I need to shape up tout de suite for the marathon.
My horseshoe is still firmly lodged up my ass.
None of us are who we would be if we could do what we wanted.
My other knee might be fucked.
India looks good. So does Vietnam. Europe? Always.
I am very frustrated, stifled, pissed off, irritated, jubilant, thankful, happy, grateful and agitated.
Not necessarily in that order.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
My Blog List
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Dating fucking sucks.9 years ago
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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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It's 201014 years ago
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