I told the wife to stop calling my cell phone and start text messaging me. I’m not sure if that’s a dick move or not. Who cares.
Nothing is more frustrating than having semi-relevant e-mails you send get ignored/blown off. It’s happened to me probably a half dozen times in the last couple of weeks. I guess if you can’t condense your thoughts down to however many characters Twitter allows whomever you’re contacting can’t be bothered. People suck.
I now consider myself an athlete. Sort of even look the part too. Except for the wrinkles, gray hair (what’s left of it) and glasses.
I’m finally going to see Body Worlds 2 next week. I am so stoked.
Still haven’t decided whether to get something expensive and ostentatious or something cheap and practical as my next vehicle. Whatever it is, it needs a right side driver’s seat arm rest. I’m demanding.
A couple of the ugliest teenage boys I’ve ever seen were having a debate in my gym’s locker room while I was in there changing. It was about which of their little female friends is the most bangable. If the girls they were talking about are in those boys’ league I can only imagine what they look like. Actually, I don’t want to.
Re: last point - Oh wow, you’re bad. Ha.
Heh.
God Damnit. You might have warned a person about that last bullet.
Dude, copy what Michele said. I mean I should have had an inkling seeing as the first half of the link said blogher, but still!
Dude, get the fit. It wont dissapoint. Also? My CR-V totally has arms rests.