milling of tread.
Today's pretty not-bad. Tried to be a wild and crazy guy last night, celebrate the fourth. Bought a six-pack. woo. goin' nuts up in the hizzy. Didn't finish it. Got about half-way through, got sleepy. Also, since quitting smoking...beer tastes like shit in an old shoe. What's with that? I have three beers left, and some people might be coming over tonight. Kind of hope they don't though. They all smoke and I'd just rather watch Dune instead.
I need to buy tennis shoes. shoes for the running. the milling of tread. I have a treadmill.
That is the wierdest fucking word ever.
treadmill.
sounds unnatural.
fucking wierd, man.
David.
I need to buy tennis shoes. shoes for the running. the milling of tread. I have a treadmill.
That is the wierdest fucking word ever.
treadmill.
sounds unnatural.
fucking wierd, man.
David.