Party at Dr. Fink's house!
I'll explain in a second, but first:
1)Cheryl is a stupidhead, and an old hag.
2)Norfolk and Virginia Beach are horrible, terrible cities and I pray for their destruction nightly.
Dr. Fink is going to South Africa in December, and he's going to be gone for three weeks. I'm going to be feeding his cat and fish while he's gone. He told me that if I wanted, I'd be more than welcome to stay there. I told him I'd hold parties there while he was gone :D
I dunno what's going on, but my foot has been killing me. I think it's a bone spur or something. Whatever it is, it used to bother me in marching band, and would stop once the season was over. It would come back every now and then, but it wouldn't stay for long. My shoes have been worn out and it's caused it to come back. I bought new shoes, but it still hasn't gone away. With that said, I've still done a good job of getting to the Y and karate and working out, even if I have to hobble along once I'm done (and I've done some serious hobbling lately). And I've managed to shed a few pounds in the process.
And my sinuses have begun their seasonal rebellion. I've been really tired lately, and I think that's probably why. I've had a sore throat, and I started coughing today. In a couple of days I'll be hacking and sneezing. Great.
So with all this feeling shitty, I decided yesterday that I'd go outside and practice my karate. Except I procrastinated and didn't get started till 9 last night. So I went outside, in a T-shirt, shorts, and barefoot, and ran through all my kata with 5lb weights in my hands (god damn, I hate taikyoku). After about 4 kata though, my feet went numb from the cold and finally put some shoes on. I got really sweaty, and by the time I was done, you could see the steam coming off me.
There was this old dude in the weight room Saturday, and he had headphones on, which made him talk louder than he normally would have. My god, this man spewed a stream of obsceneties. He tried to get at something behind me while I was on the bench press. I hear. "Shit... Damn!" and then he says to me "Why the hell would they put that over there???" And then I hear him cussing from across the room. "FUCK... GODDAMMIT... SHIT..." loudly. And he sounded like Jimmy Stewart. wtf! I had trouble not laughing while I was lifting.
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How smart are you? Let Einstein quiz you - I got 2/5 the first time around, and then 4/5 on a second set of questions.
Awful Plastic Surgeries (not work safe). Pictures of celebrities' crappy plastic surgeries, including Tara Reid's grotesque looking breasts.
Virtual Bartender Type your request, and the bartender will do it. She's a tease and some of the stuff is pretty funny. Words that get a response:
Dog, Shoot, Fire, Beer, Pour, Belly Button, Feet, Laugh, Strip, Bend Over, Spread Legs, Kiss Girl, Message, Excercise, Kick, Fight, Sing, Dance, Mad, Pout, Jump, Model, Pillow, Party, Sleep, Make Love, Masturbate, Kiss, Show Bra, Hug, Lick Nipple, Show Panties, Show Bra, Boobs, Take a bath, Number, sing, muscles, splits, hand stand, cartwheel, push up, wiggle
And before any of you smartasses make any comments about how much time I spent guessing all those words - I didn't. Thay were already posted for me on a messageboard :)
So I've had several people tell me the read my journal because I'm entertaining. Someone even told me that they read my journal when they're feeling down because I always have something funny to say. There are a few people who read my journal who aren't on my friends list or don't even have an LJ. And that's fine by me. However, at times I feel I need to post entertaining or interesting stuff just to get it read. So what I'm saying, is that I'm flattered I have such an impact, I'm not the fucking court jester. And it isn't just my LJ, it's life in general. I always feel like I need to put on a show. Fuck it. I'm gonna dare to be boring.
1)Cheryl is a stupidhead, and an old hag.
2)Norfolk and Virginia Beach are horrible, terrible cities and I pray for their destruction nightly.
Dr. Fink is going to South Africa in December, and he's going to be gone for three weeks. I'm going to be feeding his cat and fish while he's gone. He told me that if I wanted, I'd be more than welcome to stay there. I told him I'd hold parties there while he was gone :D
I dunno what's going on, but my foot has been killing me. I think it's a bone spur or something. Whatever it is, it used to bother me in marching band, and would stop once the season was over. It would come back every now and then, but it wouldn't stay for long. My shoes have been worn out and it's caused it to come back. I bought new shoes, but it still hasn't gone away. With that said, I've still done a good job of getting to the Y and karate and working out, even if I have to hobble along once I'm done (and I've done some serious hobbling lately). And I've managed to shed a few pounds in the process.
And my sinuses have begun their seasonal rebellion. I've been really tired lately, and I think that's probably why. I've had a sore throat, and I started coughing today. In a couple of days I'll be hacking and sneezing. Great.
So with all this feeling shitty, I decided yesterday that I'd go outside and practice my karate. Except I procrastinated and didn't get started till 9 last night. So I went outside, in a T-shirt, shorts, and barefoot, and ran through all my kata with 5lb weights in my hands (god damn, I hate taikyoku). After about 4 kata though, my feet went numb from the cold and finally put some shoes on. I got really sweaty, and by the time I was done, you could see the steam coming off me.
There was this old dude in the weight room Saturday, and he had headphones on, which made him talk louder than he normally would have. My god, this man spewed a stream of obsceneties. He tried to get at something behind me while I was on the bench press. I hear. "Shit... Damn!" and then he says to me "Why the hell would they put that over there???" And then I hear him cussing from across the room. "FUCK... GODDAMMIT... SHIT..." loudly. And he sounded like Jimmy Stewart. wtf! I had trouble not laughing while I was lifting.
Keep spanking
Socratees
How smart are you? Let Einstein quiz you - I got 2/5 the first time around, and then 4/5 on a second set of questions.
Awful Plastic Surgeries (not work safe). Pictures of celebrities' crappy plastic surgeries, including Tara Reid's grotesque looking breasts.
Virtual Bartender Type your request, and the bartender will do it. She's a tease and some of the stuff is pretty funny. Words that get a response:
Dog, Shoot, Fire, Beer, Pour, Belly Button, Feet, Laugh, Strip, Bend Over, Spread Legs, Kiss Girl, Message, Excercise, Kick, Fight, Sing, Dance, Mad, Pout, Jump, Model, Pillow, Party, Sleep, Make Love, Masturbate, Kiss, Show Bra, Hug, Lick Nipple, Show Panties, Show Bra, Boobs, Take a bath, Number, sing, muscles, splits, hand stand, cartwheel, push up, wiggle
And before any of you smartasses make any comments about how much time I spent guessing all those words - I didn't. Thay were already posted for me on a messageboard :)
So I've had several people tell me the read my journal because I'm entertaining. Someone even told me that they read my journal when they're feeling down because I always have something funny to say. There are a few people who read my journal who aren't on my friends list or don't even have an LJ. And that's fine by me. However, at times I feel I need to post entertaining or interesting stuff just to get it read. So what I'm saying, is that I'm flattered I have such an impact, I'm not the fucking court jester. And it isn't just my LJ, it's life in general. I always feel like I need to put on a show. Fuck it. I'm gonna dare to be boring.