Read her blog. You will be happier for it.
Ok, I am having a corporeally challenging few days. On thursday, I experienced a physics lesson on my mountain bike, and then on saturday, I think I became the inspiration for a TLC "Life Lesson."
Do not, under any circumstances, ingest a copious amount of alcohol, and then attempt to play basketball bare foot. My foot looks as though it is the illegitimate son of Jabba the Hutt.
Any ways, other than that, it was a good saturday. I celebrated a quarter century of a friend. I reconciled with a good person that I unjustifiably insulted. I talked with another dear friend that I do not get to see enough of. No, that sentence should be taken with no innuendo whatsoever.
Right now, with ace bandage about my foot, an obscene amount of ibuprofen in my gullet, and Anderson Cooper on my TV, I am genuinely grateful to be exactly who I am.
Just as all of you should be happy that you are who you... are.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower
Monday, May 29, 2006
Amy the Bitch Choker
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4 comments:
ugh. your foot and my knees. wanna split some percocet?
I have updated with pictorial goodness.
Shucks.
Maybe if you just stay drunk, your foot won't hurt as bad. That's how I roll.
amy rolls how i roll. so... there ya go. two to one. DO IT!
Chud, you should hook it up with Amy. You or Scooter. She's pretty cool. I'll be your enabler.
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