Ok, so I got home today and discovered that one of my more more impressive corals (a hot pink carnation coral, if anyone gives a shit) is in serious need of some Viagra. Usually it is puffed up and happy but today it looks like Rosanne Barr flashed it. This does not make me happy. Maybe one of the SG girls can stop on by my place and cheer it up! 
On the upside, I have a fresh stock of Reaper Ale Mortality Stout in the fridge . . . boy do I love living 5 blocks from Hi-Times!
Tonight is going to be my first day back to training since I tore my bicep. Not quite sure which mountain is going to be next but I am going to summit the bastard come hell or high water. I gave the arm a good test last night and things seem pretty good even if I have a LONG way to get back to where I was in December. Let's see if I can keep my body in one piece this time.
Of couse, there is no news on the dating front . . . still can't belive the ex left me because I have more holes punched in my ears than I have fingers . . . as though she hadn't seen pictures of when my hair was down to my ass, shaved on the sides and dyed black and purple.
Note to self - find girl who likes former freaks, eating great food, loud cars and lots of sex. Hiltonites need not apply, funky colored hair a plus . . .
Final thoughts for the evening:
Tomorrow is St Pactrick's day and everyone is going to be wearing green and stupid buttons that say 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'
Screw that! I'm going to wear red and a button that says 'Fuck me, I'm Hungarian'
On the upside, I have a fresh stock of Reaper Ale Mortality Stout in the fridge . . . boy do I love living 5 blocks from Hi-Times!
Tonight is going to be my first day back to training since I tore my bicep. Not quite sure which mountain is going to be next but I am going to summit the bastard come hell or high water. I gave the arm a good test last night and things seem pretty good even if I have a LONG way to get back to where I was in December. Let's see if I can keep my body in one piece this time.
Of couse, there is no news on the dating front . . . still can't belive the ex left me because I have more holes punched in my ears than I have fingers . . . as though she hadn't seen pictures of when my hair was down to my ass, shaved on the sides and dyed black and purple.
Note to self - find girl who likes former freaks, eating great food, loud cars and lots of sex. Hiltonites need not apply, funky colored hair a plus . . .
Final thoughts for the evening:
Tomorrow is St Pactrick's day and everyone is going to be wearing green and stupid buttons that say 'Kiss me, I'm Irish'
Screw that! I'm going to wear red and a button that says 'Fuck me, I'm Hungarian'
stiles:
I could have sworn I left a comment here.