Wednesday: ...I'm sorry, pardon?
Christ, I'm distracted today. My mind is on overdrive lately.
Before I forget, here's a little sample of my Saturday night:
I'm smiling SO HARD in that picture, how awful. Anyway, that's Mariska Hargitay. Aside from Pink, she was the celebrity I most wanted to meet, so it was pretty much the best picture ever taken. I want her to adopt me. I'll even take her last name.
Not much about which to write today. Last night was fairly uneventful. After boxing, I bopped home while listening to X to the Z, then upon arriving home it was business as usual. Shower, dinner, pot and booty. I passed out around 12:30, which is entirely too late. I felt like a bag of assholes this morning. Thank the Christ for Yukon Blend.
OH. This morning, as per my regular routine, I was preparing something to take for lunch today. The only thing I would find was a can of tuna, so I whipped up a ghetto tuna sammich and threw it in a ziploc bag. After putting the stinky meal in my backpack, I went to the bathroom to make myself presentable. About 20 minutes later, I came back out to pack the rest of my shit up, and noticed that the sandwich went missing. I knew instantly what had happened, and looked around the corner to find the notorious Banapple Gas eating a hole through the bag, tuna all over his face and paws.
As soon as he saw me, he took off like a rocket and I didn't see him for the rest of the morning.
Suffice to say he's on my shit list. Especially since my lunch is now canned tomato soup.
Shadow of the day: Goldmine.
Christ, I'm distracted today. My mind is on overdrive lately.
Before I forget, here's a little sample of my Saturday night:
I'm smiling SO HARD in that picture, how awful. Anyway, that's Mariska Hargitay. Aside from Pink, she was the celebrity I most wanted to meet, so it was pretty much the best picture ever taken. I want her to adopt me. I'll even take her last name.
Not much about which to write today. Last night was fairly uneventful. After boxing, I bopped home while listening to X to the Z, then upon arriving home it was business as usual. Shower, dinner, pot and booty. I passed out around 12:30, which is entirely too late. I felt like a bag of assholes this morning. Thank the Christ for Yukon Blend.
OH. This morning, as per my regular routine, I was preparing something to take for lunch today. The only thing I would find was a can of tuna, so I whipped up a ghetto tuna sammich and threw it in a ziploc bag. After putting the stinky meal in my backpack, I went to the bathroom to make myself presentable. About 20 minutes later, I came back out to pack the rest of my shit up, and noticed that the sandwich went missing. I knew instantly what had happened, and looked around the corner to find the notorious Banapple Gas eating a hole through the bag, tuna all over his face and paws.
As soon as he saw me, he took off like a rocket and I didn't see him for the rest of the morning.
Suffice to say he's on my shit list. Especially since my lunch is now canned tomato soup.
Shadow of the day: Goldmine.
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fenchurch:
Nuthin I like better than touchin the ladies 
jem:
that picture is too fucking cute! and that lady...damn i've seen her on something but i can't remember what. hmmm....