a lesson learned
i am getting old. not agewise, but physically and mentally. today was jenn's bday (HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!), and we played vball for awhile. started at 7:30ish, and finished about two hours later. we didn't even really play. we hit it around and shieet. however, my ankles are sore as well as my wrists, and yes, both of both joints. soccer ruined my ankles and vball ruined my wrists, and i am still feeling it. my lower back hurts and i was tired by 8:30. i love jenna, but i really wanted to go home an hour later. i just wanted to relax, chill, and not be around so many people.
it was good, however, that i saw some eye candy. but girls, remember, never, never, ever go speak to a man first. you do not pick up a man. you do not strive for a man's attention, nor do you want it (or appear to want it). instead, you sit there, looking like the shit, looking like you don't have time for them. this is because you ARE the shit, as am i.
it was good, however, that i saw some eye candy. but girls, remember, never, never, ever go speak to a man first. you do not pick up a man. you do not strive for a man's attention, nor do you want it (or appear to want it). instead, you sit there, looking like the shit, looking like you don't have time for them. this is because you ARE the shit, as am i.