people always say work hard, play hard. but HOW? everytime i work hard, all i want to do is go home and sleep or watch tv and be still….completely still.
god i wish i had the energy of a 20 year old again.
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my friend ashton turned 24 yesterday. and for his grand celebration, ash ordered a party bus complete with a 4000 watt sound system, three stripper poles and karaoke! the bus took us to the hustler club and canyon inn where the birthday boy got thee lap dances and about 140,000 shots.
first off, let me say [...]
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it’s here! it’s here! my motorcycle!
bob, this little pudgy short guy called me from champion motorsports two fridays ago and told me my 2008 kawasaki ninja 250 was here! and i had one day to decide if i wanted to buy it. i called my mom (she said i shouldn’t) i called my dad (he [...]
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we did it. mud run 2008. i feared for it. i dreaded it. and while we were driving there, i felt that everyone had bigger calf muscles than me. but we made it through without dying. and even though three days later i’m still having trouble regaining control over my theigh muscles (trying going down [...]
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um. de la soul is playing at sutra on thursday. DE LA SOUL. if that isn’t worthy of getting off the couch, nothing is.
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me: how’s the new girl?
co-worker: not that cute.
me: good. maybe she’ll work harder.
co-worker: *silently stars at me*
me: i just have a big brain. that’s why i work hard.
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so i’ve been harassed these past months about my lack of activity on this site, so here we go: today’s topic- women. inspired by a few things
1. my urge to kill myself when having to choose which sale to shop in- neimans, barney or net-a-porte. they’re all having a sale, they’re all showcasing christian louboutins [...]
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A new year, a new ambitions. No, this one will not be like the time I tried to learn the guitar (never got past twinkle, twinkle, little star. christian the guitar now sits sadly in his case in the corner of my room at my parents’ house.) Nor will it be like the time I tried [...]
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