Drunk Sore Playplace Affliction Sushi
Drunk
Friday started after midnight Thursday. My son likes to sneak out of bed and watch TV late at night. I caught him midway through a session of Mythbusters. The issue for me is that I have to take a mess of pills to sleep - a double or triple shot of sleeping pills plus Xanax. Then I have to be in bed during a very specific period or the "moment passes". Well I had to stay up to make sure he stayed down and missed the golden hourso already ODed on sleeping pills and Xanax I decided to do the logical thing and hit the Scotch. Blame the Whiskey Group - it got me thinking about that bottle of 21yo Macallan.
Anyway I would like to apologize to the Myspace pages of SG Lainey and Sassie. I really thought I was funny at the time. I mean I was in tears.
Chiiiiiipmuuuuuunk!
Sore
Work has had me slacking off at the gym the last 5 or 6 months. I went from years of 10-12+ hours a week working out to maybe 2-3 times a week an hour at a time at the most. I hate watching myself shrink. Earlier this week I got out the tape - I had to do it. My shoulders and chest were 58" - the first time they've measured under 60" in years. My arms were barely 18". Worse still, my neck. My neck is perilously close to dropping under 20".
I am getting a neck. A definable neck.
Crap I am becoming a scrawny pencil necked puke.
So I am back at the gym come hell or high water. I did my first serious legs in months on Wednesday - my squats are down at least 200 pounds. Thursday was chest - bench down at least 100. Crap.
The worst was today. I was sore. Actually sore. I haven't been sore in years. I don't get sore. Other people get sore. I laugh at worthless pukes who get sore.
I was sore. I suck.
Playplace{/I]
Friday was a no school day. It was my day to have the kids, so I took my daughter to the white trash Chuck E Cheese - McDonalds Playplace. It was full of kids, so my daughter was happy. It had several good looking moms and one seriously hot nanny, so I was happy. Does that make me a perv? Oh well - I am what I am. For the record though Chuck E Cheese has the hottest moms anywhere. Seriously.
One bummer though - I was in the mood for Zevon and for some reason "Life'll Kill Ya" was no longer on my iPod. I had all his other stuff, but I was in the mood for "My Shit's Fucked Up".
Why do some women's bodies get so much hotter after they have kids? I mean for some their asses just get incredible after. Must have something to do with the plasticity of the pelvic symphysis. Genetics is a weird thing.
Anyway I learned something today - evidently if you are a 7yo boy my daughter is HOT. They were all chasing her. Not a time to be slacking off in the gym - as in for the next 15 years. Is it too early to reserve her a SG alias?
Affliction
So Laura is shopping for a dress to wear to the Marines Ball and she passes by a shop that has a bunch of Affliction stuff. Yes, I have a bunch of Affliction stuff. So she texts me that all the guys there looking at Affliction stuff "look like you". What does that mean? How do you take that?
Sushi
I love sushi. I love going to sushi restaurants. For some reason - it never fails - sushi waitresses LOVE me. Like at times nearly to a level of a lap dance. They press against me, touch me all the time, will stand at the opposite side of the table from the person they are serving just so they have to lean past me and press against me. It's crazy. And of course I love it.
I wish the whole world was a sushi restaurant.
My theory has been that Japanese women (and other SEA women - many around here are actually Korean) like large, muscular mean looking Caucasians. Nothing really to base this on other than my personal experience. It is so crazy that I usually never say anything - especially to people who've never been to sushi restaurants with me - and just wait 'till they notice and say something to me. And it has happened coast to coast.
It is so out of control that Laura hardly even gets mad - she just laughs "I guess I'm invisible - ha ha ha". Though for some reason she prefers that we pretty much order sushi out these days.
So I am waiting for the sushi to be ready and unless I am completely crazy the waitress is flirting with me. And she's not even Asian. She is gorgeous though - close cropped short dark hair, great figure, cute as hell. I'm a guy, so unless a waitress more or less jumps into my lap (only happened a couple of times) or everyone else around me is like "dude, she's totally into you - you could hit that" I have no real idea if she was flirting or not. But I chose to think she was. It made my night.
That, and Sakura Akron now has Natto. Natto Te-Maki, please! Hell Yeah!
My sushi (I have pics of that, but I'm not quite enough of a perv to take a secret pic of the waitress):
Oh, and I'd rather be fishing.
Drunk
Friday started after midnight Thursday. My son likes to sneak out of bed and watch TV late at night. I caught him midway through a session of Mythbusters. The issue for me is that I have to take a mess of pills to sleep - a double or triple shot of sleeping pills plus Xanax. Then I have to be in bed during a very specific period or the "moment passes". Well I had to stay up to make sure he stayed down and missed the golden hourso already ODed on sleeping pills and Xanax I decided to do the logical thing and hit the Scotch. Blame the Whiskey Group - it got me thinking about that bottle of 21yo Macallan.
Anyway I would like to apologize to the Myspace pages of SG Lainey and Sassie. I really thought I was funny at the time. I mean I was in tears.
Chiiiiiipmuuuuuunk!
Sore
Work has had me slacking off at the gym the last 5 or 6 months. I went from years of 10-12+ hours a week working out to maybe 2-3 times a week an hour at a time at the most. I hate watching myself shrink. Earlier this week I got out the tape - I had to do it. My shoulders and chest were 58" - the first time they've measured under 60" in years. My arms were barely 18". Worse still, my neck. My neck is perilously close to dropping under 20".
I am getting a neck. A definable neck.
Crap I am becoming a scrawny pencil necked puke.
So I am back at the gym come hell or high water. I did my first serious legs in months on Wednesday - my squats are down at least 200 pounds. Thursday was chest - bench down at least 100. Crap.
The worst was today. I was sore. Actually sore. I haven't been sore in years. I don't get sore. Other people get sore. I laugh at worthless pukes who get sore.
I was sore. I suck.
Playplace{/I]
Friday was a no school day. It was my day to have the kids, so I took my daughter to the white trash Chuck E Cheese - McDonalds Playplace. It was full of kids, so my daughter was happy. It had several good looking moms and one seriously hot nanny, so I was happy. Does that make me a perv? Oh well - I am what I am. For the record though Chuck E Cheese has the hottest moms anywhere. Seriously.
One bummer though - I was in the mood for Zevon and for some reason "Life'll Kill Ya" was no longer on my iPod. I had all his other stuff, but I was in the mood for "My Shit's Fucked Up".
Why do some women's bodies get so much hotter after they have kids? I mean for some their asses just get incredible after. Must have something to do with the plasticity of the pelvic symphysis. Genetics is a weird thing.
Anyway I learned something today - evidently if you are a 7yo boy my daughter is HOT. They were all chasing her. Not a time to be slacking off in the gym - as in for the next 15 years. Is it too early to reserve her a SG alias?
Affliction
So Laura is shopping for a dress to wear to the Marines Ball and she passes by a shop that has a bunch of Affliction stuff. Yes, I have a bunch of Affliction stuff. So she texts me that all the guys there looking at Affliction stuff "look like you". What does that mean? How do you take that?
Sushi
I love sushi. I love going to sushi restaurants. For some reason - it never fails - sushi waitresses LOVE me. Like at times nearly to a level of a lap dance. They press against me, touch me all the time, will stand at the opposite side of the table from the person they are serving just so they have to lean past me and press against me. It's crazy. And of course I love it.
I wish the whole world was a sushi restaurant.
My theory has been that Japanese women (and other SEA women - many around here are actually Korean) like large, muscular mean looking Caucasians. Nothing really to base this on other than my personal experience. It is so crazy that I usually never say anything - especially to people who've never been to sushi restaurants with me - and just wait 'till they notice and say something to me. And it has happened coast to coast.
It is so out of control that Laura hardly even gets mad - she just laughs "I guess I'm invisible - ha ha ha". Though for some reason she prefers that we pretty much order sushi out these days.
So I am waiting for the sushi to be ready and unless I am completely crazy the waitress is flirting with me. And she's not even Asian. She is gorgeous though - close cropped short dark hair, great figure, cute as hell. I'm a guy, so unless a waitress more or less jumps into my lap (only happened a couple of times) or everyone else around me is like "dude, she's totally into you - you could hit that" I have no real idea if she was flirting or not. But I chose to think she was. It made my night.
That, and Sakura Akron now has Natto. Natto Te-Maki, please! Hell Yeah!
My sushi (I have pics of that, but I'm not quite enough of a perv to take a secret pic of the waitress):
Oh, and I'd rather be fishing.
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raleigh1:
thanks for the friendship and kind words, i find ohio people to be great people...i miss ohio. 
sassie:
thanks for the love on my baltimore bistro set! 