no no no no no no. no.
today between leaving baby gap and heading to cracker barrel where i ate chicken fried chicken with white gravy, two servings of maccaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes with brown gravy, two biscuits and a co-cola, i saw a woman having a seizure in her car.
after further meditation on this, i came to the conclusion that she was probably "dancing" to "music".
last night in magic draft i was playing against a man who was between the ages of 45 and 55, was wearing a gray cannonball run tshirt, blue jean shorts, white sneakers and a large laminated DCI member card clipped to his shirt and with a straight face he casually mentioned to me that the scabs on his fingers were from his martial arts training where he punches a tree daily for endurance.
also, i want to mention that i am giving up. im done, completely. dont want to do it anymore. so tired. need lobotomy but im a colorless short. thats all i guess. but its true.
after further meditation on this, i came to the conclusion that she was probably "dancing" to "music".
last night in magic draft i was playing against a man who was between the ages of 45 and 55, was wearing a gray cannonball run tshirt, blue jean shorts, white sneakers and a large laminated DCI member card clipped to his shirt and with a straight face he casually mentioned to me that the scabs on his fingers were from his martial arts training where he punches a tree daily for endurance.
also, i want to mention that i am giving up. im done, completely. dont want to do it anymore. so tired. need lobotomy but im a colorless short. thats all i guess. but its true.