"you look just like the guy on trading spaces," a lady in the elevator said to me today. i'm guessing this is some sort of television program that i've never heard of before. right now i'm wondering if this is one of those "all asians look the same" sort of things or if there is someone whose likeness appears in boob tubes everywhere that really does have a resemblance to yours truly. i'm leaning towards the former.
the weekend more than met it's top billing expectations. paintball on saturday was as exhausting as it was exhillarating. it took me a few games to get into the feel of things but after about my third scenario the old instincts and reflexes were primed and ready to kick some serious ass. at the end of the day, i think i tallied about 20 kills. my highlight of the day was eliminating three people that were staked out in a series of small rooms. i went around creeping and peeping taking them out one at a time. the last guy drew a bead on my ass but missed when i dove and rolled behind cover. then i flanked the fool and shot him through a four inch crack in the wall. i don't think he was too pleased when i said, "get off my field, SUCKA!" after i blasted his ass. of course i'm paying the price, the body doesn't respond as well to running, crawling, ducking, diving, and crouching as it used to. my back is stiff and my legs are sore, getting up and sitting down is pure torture. but the masochist inside me be lovin it, fo sho'.
i'm battling a case of the got-to-take-care-of-a-bunch-of-rich-fucks-on-my-birthday blues so i'm off for a bit of healing tonite at king king on hollywood in hollywood. any and all lovers of the blues are strongly encouraged to come with.
the weekend more than met it's top billing expectations. paintball on saturday was as exhausting as it was exhillarating. it took me a few games to get into the feel of things but after about my third scenario the old instincts and reflexes were primed and ready to kick some serious ass. at the end of the day, i think i tallied about 20 kills. my highlight of the day was eliminating three people that were staked out in a series of small rooms. i went around creeping and peeping taking them out one at a time. the last guy drew a bead on my ass but missed when i dove and rolled behind cover. then i flanked the fool and shot him through a four inch crack in the wall. i don't think he was too pleased when i said, "get off my field, SUCKA!" after i blasted his ass. of course i'm paying the price, the body doesn't respond as well to running, crawling, ducking, diving, and crouching as it used to. my back is stiff and my legs are sore, getting up and sitting down is pure torture. but the masochist inside me be lovin it, fo sho'.
i'm battling a case of the got-to-take-care-of-a-bunch-of-rich-fucks-on-my-birthday blues so i'm off for a bit of healing tonite at king king on hollywood in hollywood. any and all lovers of the blues are strongly encouraged to come with.
thirtyseven:
when i read the first sentence only, the first thought that popped into my head was "this is a woman who things all asians look alike" 
voltaire:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRR... she thought you were cute, and was looking for a way to get you to talk.....not everyone is an asshole......