I’ve been hitting the gym up everyday for the past 8-9 months. Progress is made daily, but sometimes I can kick myself for the

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making stupid decisions that ultimately effect my progress. So here’s what I am going to do, I’m taking a picture everyday and posting it. Just to document my daily progress and what I’m doing.

Todays picture is brought to you by BuckyStars in Millington. Nothing really going on today here, but one cutey with a guy was already in and out. I didn’t do anything because my mind stopped me from having a good time. Right when I took this picture a really hot babe walked in and my eyes went right to her. When I got a closer look I would say she was underage but again my mind prevented me from having a good time.

I’ve started reading Magic Bullets again as Savoy is now posting over at Patalk. Some members have been reporting him as SPAM and sure why not, in reality he kind of is, but who cares? His posts add value and might benefit some beta boys. There’s lots of them too., but for the most part many of them at least recognize it and are taking steps to make life better by making changes.

I’ve been working my ass off to make changes too. Hitting the gym like a maniac, watching the diet, working on my tan and kicking up my personal development studies. Currently going through a comprehensive course on Hypnotherapy and my God man I am great at hypnotizing people. I even use it and tell the ladies I’m going to hypnotize you into having sex with me and they beg me to try. If they only fucking knew what I have done and sure as birds fly they end up in my bed soon after. Life is good, is yours?

Jerry Garcia, whose gentle voice and gleaming, chiming guitar lines embodied the psychedelic optimism of the Grateful Dead for three decades, died in his sleep yesterday at Serenity Knolls, a residential drug treatment center in Forest Knolls, Calif. He was 53.

A spokesman for the band, Dennis McNally, said the cause was a heart attack.

The guitarist had suffered serious health problems for a decade. In the 1960′s, he was known as Captain Trips, referring to his frequent use of LSD, and he struggled through the years with heroin addiction. He was hospitalized in 1986 in a diabetic coma, and in 1992 the group had to cancel tour dates when Mr. Garcia fell ill from exhaustion. In recent years he had tried to stop smoking and to lose weight.

The Grateful Dead, and Mr. Garcia as their most recognizable member, had come to represent the survival of 1960′s idealism. As news of his death spread, fans wept in the streets of San Francisco and the Internet was flooded with eulogies and reminiscences.

Within the music business, the Dead exemplified integrity in a sphere of hype and artifice; beyond, they symbolized a spirit of communal bliss, with free-wheeling, anything-can-happen music to bring together a community of tenacious fans, the Deadheads.

The band’s future is uncertain; the Dead had planned to record their newest songs in a studio for an album to be released next year.

The Grateful Dead were one of rock’s most beloved institutions. Formed in 1965, when a Bay Area jug band decided to switch to electric instruments, the Dead created an all-American fusion of bluegrass, blues, country, rhythm-and-blues, folk and rock, all laced with improvisation. The band never played a song the same way twice.

The Dead built their reputation on long, free-form concerts, going onstage without a set list and playing anything from original songs to rock oldies to extended experiments with feedback. The music could shift in any direction as it sought what the band and its fans called the “X factor”: spontaneous, revelatory stretches of music arrived at through practice and serendipity.

The Dead were one of the top bands in late-1960′s San Francisco, and unlike their hippie-era contemporaries, they continued to thrive, their essence unchanged and their popularity expanding. John Scher, chairman of Metropolitan Entertainment, which coordinates the band’s East Coast performances, said yesterday that the Grateful Dead “are unquestionably the highest-grossing band cumulatively in the history of the music business.”

He noted that the band in recent years played 85 to 110 shows annually. It set attendance records for every major arena in the New York area, as well as the Spectrum in Philadelphia and the Boston Garden.

The Dead’s fans savored the group’s unpredictability, seeing as many concerts as possible and sometimes following the band for a full-length tour. For most of the 1980′s and early 1990′s, the band toured stadiums and did not play to a single empty seat; some concerts sold out before they were advertised, purely through announcements in the Deadheads’ newsletter and on a telephone hotline. (The band had planned six concerts in late September at Madison Square Garden as part of a fall tour, but it is unclear if they will proceed.)

Unlike the vast majority of rock bands, the Dead focused on performing rather than recording. Even as a stadium attraction, the Grateful Dead were something like an old-time jug band, barnstorming a territory that stretched around the world.

Mr. Garcia was at the heart of the Dead’s music. His reedy voice was unassumingly sincere; his guitar tone was pristine and bell-like, as he spun long, leisurely lines with distinctive curlicues and downward slides. He wrote about half of the Dead’s own material, working primarily with the lyricist Robert Hunter, and many of his finest tunes — such as “Ripple,” “Touch of Grey,” “China Cat Sunflower” and “Uncle John’s Band” — sounded as natural as traditional songs. Mr. Garcia’s smiling, bearded face became an icon of a utopian 1960′s spirit.

Jerome John Garcia was born in San Francico on Aug. 1, 1942. His father was a professional musician, and he took piano lessons as a child. But he lost most of the third finger on his right hand in a childhood accident. When he was 15, he heard Chuck Berry and took up the electric guitar. After nine months in the Army, he turned to folk music, picking up the banjo and playing in bluegrass bands; he also studied at the San Francisco Art Institute. By 1964, he was in Mother McCree’s Uptown Jug Champions, which also included Bob Weir on guitar and Ron (Pigpen) McKernan on harmonica.

A year later, with Phil Lesh on bass and Bill Kreutzmann on drums, the band plugged in and became the Warlocks. At first, they worked as a bar band, playing blues six nights a week. The Warlocks soon changed their name to the Grateful Dead — a type of British folk ballad in which a human being helps a ghost find peace — after running across the phrase in a dictionary. They became the house band for Ken Kesey’s Acid Tests, the public LSD parties held before the drug was outlawed.

The Dead lived communally in San Francisco and played many free concerts, soon working their way up to the city’s ballrooms and the Fillmore West. The band signed a contract with MGM Records in 1966, but its efforts were shelved. In 1967, the Dead signed with Warner Brothers, and while their first albums sold modestly, their reputation spread. From the beginning, when the band was financed by the LSD chemist Stanley Owsley, the Dead were known for the latest in sound systems as well as for their music. The group performed at the Monterey Pop Festival in 1967 and at Woodstock in 1969.

By 1970, the Grateful Dead had made five extraordinary albums in a row: “Anthem of the Sun” in 1968, “Aoxomoxoa” in 1969 and “Live Dead,” “Workingman’s Dead” and “American Beauty” in 1970. Its 1971 live album, “Grateful Dead,” became its first million-seller, and it continued to play to larger and larger audiences. In 1973, it was one of the three groups (with the Allman Brothers Band and the Band) to perform for half a million people at Watkins Glen, N.Y.

Mr. Garcia also worked outside the Grateful Dead, as a musician and a producer. He recorded with the Jefferson Airplane and Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young; he produced the first album by the New Riders of the Purple Sage, adding parts on an instrument he was just learning, the pedal steel guitar.

Outside the Dead, Mr. Garcia pursued some of the styles that were tucked into the Dead’s music. In the early 1970′s, he played jazz-rock with the keyboardist Merl Saunders and bluegrass with a group called Old and in the Way; he also recorded his first album as a leader in 1971, playing rock songs tinged with country. Through the years, he toured (between Grateful Dead tours) with his own band, and he collaborated with musicians including the keyboardist Howard Wales and the mandolinist David Grisman.

His most recent recording, released in 1993, was an album of children’s music, “Not for Kids Only.” In another recent project, Mr. Garcia designed a line of neckties that was sold at Macy’s and other stores.

Yet most of his time was devoted to the Grateful Dead. While the band had touched on funk and jazz, and had incorporated some of the new sounds made available through synthesizer technology, its music remained immediately recognizable, with a folksy, homespun tone that belied the size of its audiences. Grateful Dead concerts are among least overbearing in current rock; the band’s customized sound systems emphasize clarity and warmth, not sheer volume. Through the years, the Dead’s tour circuit expanded, including a 1978 series of shows at the Great Pyramid in Egypt; the band toured with Bob Dylan in 1987, a collaboration that resulted in a live album. The band weathered the deaths of Mr. McKernan in 1973 as well as the deaths of two of its keyboardists, Keith Godchaux and Brent Mydland.

Since the 1970′s, the band has attracted a significant following of Deadheads, which expanded further in the 1980′s as the sons and daughters of baby boomers embraced the band as a symbol of 1960′s pleasures and hopes. The Dead made an effort to treat their fans well. Unlike many bands, the Dead encouraged their fans to tape their concerts, even providing a place near the sound engineer’s booth for fans to set up microphones and tape recorders. They also kept ticket prices low and maintained contact with fans through the newsletter, a hotline and, more recently, electronic mail. In return the Dead have held on to what is probably the longest-lasting mass following in rock history.

In tie-dyed clothes and bare feet, dancing in the aisles, the Dead’s audiences revived the wardrobe, and perhaps some of the hopefulness, of the Summer of Love. In an interview for Joe Smith’s book “Off the Record” (1988), Mr. Garcia said, “To the kids today, the Grateful Dead represents America: the spirit of being able to go out and have an adventure.”

He is survived by his third wife, Deborah Koons Garcia, and by four daughters: Heather, Annabelle, Teresa and Keelin, all of Marin County.

The old Tom Petty song…anyone remember? I know its late and perhaps I’m tripping on Shrooms, but I’m replacing the word love with nail clippers. It isn’t really funny because its 3:41 A.M. and I just got back from a night at the Flying Saucer with my favorite wingman and the only thing I can think of when I get home is: My favorite nail clippers which I misplaced.

I’ve had these nail clippers for MANY years and a good pair is hard to find. These suckers cut just perfect and you don’t even need a Emory board afterward. I mean who can truly say they don’t absolutely love a good pair of nail clippers and have hung on that pair like a wife? It’s late so good night and I love you all. Each and every one of you for whatever thats worth, but as long as we are clear, just not as much as I love my Basset nail clippers. Made in the USA<3<3<3<3<3<3

Will Power! I wonder what it really is and is there not enough to go around. It’s amusing to me how I can stop doing pain pills, smoking crack and sniffing glue all the same day, but when I try to apply that same inner strength to something else it usually doesn’t work. What I mean is that I can use my will-power to eliminate some nasty habits out of my life like that terrible meth habit I had for three days back last week. Then after I detox and get straight, with my new found strength and wisdom, I’ll go and try and alter other areas of my life. There’s always something in life we want to improve on especially when it comes to bettering ourselves.

I’ll find myself with renewed energy and stamina and ready to change everything bad in life. What’s very abnormal though is when I attempt to use that driving force energy to excel in another area of my life that same energy dwindles and fades as if there is a limited supply. This leads me to believe that will power is a limited source of energy and/or there is an energy blockage. I’m inquisitive if any one of my dear readers experience this same conundrum.

Seriously though it happens every time. I remember right after I quit shooting up heroin into my eyeball (try it, what a great way to hide track marks) I decided it was also a good time to take up teeth brushing. I was off the juice for at least three hours and really had the urge to pick up the tooth brush, but as soon as I did it was like BAM, all of a sudden the next thing you know I have the needle in my eye and shooting a mega-dose of the juice again. The teeth were nice and sparkly clean right before they all fell out!

All joking aside though, no heroin or meth or crack, but it does seem that there are limits to drawing power from will. Does that mean we are all weak in this area or is it just me? I’ve been doing really well with nutrition, taking vitamins and juicing and eating green foods, but whenever I want to do something like going to the gym its a no go. I want to go in the morning but who wants to stay up late like I do and then get up early? I hate early mornings, I mean like hatred with a passion. I plan on going at night and I know full-well that exercise will have to be a part of this lifestyle if I want to succeed. By night time, and I mean about 11, I get tired and something comes up and then I never go. I realize I have to and beat myself up over it, but I still don’t go.

Maybe I’m a bit hesitant to go because I realize, from past experiences, that if I do go to the gym, than my nutritious lifestyle will go to hell. I have a friend, Andrea Albright, who is amazing. You can find her at www.AmazingBodyNow.com for all you female readers and she offers a true unique experience for women to get fit. She’s been there, she was overweight and now she is gorgeous and fit and trim. To bad for me her site is geared towards helping women otherwise I’d be on that. It really is that good and as a guy if you can get over her continuous references to girlfriend and lady and woman then go for it. I’ve read every book there is practically on diet and exercise, most recently the Gabriel Method, which seems intriguing, without having that success switch triggered.

It’s amazing that I am on the path to acquire my first million dollars this year and yet something even more important like my health continue to eludes me. I’m fed up and enough is enough. I will figure this will of mine out and I will empower it. I’d like to get your feedback. Haha, comments appreciated, but like most other posts most don’t comment.

I didn’t want to do it and for the longest time I didn’t bother, but if you read my last post you know that I am pushing towards making my first million dollars this year. Although I do believe the universal laws will fall into effect and the world will unfold before me with boundless opportunity, I also realize that I need to take the steps necessary and ensure I am heading in the right direction. My vibrational energy has been a bit low because, well because, I have been worried about not achieving my goal.

I’ve noticed some correlations in life that cannot be misconstrued as mere coincidence. I know that lately I have felt a bit alone in my quest, as if I am the only one in the world who understands me. This feeling has permeated my mood and lately my friends have suddenly been away thus causing me to be alone. There are times I feel like going out to the bar or Beale Street, but no one is around to go so I reluctantly stay in and end up being alone. Of course my girlfriend is around and I do lo, lov, er umm lo, lo, lo, err like her a real lot:), but now lately she has been going to family and friends away as well. When you feel lonely you will end up being lonely.

The next equation comes from feeling broke. I’m not sure why, perhaps its a lack of water, but lately I have felt tremendously low on the financial scale. With these feelings comes the very real reality that things are hitting hard financially right now. I feel like I am under a mountain of debt and because I am feeling this way, it is coming to be that way. Extenuating circumstances have caused my consulting fees to be delayed on several occasions, not a big deal in its own right, but all the same adding to the feeling of ill-will towards a very manageable situation.

When my mother died it left me $16000 in credit card debyt and every month I pay close to $600 to help pay it off. My ultimate goal is to pay about $2000 a month to eliminate it all together. My school loans are down to only $4000 and other than a few miscellaneous other bills there’s really not much. Heck the house is paid off, but I never imagined myself living in this house. It was bought to provide residual rental income and now I live there with me father. I have lived alone from my father since I was 17 and joined the US Army. I find it extremely difficult to live there in that house and at times I think about getting an apartment. I mean I am willing to move out of my own home to an apartment, you know its got to get under my skin, and it does!

He’s not really a bad guy, but the house is just to small. It would be OK for a couple, or single person, but not son and dad. Did I mention that his compulsive behavior to collect has me extremely worried. I tried to get my summer clothes out of our attic and it is filled top to bottom with junk. I’m not talking junk that you can turn around and sell, but junk that people toss away to Goodwill just to get rid of. In Memphis there is a Goodwill outlet store. This basically means that Goodwill cant sell it in there second hand store, so they bring it out in big giant carts filled with junk into the outlet store. It started as a hobby for dad, just so he could get out and do something, but now its bordering mental illness. He is bringing home only a few bags a week, but the problem with that is there is no outlet to get rid of it. So it packs into the attic, under the beds, in the closets, anywhere there is space and even where there is none to be found. It piles up, more and more until finally someone has to do something about it.

The last couple of years he would have a garage sale, but that’s come to pass as well. They are so much work and take so much time and effort they just are not worth it. Finally after the last time he came to the same conclusion after prepping for a full two weeks and then a full three days of hard-work and not making more than $500 after expenses. I apologize for the rant, but its my blog so tough crap! Deal with it.

I really don’t mind him living with me, but I need my space and I want a BIG house with a restaurant quality kitchen, swimming pool, jacuzzi, big old yard, deck, lots of rooms, basically a mansion. I am unable to do that at this stage unless something changes. Oh and I want a new M6 BMW with the V12, but I can’t without having a garage with plenty of space for all my toys. I like my toys.

The reason I say all this is because I am on the path and I am now monetizing my life. Read, enjoy

It’s amazing to me that I would stop working out, especially when after I do work out I feel great. I’ve gotten to the point of being a true gym buff before, going 5 days a week regardless of how I felt and coming home completely spent. There were times I would shake I worked out so hard. I remember living in Elizabeth NJ and working out at the YMCA. It was a real mans gym with all free weights. To get in cardio you had to jump rope or walk to the gym. I chose waling to the gym.

After my workout I was so tired and so spent that when I started my half mile trek back home it was like another workout in itself. But my God, when I put my clothes on and stood up at the train station ready to go into work I felt amazing. I was completely a different person and everybody around me knew it. I can feel myself more motivated now to do this than I have ever before. It’s strange though why, after so much progress would I have stopped before. The only thing I can think of was I didn’t want it enough. I want it now, I want it more than ever before, and my journey has begun. Lookout world JunkyFungus is on his way.

After some setbacks and short-comings I gave up the excuse generator and kicked in with the amazing me. Even though it was after midnight I headed back to the gym tonight. I was only able to do a solid 25 minutes of cardio, but I did it. Life is good and all I need to do now is continue on my path of righteousness. Look out world, JunkyFungus is back.

The other night I was with some friends and I was attempting to figure out how these guys weren’t getting laid. They all seem to be good looking guys and while they might be shy, they are all cool people. Being shy, if used correctly, can work to a mans advantage. Women love men who are interesting, while at the same time will drop their panties quicker than you can fuck-sauce, for a guy who is mysterious. A solid foundation in either instance will work for the man.

One of my friends, lets call him Jimmy, the jelly fish, is a great dresser, stylish and up with the latest trends and fashions. He already has an advantage on me, because he is physically fit and goes to work out daily. He is able to build solid rapport consistently with women and I never see him fearful of approaching women. Everything a guy looking to better himself in the social dynamics realm would hope and strive for. But what’s wrong with the picture?

The other night while in a bar I really was wondering why a bunch of my friends were not getting laid. Then it struck me like the sting of a jelly fish bite on the beach while trying to enjoy the sun and sand. It was his fucking handshake! It was like shaking the hand of a jelly fish. Dude, you want to be ALPHA, you work out, you like pussy right? Get a fucking handshake that says I’m a man!

Holy fuck, your handshake sucks dick and screams beta. Now I understand why you keep telling me that chicks are asking if you’re fucking gay. DUDE, with a shake like that I wonder how you can grip something important, like your dick, when you’re trying to guide it into something wet, squishy and pink. There I’ve gone and done it again. Pissed off the world and not a care in the world for me.

I’ve gotten some pretty eye raising comments from some of my fellow friends in the Pick-Up community when I tell them that JunkyFungus has quit Pick-Up and will pursue life instead. Many of my friends kind of looked at me as if I had 17 eyes. One friend threatened to slap the holy bejesus out of me, another commenter said I finally figured it out, and yet another screamed “Yes, Yes” and it wasn’t even during sex. Actually the last one was when I was on the phone with her and I think I might have gone a little bit deaf.

What amazed me most was that there were two trains of thought when I announced my intentions. One, from 99% men was of astonishment and near anger. How could I do something like this? Was something messed up in my inner game? Did I have a brain tumor I was wearing a hat to hide? The other 99% females was it’s about time! You must have figured out woman really want romance, blah, blah, blah… Yeah I’m listening to that CRAP!

First off I didn’t say I was going to roll up my cock and put it away somewhere in cold storage. I didn’t say I was going to stop fucking every chick that met my fancy, and sure as hell I aint stopping loving that wonderful Pink and Squishy, warm and wet, soft and enveloping area of a woman us men call a pussy:). I’m not sure what idiot dreamed all this up, but fuck, get your head out your ass. OK enough of the cursing for this blog. One of my goals is to stop cursing so much and start lying more.

Anyway I figured it would be understood why I was leaving PUA behind and start thinking more forward, but I was wrong. You see, to me Pick-Up is very limited in its thinking. I mean I know a bunch of Pick Up Artists that are considered masters in their fields. There are guys who I always seem to really connect with and have an understanding of them more than I do of others. I mean I like Mystery and guys like him, but I can’t say that he would be my friend if we lived close. I wouldn’t say guys like that wouldn’t either but I’m more inclined to natural guys who don’t use gimmicks and tricks to get what they want, but more like people like Alex Alman and Jae Ellis. Some of the nicest guys I have met in pick-up and normal too.

I see guys who attempt to be someone else when they do pick-up, someone fake, just to get laid and sorry my friends, getting laid is all its about. There are times for sex, and yeah I will admit, it most of the time, but to get interesting, you need to be interested. Let me repeat that, to get interesting, you need to be interested. The passionate confident male is always interested in interesting things. Its about taking in what life has to offer and appreciating it. I felt limited with this respect doing pick-up!

It started out as a life lesson when I read DYD from David D and then Mystery. I made that connection that so many of us do. Lets face it, many guys just don’t get it at all! The thing was though as my game got better and better on the outside, I noticed that more and more things on the inside started creeping and crawling until my inner game was filled with creepy crawlers eating at my brain. It almost seems like an oxymoron, but gaming women was corrupting my personal confidence. I believe I was starting to become more and more ingrained into being a pick-up artist rather than living and experiencing life to its fullest.

I have seen so many guys in this niche start to loose their identities in the hopes of becoming a ladies man, but I challenge this notion. Isn’t one of the reasons you got into pick-up was because you were deserving a relationship. Now it just seems like everything you are doing is about gaming, while your personal identity slips away. I have seen many a man, good people, completely change and become someone else. I am not anybody else, I am just JunkyFungus, but a whole lot smarter than I was a couple of years ago. Of course I plan to fuck my way through Memphis, but at the same time I plan to also seek out life.

Stop being something that you aren’t. Don’t let pick up consume your life, let life consume the pick up. Enjoy.

Today I made huge progress in my Life Awareness skills I have been honing. I just feel so much better and the progress is evidential in my outlook and life shines with optimism. I started the day out by not writing my New Years Resolutions, or goals but by asking myself if I could have the perfect day, without any limitations, what would that day be like. I wrote out my answer and I didn’t even have to think about it, not one bit. The answer just flowed from my mind and I wrote it all in present tense.

I subscribe to a website called FinerMinds.com and it’s like an inspirational blog of sorts. It’s very cool because, since New Years, I have struggled a bit with what I actually wanted to put down to paper. Well I say paper, but I really mean, Mac Pages. So today I was like I really need to get this done, I need to find the inner strength to really get a grip on 2009 goals. Wouldn’t you know it, just as I released my thoughts to the universe, expecting completely an answer, I get the FinnerMinds email and sure enough the topic is writing goals for 2009. The Universe unfolded before me.

I spent a good part of the morning writing my ideal day and I must say I have big dreams and know I will achieve them. One of the things that I ask myself whenever I am about to do anything is: If I do this will it bring me closer to my goals? If it does I continue, if it doesn’t I know I am choosing to push myself away from that which I desire. It’s a choice that everyone should make and keep.

I remember a long-time ago when I worked for this telemarketing call center in California. It was a pretty cool job overall until I corrupted my mind. That’s another story though! My boss, Brett, told us that there was an amazing correlation of success minded individuals. He said that of all the people in the free world only 4% of them set goals for themselves. Of those 4% only 1% wrote those goals down. The correlation was that in all the free world only 4% of the population was financially secure, and only 1% of them were financially independent. It’s a pretty profound correlation that has had tremendous impact on my life.

After all those years, and believe me it was many ago, this is the very first year I have written my goals down. It’s amazing to me that I have even come this far and although I have been successful, I am not nearly as successful as my wildest dreams and this is the year I will be. I am that confident!

I’ve come to realize that sometime sticking to the very core principals, the basics of life, the foundations of social dynamics, you get the absolute best results. Tonight I stuck with some basic product and started a basic conversation with a hottie Barista at BuckyStars. I have had tremendous success and it is the best conversation I have ever had with her. Even my relationship with my assistant has reached new accords in my book today.

I am just so happy I can share with my readers this progress I have made.

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