Ah. The clinic is back on. It's always fun thinking that you're in wicked shape (I mean, I did run 27 kilometres a week ago and I ran 24 on Saturday so it is easy for one to think that one is relatively fit), and then you go run hills for forty minutes and think, "Shit. I need to get in shape".
In other news, Michael in a wanker because, as always, he did not drop me a line to let me know he made it safely to Penticton. Wanker! And I'm sure he's having steak on the barbeque and Guinness as I write this, and will sleep until 10 tomorrow.
Jealous scowl.
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.
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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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