Writing from the bottom of my underpants.
So as for an update, there's not too much that is new. I just got done with another painful three days in St. Louis sorting converters and car parts. My back aches. I have a sore on my foot that wont stop hurting and has gooed some sort of goop onto my socks. I obtained this injury while wrestling with Chase before the cubs game we went to. Which by the way was awesome, because we won and my mom, her friend, chase and I all had ROOFTOP TICKETS. This was by far the best cubs experience I have had. All you can eat and drink, with good beers (other than crappy bud light, which by the way is made with rice and makes me feel very crappy.) and a killer view. Other than that, the crazy homeless lady yelling profane language on the L was also amusing. Even more so because it was right in front of a nun, and a couple from Montana, who admitted to never seeing anything like it. Classic.
Other than that life has been calm. In fact, too calm. Lacking even.
Shake it up, Someone. However subtle that may be, it means I'm here.
Making everything public makes me feel naked to the world. How bizarre is that?
Other than that life has been calm. In fact, too calm. Lacking even.
Shake it up, Someone. However subtle that may be, it means I'm here.
Making everything public makes me feel naked to the world. How bizarre is that?