Michael and I just ran 27 kilometres (three bridges, baby). That's not the problem. The problem is that after this, we went for lunch and had two beers a piece and now I'm kind of drunk and someone is coming over in an hour and my place is a mess and I'm sitting here blogging, per usual.
In other news: three bridges!!! Yay! When I got midway on the Lionsgate on the way home I jumped up and down like Rocky. I'm such a spazz.
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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