I met someone with my name today. He and I played raquetball. He had an uncanny resemblence to my first crush's older brother. (dude... Ben was Fucking-with a capital "f" hot.. I mean boots, fuck! oh whatever....)
I felt kind of bad when I had to cut the game short due to physical exhaustion (I had already played raquetball by myself for 40 minutes, eclipsed 3.2 miles, walked .75 miles, done weights and stretched. I was on my way home when he challenged me for a game and proceeded to kick my ass)
I wonder why I suck so bad at the ball games. I am physically athletic, I can run for a long distance and throw 90lb bitches pretty damn far, and I can do neat tricks with my tummy muscles... but the ball games evade me.
I guess it's because I am so wonderful at everything else! (And I am gonna keep on telling myself that...)
I felt kind of bad when I had to cut the game short due to physical exhaustion (I had already played raquetball by myself for 40 minutes, eclipsed 3.2 miles, walked .75 miles, done weights and stretched. I was on my way home when he challenged me for a game and proceeded to kick my ass)
I wonder why I suck so bad at the ball games. I am physically athletic, I can run for a long distance and throw 90lb bitches pretty damn far, and I can do neat tricks with my tummy muscles... but the ball games evade me.
I guess it's because I am so wonderful at everything else! (And I am gonna keep on telling myself that...)
edc
man, i actually failed raquetball in college.