Looking good, Billy Ray! Feeling good, Lewis!
I woke up feeling shitty. Like my back hurt (and still does), I was congested, and my head hurt.
But a bagel and a cup of black coffee are the perfect remedy for anything that ales ya.
Kinda drifting lately. Trying to enjoy my time left in Richmond as much as I can. This has meant more drinking, but more fun experiences as well.
I'm doing what I can to cut back on the drinking, though. I realize that in a month and a half my every move may (and most likely will) be scrutinized by the team and the viewing public.
How does that look if one of the faces of the Hillcats is fall-down drunk at Mudpuppy's after the game?
I am, however, looking most forward to the road games. Spending six or seven days on the road at a time will help me get a feel for the travelling and networking end of the business. It will also afford me the opportunity of the ever-coveted "Hoes in different area codes."
Shibby.
After Rochelle I've realized that I put too much stock in finding "The One."
I've never really just dated before, and I need to learn how to just talk to a girl and maybe go out a time or two without thinking five years down the road.
Once again, the "Hoes in different area codes" idea is where I'm hoping this will all come into play.
My only problem is, after two years of being alone, and a month of having all the confidence in the world from having a girlfriend, I've now been thrust back into the "lack of confidence" dome.
I know I'm somewhat attractive. I heard the word "cute" a time or two. I just can't really get that extra motivation to say hello to someone and keep a conversation going.
Ah well. I've always had faith that if there's room for improvement, I'll take the necessary steps to be the best person that I can be.
Shoop shooba dooby...like scooby dooby.
But a bagel and a cup of black coffee are the perfect remedy for anything that ales ya.
Kinda drifting lately. Trying to enjoy my time left in Richmond as much as I can. This has meant more drinking, but more fun experiences as well.
I'm doing what I can to cut back on the drinking, though. I realize that in a month and a half my every move may (and most likely will) be scrutinized by the team and the viewing public.
How does that look if one of the faces of the Hillcats is fall-down drunk at Mudpuppy's after the game?
I am, however, looking most forward to the road games. Spending six or seven days on the road at a time will help me get a feel for the travelling and networking end of the business. It will also afford me the opportunity of the ever-coveted "Hoes in different area codes."
Shibby.
After Rochelle I've realized that I put too much stock in finding "The One."
I've never really just dated before, and I need to learn how to just talk to a girl and maybe go out a time or two without thinking five years down the road.
Once again, the "Hoes in different area codes" idea is where I'm hoping this will all come into play.
My only problem is, after two years of being alone, and a month of having all the confidence in the world from having a girlfriend, I've now been thrust back into the "lack of confidence" dome.
I know I'm somewhat attractive. I heard the word "cute" a time or two. I just can't really get that extra motivation to say hello to someone and keep a conversation going.
Ah well. I've always had faith that if there's room for improvement, I'll take the necessary steps to be the best person that I can be.
Shoop shooba dooby...like scooby dooby.