snakeplissken

I'm back to Oregon, where the necks are flesh colored. Thank god. It was a goodish time. I bought new clothes at a fat guy store, my first new shoes in many, many years, and ate too much. The flight back I upgraded to Economy Plus and had to sit next to this Triathlon douchebag who gave me the "oh great a fat guy" look. Now don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with sports, but I hate when people go way out of their way to let you know they're a sports guy. This guy, for instance, was wearing the fancy ultra-wicking sweat reducing hat, a tshirt that touted his participation in a triathlon, and he was still wearing the goddamn paper bracelet from the event. Also, every time he brushed his leg up against mine I got stubble poked. I hope all that training pays off for you when you run a red on your bike and I nail your ass with my car because I'm balls deep in a steak sandwich and don't see you in time.

Rant over, I gotta go stir my chili and be fat.