothering me for some time now and I need to start to evaluate myself again and draw some conclusions that may not be very flattering.

I absolutely love to write and I think I am damn good at it. I am completely at a loss why I stopped in the first place. There’s really no excuse. I keep telling myself there is not enough time in the day, but its just an excuse. I have to be hard on myself here and start to make that impact on my life, to let the world know that I have lived. There are those who have made an impact like Hitler and Stalin, and those like MLK and Gandhi, those like Einstein and Hawkins and then there are millions upon millions who sit idly by while the world turns and do nothing. Those who watch the world and all its intricacies pass by and claim there is not enough time. I refuse to sit idly by anymore.

With that I’d like to introduce you to my new and improved blog. Junkyfungus is getting a direction and its going to be a good one. As many of you know already I run a very popular forum dedicated to pheromones. While in the past I have attempted to shield my blog members from my career they have become synonymous with each other. I’m cool with people knowing what I do and that I am passionate about it. After all when you look at it, I am striving to improve my life in all areas. I am a Pick Up Artist, a pheromone enthusiast, a junky and I have many, many hobbies, many of them include women. I like women and why not. God put me here so that women all over the world can enjoy the splendor of me.

This blog is dedicated to the journey I have been taking and will continue to take. My journey to improve my live and the steps I take to do so. I plan to make an impact, be warned!

I’ve been operating this blog for many years now. While the first post archived is from April of 2007, this blog goes back several years before that. Unfortunately do to a mod gone haywire and failure to backup at the time several years were lost. I’ve come to the proverbial crossroads in my life where I know what direction I am to go, and the path will always lead me to the road less traveled but all the same, the choice looms in front of me.

I find myself wanting to apologize for the lack of months upon months of seemingly disinterest when it is far from the reality. I have been going through something and while it seems as if my posts have vanished, in retrospect, I needed this time to get myself in order.

The good news is I’m back and even if I have to comment on everyday stupid stuff, by all things Pink, Squishy, Wet and Warm I’m going to comment. Enjoy:)

How in gods name do you get yourself attached to a 55 gallon drum full of concrete at a pay by the “hour” parking garage. Business is bad for everyone, but do they really need to take cars hostage to “drum” up business.

LOL I was driving home after a night of drunken debauchery and came across this jewelry store. I thought this was pretty freaking classic so I took some pictures of it. I’ve heard the Jews own everything and even “run Hollywood” according to Mel Gibson. I mean if anyone should know it would be Mel considering he actually filmed them killing Jesus.

So in typical JunkyFungus controversial style I present to you this perfect picture of a Memphis, TN jewelry store. Please enjoy and if you plan to use it please link back to my blog. Most likely I’ll be going to Hell anyway so in the words of the Grateful Dead: “At least I’m enjoying the ride!”

For full size please click the thumbnail:)

Memphis Jeweler

I happened upon this article on Match.com when I logged into BuckyStars ATT wireless connect. Stupid landing pages, but hey what’s this? Usually I get annoyed that there’s a landing page in the first place. If I’m going onto the Internet at BuckyStars, its for damn sure I’m not looking to read their landing page. I mean really! What in tarnation could they possibly offer me that I would be interested in?

Well wouldn’t you know it just as I was hit my blog link all of a sudden I see a title that reads: How to prep your place for a date. Of course I had to go back and read what they had to say. I mean usually most “advice” sites are going to emasculate men into believing they need to be little wussies with no balls to get the job done. In most instances its exactly why men need dating sites in the first place. They do not have the social skills to pick up a woman in a normal social environment. As in face to face meet up like a bar, club, book store, coffee shop what not.

I do believe I owe an entire other post to the other extreme where some men are acting out aggressive fantasies on blogs of who they wish to be. Reading some “field reports” you would have to believe the man in question to be a God to pull off some of the crap I’ve read. But I digress this discussion for another time.

So I want to review this Match.com article piece by piece.

Make your space look appealing to the opposite sex…
This applies especially to men, whose pads often resemble frat houses filled with mountains of laundry, grime-covered sports gear and empty beer bottles. First, clean up the mess — laundry in particular. “I’ve always found that the scent of dirty, sweaty clothes permeates single men’s apartments, so when I first visited my now-boyfriend Kevin’s apartment, I was happy to see that he had a real laundry basket with a lid,” says Esther, 31. No need to buy a whole new set of furniture — folding a chenille blanket over the back of your austere leather sofa or adding some flowers can do wonders. “When I first saw my boyfriend’s place it was pretty unimpressive, but he had a vase of daffodils in the living room, which made a difference,” says one 25-year-old who prefers to remain anonymous. “It showed he knew how to make an effort and was willing to do so for me.”

For the most part I would agree with this section of the article. However being well-versed in the scientific appeal of pheromones having sweaty clothing around can help you in many instances. You don’t need your nasty encrusted underwear around. While having a place for laundry and keeping your love lair clean it is also important to not make it sterile. I went over a friends house once and the place looked like it was devoid of any personality. It seemed like books and pictures were strategically hung and placed to bring up conversations. While normally this is a very good idea, these things need to have “VALUE” to you and not just be crap you read about in some PUA forum somewhere. Don’t get a book on magic or hypnosis or whatever unless it is something that you have read and are interested in. Another; don’t be a faker, woman can sense when all you are trying to do is impress them. While it might make an initial impression you are sure to be sleeping alone if that’s all its for. The impression should come from the interest it provokes, initially from the item, but the real interest should be directed towards you for being an interesting person for reading this to begin with.

I totally disagree with the flowers crap. What are you a freaking girl or a man? Holy freaking crap are you serious? Flowers? An interesting center piece is what you need. Get yourself some really cool art as a center piece, maybe some candles, scented if you really must cover the smell but remember your pheromones are important. Have a bowl with assorted items that have been left by other women. It’s a GREAT little “pre-selection” switch flipper when a woman sees an earing or thong, or a shoe in the bowl. Whats that, inevitably she will ask? Oh that’s the bowl with a sly smile and move on. I just asked the Barista Melissa at BuckyStars, a cute girl, what she would think if she walked in to see flowers on the table of a guy she is dating. Her response: “He’s either married or gay!” Come on guys, don’t be that guy. The chick who wants to remain anonymous who was impressed by the guy making an effort, most likely is the chick I’ll be doing later on tonight.

Edit what’s on your bookshelves: And while you’re at it stash away your masculinity. When I read this I almost spit out my coffee and started cursing. Who the fuck wrote this crap anyway I asked? The by line reads Celeste Perron. Of course you should hide away all your books with beautiful women and interesting male articles in them. My God you wouldn’t want the woman over your apartment to think you look at other women. While you’re at it you might want to tie your dick and balls between your ass-cheeks and wear a dress! I mean God forbid you give her the idea you might be interested in hot bodies and women in lingerie. Isn’t it funny that whenever I have woman over they always pick up my copies of Maxim or FHM before anything else. It’s a damn good way to let you know if she might be interested in a little kinky threesome fun too.

The rest of it seems like OK for the most part, but holy BeJezus I can almost feel my masculinity ripping out of my soul and being dragged across the floor. Sometime in the future I’ll do an entire post dedicated to how you should hook up your apartment to make it into your very own Love Lair.

Rock on dudes!

Enough is Enough Obama! WTF are you doing in DC entertaining when peoples lives are ruined and our gulf is being destroyed. Everyday dolphins are washing up on the shores of our coast covered in oil gasping for the last breath before they die. The Gulf is dying while you throw a party for Paul McCartney.

BP continues to dump toxic chemicals that, by all accounts, are so deadly there is now concern if its evaporated into the clouds it will KILL everything in its path. Yes this does include humans!

All pictures of the spill need to be smuggled out and certain “persons” are blocking all photography of the spill. I did a Google search on the spill and nothing is coming up. We are talking Google for fucks sake. Why is that Mr. Obama? Are people going to start disappearing too, threats, lies, deceit and all the while you’re chumming up with Sir McCartney.

Bush let New Orleans die, and some say it was due to race. It’s WEEKS later and millions of gallons of BP oil have already stained our country. I wonder just what the racial makeup of the people most effected. I can almost bet we are talking a predominantly “Caucasian” makeup of the people who will suffer the most. I’m guessing race is an issue and that is sad.

I’ve been reading a lot again about PUA and social skills and I’m currently updating my arsenal. Roissy is a constant in my daily attributes to the well to pay homage to those I believe and trust in. Life is good so why would I want anything else anyway?

Whenever I go onto a nutritional lifestyle change I’ve determined the only real way to stick to it is if I cook for the week. This way there is no temptation to eat junk food or anything not on the lifestyle plan because I’m hungry and need a quick fix. So today I cooked a grilled chicken breast with Paprika and garlic chicken salad with onion and celery and mayo. MMM good-I hope.

I also cooked some 80% lean ground beef mixed with cheese, bacon and salsa and I have some quickables like lunch meat and sugar free jello.

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