I had a beautiful, model-hot woman call my busted ass "gorgeous" today. That is akin to striking gold or winning the social-retard-nerd Powerball. I think the man upstairs finally made it through his backlog of ridiculous requests for world peace and found my wishlist, and maybe conceded that I haven't been a complete douche with my life... I'll know this is the case if I also wake up tomorrow with a beard that doesn't look like I have mange and perhaps some straight teeth, or priapism without the spinal injury. That would be a sweet malady right there, hoss.
In addition, I'm accidentally sober again. This time I'm certain that it is not a portent of impending doom, but rather a reprieve. I accept.
Also, I had a killer leg workout at the gym today. The things that are filling my "winning" column are starting to dwarf the "sucking" one, fo' sho'.
Stay classy, assholes.
In addition, I'm accidentally sober again. This time I'm certain that it is not a portent of impending doom, but rather a reprieve. I accept.
Also, I had a killer leg workout at the gym today. The things that are filling my "winning" column are starting to dwarf the "sucking" one, fo' sho'.
Stay classy, assholes.
Some advice, as the Dos Equis guy would say, "Stay thirsty, my friend."