Not that this is going to be some sort of repeat occurrence. I am just saying, it took me three tries to even get here, and one of those tries involved typing this address into the tab bar.
There are few times that I allow myself to intoxicate anymore, and apparently September 2 is one of them.
I think it was the fact that I worked my muscles to exhaustion doing that thing I won't talk about (that is not sex you dirty people) and then I didn't have alot of food. Because it is intake and output, people. IT IS SCIENCE.
I am so killing this thing day one. I had innumerable temptations, too. And I stuck to my guns. Or my dietary restrictions. Guns sounds more badass so let's go with that.
Also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Um... I forget. I think I was going to say something about Bon Jovi or Celine Dion, whose concerts I watched tonight on screens as big as a wall at my friend Dave's house.
YOU GIVE LOOOOOVE A BAD NAME
OOOOOOOOH WE'RE HALFWAY THERE
OOOOOOOOOOH LIVIN' ON A PRAAAAAAYER
TAKE MY HAND
WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAAAAAAAAR
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH LIVIN' ON A PRAAAAYER
And I forget the rest.
Don't you wish you were here with me. The Eagles are next... I feel "Life's Been Good" coming on.
LIFE'S BEEN GOOD TO ME
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FAR!!!!!!
baom baom baom mm
MY MAZZERATTI
that is not how you spell Maserati. Even I, two seconds later, know that.