Just about everything seems better than doing what I should be doing right now. Part of that, is my stomach, which is playing shit-fits with me (I'm mostly speaking metaphorically) and leaving me just sort of uncomfortable and ansy.
Wondering: Why this appeals to me so much. Would eveyone hate me if I wore a $3,000 watch? Because I could maybe probably it to myself.
Hightlight of the day: Riding my bike down G St. to Cafe Carazon. At the corner of G and Tulare (?) I'm stopped waiting for the light and there's this gentleman standing there, doing no much of anything, and he looks my way and says, 'You better not come down here without a car, boy.' He wasn't menacing about it really. Just matter-of-fact. I think I knew what he meant. I rode on.
Realization of the day: My Fuji (which was officially my other bike until last Friday) is teeny-tiny small. Much too small for even me, which is strange, right?, because I am a small man. But yeah, it was weird to ride, elbow and knees banging together and all that.
Last night of league. The big money night. If I was a bad guy I'd totally hit up the last night of a bowling league. There's thousands of dollars just floating around in people's pockets. I'll be getting my share.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Why mommy hates the world.
Stumbled upon this today, which made me laugh, laugh. Partly because what it says it so fuckin' stupid and partly because of what it's not saying, which is essentially, Republicans hate the world (I'll make no claim to the validity of that argument).
Republicans should have their own book, dontcha think?
Why mommy is a Republican:
Republicans are better than poor people just like mommy.
Republicans get kids addicted to crack, then gives them guns.
Sometimes the World feels a little sick. It's the Republican's fault.
Republicans should have their own book, dontcha think?
Why mommy is a Republican:
Republicans are better than poor people just like mommy.
Republicans get kids addicted to crack, then gives them guns.
Sometimes the World feels a little sick. It's the Republican's fault.
The week(end) in review.
Friday: Watched '27 Dresses.' Exercised. Ate Helen's Gourmet Chinese food. Drank beer. Slept. Started reading, 'Check the Technique.' Not in that order at all, but ... Food was awesome. Exercise was fun (yes, that's the word I'll use). Beer was ... beer. Movie was ... totally predictable and utterly endearing in that way these movies are. Book is interesting. Sleep was ... restfull?
Oh, I went work before all that.
Saturday: Aikido-ed. Exercised. Podcasted. Ate left over Helen's Gourmet Chinese food. Drank beer. Tried to watch TV. Turned off TV. Continued reading 'Check the Technique.' Tried to play 'Armored Core,' on PlayStation2. Turned of 'Armored Core' and PlayStation2. Slept. Kind of in that order. Aikido was fun/informational/all-around good times. Exercise was ... exercise. Podcast was me and the Fresnan and we talked about all sorts of crap and mostly laughed and had a good time. Left overs were better, maybe, than the night before. Maybe. Beer was ... beer. TV sucked. Book is still holding my interest. PlayStation2 is pretty much how I remember it. Sleep was ... forgetable.
Sunday: Made/drank morning coffee. Made/ate breakfast quesadilla with no real breakfast ingredients. Exercised some. Continued reading 'Check the Technique.' Exercised some in front of the big window in my apartment with my shirt off. Waited some for Biz. Went to the Grizzlies game at the Chuck. Drank beer. Watched baseball. Cheered some. Ate some popcorn. Treked down the Fulton Mall, through horrendous crowds of people to drink beer at Milano. Listend to a band at Milano. Watched the owner of Milano almost fight a drunk man. Watched said drunk man leave Milano with no fight taking place. Eat spincy tuna rolls/tufu salad at Terriaki Don. Paid $12.50 to see 'Iron Man.' Watched 'Dexter,' on CBS. Slept some on the couch. Crawled into bed. Woke up to roommate screaming about giant bugs. Stumbled out of bed down the hallway and into roomamates room. Stubbed toe. Missed giant bug, which scurried away. Realized stubbed toe was bleeding. Was amazed by amount of blood. Did triage on toe. Went back to bed. Slept.
Oh, I went work before all that.
Saturday: Aikido-ed. Exercised. Podcasted. Ate left over Helen's Gourmet Chinese food. Drank beer. Tried to watch TV. Turned off TV. Continued reading 'Check the Technique.' Tried to play 'Armored Core,' on PlayStation2. Turned of 'Armored Core' and PlayStation2. Slept. Kind of in that order. Aikido was fun/informational/all-around good times. Exercise was ... exercise. Podcast was me and the Fresnan and we talked about all sorts of crap and mostly laughed and had a good time. Left overs were better, maybe, than the night before. Maybe. Beer was ... beer. TV sucked. Book is still holding my interest. PlayStation2 is pretty much how I remember it. Sleep was ... forgetable.
Sunday: Made/drank morning coffee. Made/ate breakfast quesadilla with no real breakfast ingredients. Exercised some. Continued reading 'Check the Technique.' Exercised some in front of the big window in my apartment with my shirt off. Waited some for Biz. Went to the Grizzlies game at the Chuck. Drank beer. Watched baseball. Cheered some. Ate some popcorn. Treked down the Fulton Mall, through horrendous crowds of people to drink beer at Milano. Listend to a band at Milano. Watched the owner of Milano almost fight a drunk man. Watched said drunk man leave Milano with no fight taking place. Eat spincy tuna rolls/tufu salad at Terriaki Don. Paid $12.50 to see 'Iron Man.' Watched 'Dexter,' on CBS. Slept some on the couch. Crawled into bed. Woke up to roommate screaming about giant bugs. Stumbled out of bed down the hallway and into roomamates room. Stubbed toe. Missed giant bug, which scurried away. Realized stubbed toe was bleeding. Was amazed by amount of blood. Did triage on toe. Went back to bed. Slept.
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