Whoa, the fights were so great, I wish I could go tonight and tomorrow night, too! 
People from our gym have had mixed success - some won, some lost. Then, there were the ones whose fighters wouldn't fight them or who dropped out on their own. Oh well.
There was this one guy, Fabian, who was awesome! He's kind of a big dude (looks like he's not in the best shape at first - in the 201+ pounds division). Wednesday, he fought some guy who was big but looked slim, muscular, very much in shape. That poor dude got all his shit broken - blood everywhere . Then, last night Fabian was up again (believe me, I was scared) but against a HUGE dude - I've never seen such a big chest/shoulder area. He beat that guy's ass, too! I was so impressed by his strength, endurance, and the range. No girl fights yet 
, but there were a lot of other good fighters.
So, last night I finally start opening up some of my mail and there were a pair of tickets to a Platinum Comedy Series with MO'NIQUE & FRIENDS! WHOA! Who wants to go? ME, OF COURSE! I fucking LOVE the Queens of Comedy! But, WHO the fuck sent me these tickets? I don't know no Julie Mzinowski (that's not it - I forget, i'll write it when I get home) or whoever! Whoever she is, she fucking sent me - my full name and address - two tickets! Who the fuck is she? I'm paranoid, what kind of dopey friend of mine wouldn't tell me? Enrique's ex sent some kids to graffiti his truck last week (which is why I missed the SGSF BBQ
), and then she called his job and tried to get him fired. She doesn't know me (I think), but if I don't figure out who sent me these tickets, I ain't going! I'll whoop her ass in person, but I ain't going to no set-up. [yes, paranoia - the constant level of anxiety has been disturbed]
My mother is going to kick my motherfucking ass! I traded in my car (Dodge Neon) for a used SUV (Lincoln Navigator)! It's so smoking hot 
and it's the craziest purchase of my life, but I love it. The reason I can afford to do this is b/c E and I are supposed to move in together and he's going to pay the rent (he has a normal salary, not like my pathetic student salary). Both of these things are going to come as a shock to her, but what can I say? I feel good about these decisions. She's still going to try to say no, though, but I've already signed the contracts. 
I haven't gone to either gym since Monday and I feel like I'm getting better from this allergy bullshit. I need to go back, tho, so I can start training for the Golden Gloves next year!!
People from our gym have had mixed success - some won, some lost. Then, there were the ones whose fighters wouldn't fight them or who dropped out on their own. Oh well.
There was this one guy, Fabian, who was awesome! He's kind of a big dude (looks like he's not in the best shape at first - in the 201+ pounds division). Wednesday, he fought some guy who was big but looked slim, muscular, very much in shape. That poor dude got all his shit broken - blood everywhere
. Then, last night Fabian was up again (believe me, I was scared) but against a HUGE dude - I've never seen such a big chest/shoulder area. He beat that guy's ass, too! I was so impressed by his strength, endurance, and the range. No girl fights yet , but there were a lot of other good fighters.
So, last night I finally start opening up some of my mail and there were a pair of tickets to a Platinum Comedy Series with MO'NIQUE & FRIENDS! WHOA! Who wants to go? ME, OF COURSE! I fucking LOVE the Queens of Comedy! But, WHO the fuck sent me these tickets? I don't know no Julie Mzinowski (that's not it - I forget, i'll write it when I get home) or whoever! Whoever she is, she fucking sent me - my full name and address - two tickets! Who the fuck is she? I'm paranoid, what kind of dopey friend of mine wouldn't tell me? Enrique's ex sent some kids to graffiti his truck last week (which is why I missed the SGSF BBQ
), and then she called his job and tried to get him fired. She doesn't know me (I think), but if I don't figure out who sent me these tickets, I ain't going! I'll whoop her ass in person, but I ain't going to no set-up. [yes, paranoia - the constant level of anxiety has been disturbed]
My mother is going to kick my motherfucking ass!
I traded in my car (Dodge Neon) for a used SUV (Lincoln Navigator)! It's so smoking hot and it's the craziest purchase of my life, but I love it. The reason I can afford to do this is b/c E and I are supposed to move in together and he's going to pay the rent (he has a normal salary, not like my pathetic student salary). Both of these things are going to come as a shock to her, but what can I say? I feel good about these decisions. She's still going to try to say no, though, but I've already signed the contracts.
I haven't gone to either gym since Monday and I feel like I'm getting better from this allergy bullshit. I need to go back, tho, so I can start training for the Golden Gloves next year!!
cool i emailed ya back....so far ill be playin it by ear...cuz i havent found anything specific going on for when i will be there...another friend of mine will fly in for a couple of days too...im hopeing we can all get together...im down with about anything...im looking forward to getting away from rehab and drug tests and meetings.
see ya soon!