// 053 // the last numbered post was Lance's birthday...
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Obviously my knee ain't gettin' much better. At least I can kind of walk and twist enough to hit a golf ball. It's better than Norway, but. Fuck.
Fuckin' rights. This is the fucking life.
Since me and Joey can't seem to leave each other's sides lately, we both decided to enter this golf tourny I was lookin' at. So, this weekend, we headed down to Miami for some charity work in the form of driving around in a golf cart, playing a few rounds.
I seriously just can't let him out of my sight these days. Even at the opening party...where that picture is from...usually, we'd do some pictures together, then split up and make the rounds with all the other celebrities before meeting back up. But nah. I barely even care how obvious it probably is. Honestly, how much of a blip on the media front would it be if I grabbed him and humped him in the middle of the party? Between Britney's weekly problems with her kids, and Angelina and Brad and their hoard of kids, and all these albums comin' out left right and centre...No one would care. But, that's cool. It's kind of nice to be able to sort of blend in, but still go to events and a few people wanna take your picture.
Now if only my fucking knee would stop hurting so I could get back out doin' my runs every day. I haven't been able to since before Norway, and you can tell. The fat is comin' right back. Fuck.
Obviously my knee ain't gettin' much better. At least I can kind of walk and twist enough to hit a golf ball. It's better than Norway, but. Fuck.
Fuckin' rights. This is the fucking life.
Since me and Joey can't seem to leave each other's sides lately, we both decided to enter this golf tourny I was lookin' at. So, this weekend, we headed down to Miami for some charity work in the form of driving around in a golf cart, playing a few rounds.
I seriously just can't let him out of my sight these days. Even at the opening party...where that picture is from...usually, we'd do some pictures together, then split up and make the rounds with all the other celebrities before meeting back up. But nah. I barely even care how obvious it probably is. Honestly, how much of a blip on the media front would it be if I grabbed him and humped him in the middle of the party? Between Britney's weekly problems with her kids, and Angelina and Brad and their hoard of kids, and all these albums comin' out left right and centre...No one would care. But, that's cool. It's kind of nice to be able to sort of blend in, but still go to events and a few people wanna take your picture.
Now if only my fucking knee would stop hurting so I could get back out doin' my runs every day. I haven't been able to since before Norway, and you can tell. The fat is comin' right back. Fuck.