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numb like the thumb
hit by the hammer
held by the guy
falling over drunk
fixing his life.
actually today was an ok day.
that's just one part of it.
woke up early. 8. and played a round in fairhope. the course is shit compared to tuscaloosa's. the baskets are in piss..piss poor condition and everything just seems tattered. shot a 2 over. not unhappy at all.
I had this idea that i wanted to contribute and help cook this year as my ever growing plan to expand and be a better man and somehow the offer seemed more of a problem than a help. women always want your help until you offer it freely and then its a hassle. so I got designated into a category. 'everything is taken care of. just make an appetizer.' kinda lost my creative vibe I had going but i made something anyways. shrimp stuffed mushrooms w/ garlic/basil/rosemary/bread crumbs/mayo/onions/wine. they were the best things we had the whole time. actually that might be pretentious. so what do i trust. given my track record of my cooking vs. my pretentiousness. it probably wasn't the best, but damnit it was good.
post turkey coma nap, rode home and watched 'mr. brooks'. not exactly a bring it together holiday movie but amazing nonetheless. just poetic somehow. especially the ending. yeah but once again, dane cook barges his way into a perfectly good movie and fills the role of douchebag. how the fuck does this guy get roles. i'll never understand how hollywood works. it was nice to see him dripping from the neck before it was over.
hit by the hammer
held by the guy
falling over drunk
fixing his life.
actually today was an ok day.
that's just one part of it.
woke up early. 8. and played a round in fairhope. the course is shit compared to tuscaloosa's. the baskets are in piss..piss poor condition and everything just seems tattered. shot a 2 over. not unhappy at all.
I had this idea that i wanted to contribute and help cook this year as my ever growing plan to expand and be a better man and somehow the offer seemed more of a problem than a help. women always want your help until you offer it freely and then its a hassle. so I got designated into a category. 'everything is taken care of. just make an appetizer.' kinda lost my creative vibe I had going but i made something anyways. shrimp stuffed mushrooms w/ garlic/basil/rosemary/bread crumbs/mayo/onions/wine. they were the best things we had the whole time. actually that might be pretentious. so what do i trust. given my track record of my cooking vs. my pretentiousness. it probably wasn't the best, but damnit it was good.
post turkey coma nap, rode home and watched 'mr. brooks'. not exactly a bring it together holiday movie but amazing nonetheless. just poetic somehow. especially the ending. yeah but once again, dane cook barges his way into a perfectly good movie and fills the role of douchebag. how the fuck does this guy get roles. i'll never understand how hollywood works. it was nice to see him dripping from the neck before it was over.