It's gonna be a hot one. Shall I wear my running clinic t-shirt to denote that I'm representing the North Van 'hood? Shall I run with the pocket rocks, or pick them up after the run. Big D will probably be there this morning. He'll see me wading out into the ocean and be like, "This isn't a triathlon!" and then maybe, "You need more rocks!".
Ahhhh, gad. This weekend will either be very good, or quite exponentially bad.
Go go Gadget feet!
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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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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