"Fast Cars, Danger, Fire, and Knives"
So I got back from the soccer tournament in Fort Dix (chuckle) New Jersey. We won our first three games (2-0,3-0, 1-0 respectively) and then lost the last one on a questionable penalty kick with a minute left to play. But it was fun. I played really well, owning the midfield and shit. I'm sore as fuck though... I feel like a piñata after a ten year old's birthday party. My left knee is like purple from an assortment of bruises, then I got these two cleat marks that run alarmingly close to my, erm, groin region.
But no one really wants to hear bout my soccer-playing. So I will save you all.
One thing about New Jersey- and I know a lot of people give New Jersey shit for being, well, a cesspool of pollution and grime and swamps and generally unpleasant things but I say this with the utmost respect, being a former resident- is that there's an ungodly amount of roadkill. And I gave it a good think, and I decided that the poor creatures who's torn-apart little bodies are strewn across the streets must have just been phenomonally depressed, which is understandable because they're living in New Jersey. But it's quite depressing in itself to see the suicidal woodland creatures of the Garden State decomposing underneath the endless grumble of traffic... *sigh*.
That's all for now folks.
Oh- I learned that we rented a beach house for Cali. So, that makes it a little bit better, I guess.
But I ain't got a wingman to pick up chicks with, and it aint like I need a wingman, but I'm more comfortable with one. I dunno. It's like, I'm used to being a team player and combining my mojo with someone else (thats sounds gross... hmmm) and capitalizing with the added power, so going solo may be rough. But I'm also wicked sexy and super cool (except I say shit like "combining my mojo with someone else"... not-so super cool), so on the beach that may work to my benefit. If anyone wishes to share some strategies regarding lone wolfing it on the beach, I'm all ears.
Peace
But no one really wants to hear bout my soccer-playing. So I will save you all.
One thing about New Jersey- and I know a lot of people give New Jersey shit for being, well, a cesspool of pollution and grime and swamps and generally unpleasant things but I say this with the utmost respect, being a former resident- is that there's an ungodly amount of roadkill. And I gave it a good think, and I decided that the poor creatures who's torn-apart little bodies are strewn across the streets must have just been phenomonally depressed, which is understandable because they're living in New Jersey. But it's quite depressing in itself to see the suicidal woodland creatures of the Garden State decomposing underneath the endless grumble of traffic... *sigh*.
That's all for now folks.
Oh- I learned that we rented a beach house for Cali. So, that makes it a little bit better, I guess.
But I ain't got a wingman to pick up chicks with, and it aint like I need a wingman, but I'm more comfortable with one. I dunno. It's like, I'm used to being a team player and combining my mojo with someone else (thats sounds gross... hmmm) and capitalizing with the added power, so going solo may be rough. But I'm also wicked sexy and super cool (except I say shit like "combining my mojo with someone else"... not-so super cool), so on the beach that may work to my benefit. If anyone wishes to share some strategies regarding lone wolfing it on the beach, I'm all ears.
Peace