"And a Sharp Turn into Left field I go... among other things"
Question: To all of you in the electrified idea-space out there, exactly how long does it take to write out your blog? That is if you got one. Anyway today I'm thinking I'm gonna get this one done before this Dick Van Dyke show finishes. (as a side note, damn Mary Tyler Moore was hot back in the day, hmmm... the ramblings of a desperate man)
On to bigger and better things. So the other day, I was at a luncheon with Michelle, Sheryl, and Jocelynn them and we were just talking story around the table. Apparently I go into my zone out state while everyones going through Sheryl's wallet. Funny thing is that I laugh at anything when just about any shit goes down. So everyone's looking at Sheryl's past licenses and she shows the thing up to my face and says, "hey check me out, this was me in high school."
It was then that the reflex kicked in. No thinking, I bust out in gratuitous, bellowing laughter. After about a second or two of that shit, it finally kicks in. The thought running through my mind, " holy shit did I just dis someone really fucking bad by laughing so fucking hard at their pictures."
A quick glance around the room answers my mind's hypothesis and I suddenly shut my ass up and put my head down as I beg, plea, and generally grovel for forgiveness all at the same time.
I dunno if the whole thing went well or not, but I'd like to think that things were really cool after that. Sheryl kept shaking her head the whole time, but hey she can't stay mad at me forever right? (ie. I'm sort of fucked for a long while aren't I?)
In other news, my cousin Ollie gots himself an M4-AI and two M9's. Or were they Glock-26's? Hmm... I'm gonna have to check on that one. But the point is he finally got out of the pussy state and got himself some gear and shit. (this equates to throwing around a horrendus amount of money to people in asia for finely crafted and not to mention fun replicas)
Hooray for him. He's also coming over for some scrimmage this Saturday. Unlike some other pussies I know who knew about me playing there for quite some time yet can't get out of "Pussy Mode" to come over and play at least one Saturday in the whole fucking summer. Damn these people who complain, "hooo what if the cops come in and raid us?" or my favorite, "Nah, we'll just wait for yadda-yadda" etc.
Damn, I'm really fed up with all these kinds of excuses. Seriously, at least some people i know have real excuses (like healing from surgery and such. Fuck even just a simple excuse like "i'm doing shit this weekend sorry" could have appeased my inquiring mind)
You can tell from the extent I've explained stuff like this that this issue really puzzles me. So what I'm a fucking complainer. But if you know how hard it was for me to search for a decent place to play with some fucking trust-worthy people, you would be just about as pissed as I am.
But enough of that, nothing I say here will ever change shit in the outside anyway. At least I got me here a soap box i can stand on and rant.
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Well, today I also went for a swim and I've got to say, "G-damn I'm slow." Nothing really bad about it, I'm really still just starting out in swimming, but I'm kind of looking at the bigger picture a little bit.
I'm stepping back and taking a look at all the stuff I've been doing this summer: school, running, lifting, swimming, airsoft, fucking around, and etc. And I've got to say that it seems everyone around me's getting gains except me. I mean i'm fat already, but I mean gains as in improvements. I think I need to work f*cking harder than I've previously done to actually enact changes. Tomorrow we're planning on doing some wind sprints so I think I can start improvements there. Time to make this "SUMMER OF FITNESS" count.
Lastly, but certainly not the leastly, my good friend Tony came back today from his injuries. I feel like making a statement like that will compromise my life indeed ( i mean they might have to kill me for telling too much information with shit like that). So if "BIG BROTHER ASSHOLE" out there is screening the net for people giving too much info. I got two words for you and the first one starts with an "f"
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FREE SPEECH. (byatch)
The "byatch" was optional, but if it made the gov't hurt more for me saying it, then it's mandatory. But anyway to my good friend Tony, I'm glad you're back home safe and sound. Hope you got some kick ass stories you can divulge on us non-special people without having to kill us for knowing too much. And lastly, you deserve that purple heart my friend. For all the shit that you do in the field ensures that dumasses like me can run around and play with the replicas. Thanks.
(coincidentally, the Dick Van Dyke Show ended like an hour ago, so I really didnt' get to finish the goal I set for myself. And ironically i still think Mary Tyler Moore was a chick during that show.) (Again there go the ramblings of a desperate man.)
Peace out (this time i mean it, the world needs it, cuz this could happen in our world if zombie vikings existed)

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