denver was nice. the mountains are big. i peed on the continental divide. and when i was runnung back up the side of the mountain after my liquor induced need to release, i was totally out of breathe. 12,000 feet up, not so much air. boy i drank too much out there. had a couple microbrew beers. a bit too sweet.
i wouldnt mind living in the mountains. ive found a couple places lately i wouldnt mind retiring too. good god, thats probably a long ways away. ug, work. so yeah, im going to get my denver and sturgis pictures up sometime this week. theres just so many to go through and im so lazy. and im going to bed now. not because im lazy. well maybe because im lazy, but moreso because its late and i have to get up tomorrow. i guess we all have to get up tomorrow. otherwise we'd be dead, right?
i wouldnt mind living in the mountains. ive found a couple places lately i wouldnt mind retiring too. good god, thats probably a long ways away. ug, work. so yeah, im going to get my denver and sturgis pictures up sometime this week. theres just so many to go through and im so lazy. and im going to bed now. not because im lazy. well maybe because im lazy, but moreso because its late and i have to get up tomorrow. i guess we all have to get up tomorrow. otherwise we'd be dead, right?
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My dad and I have always had a sort of friendly rivalry with teams and such. He's a Cubs fan, so naturally I became a White Sox fan (I think I was seven when I became serious about them). None of my favorite teams are home teams (in fact, I despise all the teams that I could consider the "home" team). Actually, none of them are even in the same city.