wellll shit that was fun
there are a few things that bring me back
like getting things off my mind.
i really am in need for a girls night. one filled with cucumbers and oatmeal, possibly some good booze and chatting it up. I wish that Myndi and debra were easily accessible for such a night
it seems that tom shane has accepted that he is dull, but personaly i like his soothing and somewhat sexy dull voice.
This last weekend in jackson was awesome. Thanks to worries of purchasing a fake lift ticket darren and i found ourselves on the tip top mt. peak of jackson hole mt. or resort or whatever it is called.
much to my demise the only runs that cater such a breathtaking view are double diamonds and black diamonds.
I, being such a non- conesiour (sp?) of snow and snowboarding have only ever been on one blue and only been snowboarding three times?
but alas, to impress and prove that i dont need to ride the gondola back to safety, tackled my very first double black. whole heartdely (geez im horrible at spelling) skipping blues, double blues and easy blacks. (maybe argueable by 'masta' himself, but not by yours truly)
but, in 50' of new snow who could complain. Possibly, the best part was assing my way down the slopes (although i did navigate heel/toe quite nicly for scared shitless syndrom) ass sliding is also reccomended.
Traverses are not. those mother fuckers.
But Debra is coming this weekend. Debra, i have some greaTTTTT plans for the two of us and the three of us, the third of course being the one who snily(sp once again) suggested the ddb in the first place. (im not realllly complaing about it, after all, im reading a great book, which has nothing to do with this anyhow... nor does "dead man tell no lies" nor does a name like egor, which is the best name ever assighned)
And, while im thinking about it... things like the number 60 and bosler have nothing to do with alot either.
Im really looking forward to Debra coming out, im not sure shes the type to apply cucumbers or nuturing medicinal shit to a face.
today was the first day back in my house (oh i just remmbered i have cottage cheese to eat) and in silence and doing nothing, i so ached to be doing something and with someone...
i keep thinking about Merinda, if you want to write her, let me know.
And im thinking about my all to often said to myself, obesession with time.
sorry if it rocks the whatever should be rocked theology.
but its true.
Things get good with time
and time is oh so tricky
See you just over 24 hours.
see you tonight.
seems like the NW is a bit gloomy, in a race for rain breaking days
well folks boulder is sunny and 57 so come on over and bike with me
Things to look forward too:
triathlon
overland
gingerbread houses out of season
debra coming out
boarding
seeing some sort of light at some end of a tunnel that conculdes my undergrad status
figuring out whats next
being your egor
like getting things off my mind.
i really am in need for a girls night. one filled with cucumbers and oatmeal, possibly some good booze and chatting it up. I wish that Myndi and debra were easily accessible for such a night
it seems that tom shane has accepted that he is dull, but personaly i like his soothing and somewhat sexy dull voice.
This last weekend in jackson was awesome. Thanks to worries of purchasing a fake lift ticket darren and i found ourselves on the tip top mt. peak of jackson hole mt. or resort or whatever it is called.
much to my demise the only runs that cater such a breathtaking view are double diamonds and black diamonds.
I, being such a non- conesiour (sp?) of snow and snowboarding have only ever been on one blue and only been snowboarding three times?
but alas, to impress and prove that i dont need to ride the gondola back to safety, tackled my very first double black. whole heartdely (geez im horrible at spelling) skipping blues, double blues and easy blacks. (maybe argueable by 'masta' himself, but not by yours truly)
but, in 50' of new snow who could complain. Possibly, the best part was assing my way down the slopes (although i did navigate heel/toe quite nicly for scared shitless syndrom) ass sliding is also reccomended.
Traverses are not. those mother fuckers.
But Debra is coming this weekend. Debra, i have some greaTTTTT plans for the two of us and the three of us, the third of course being the one who snily(sp once again) suggested the ddb in the first place. (im not realllly complaing about it, after all, im reading a great book, which has nothing to do with this anyhow... nor does "dead man tell no lies" nor does a name like egor, which is the best name ever assighned)
And, while im thinking about it... things like the number 60 and bosler have nothing to do with alot either.
Im really looking forward to Debra coming out, im not sure shes the type to apply cucumbers or nuturing medicinal shit to a face.
today was the first day back in my house (oh i just remmbered i have cottage cheese to eat) and in silence and doing nothing, i so ached to be doing something and with someone...
i keep thinking about Merinda, if you want to write her, let me know.
And im thinking about my all to often said to myself, obesession with time.
sorry if it rocks the whatever should be rocked theology.
but its true.
Things get good with time
and time is oh so tricky
See you just over 24 hours.
see you tonight.
seems like the NW is a bit gloomy, in a race for rain breaking days
well folks boulder is sunny and 57 so come on over and bike with me
Things to look forward too:
triathlon
overland
gingerbread houses out of season
debra coming out
boarding
seeing some sort of light at some end of a tunnel that conculdes my undergrad status
figuring out whats next
being your egor