 I am sore. I went to the gym yesterday and pumped iron for the second time this week, the second time in three months. I
then ran approximately 8/9's of a mile with peteinyourpants. The first time I have ran for the sake of running in over a
year. I'm determined to get back in my previous state of high school being in shapeness. Then I went and played two games
of intramural soccer and got this lovely wound. Now today I am feeling the
effects of the lifting, running, and soccer and my only wish is that somebody would stick a straw in my body and slurp out
the lactic acid. Last week was the series finale of Dawson's Creek. Perhaps being the only heterosexual male that follows the show, I was disappointed in the ending. The two hours consisted of utter bullshit. Every fan was debating whether Joey Potter was going to end up with Pacey or Dawson, and to my dismay, she picked Pacey. Dawson and Joey are soulmates and meant to be together but she uses Pacey for the raw, passionate animal sex. WhatEVER. And the weeks leading up to the finale were saturated with references to "one of the main four characters DYING" and anybody with at least part of a brain would know it's got to be Jen. Dawson, Joey, and Pacey are involved in an unsolved love triangle so killing one of them was out of the question. I was looking forward to seeing how the writers would X Jen out of the script, and once again, I crapped my pants in disappointment. Nope, no drive-by shooting or shark attack, but a heart ailment. A FRICKING HEART AILMENT. These kids have been infesting my television set every Wednesday evening for the past six years and Jen succumbs to an unknown condition that "she had all along." GAG ME. And when Joey asked why she couldn't get a heart transplant, Jen's Grams told her that it would be impossible to get one in time because she is fading too fast and she can't just jump in the front of the line for a vital organ. Grams perhaps you should have told her that she can't get a heart BECAUSE IT'S THE SERIES FINALE AND JEN HAS TO DIE. And also Grams you failed to acknowledge the fact that your granddaughter looks like a fricking duck. I guess they couldn't find any ducks on the creek willing to donate their heart. Speaking of ducks, the last two mornings I have come across this punkass Mallard on the way to my class. I have to cross a sidewalk that acts as a measly little bridge over a measly little stream. Hell, it doesn't even deserve to be called a stream... it's simply a puddle that moves. And in this puddle is Mr. Mallard just standing there and taunting me. His ankles aren't even getting wet and he's making it a point that he get into that body of water. Yes, I know you are a duck and ducks live off of the water. I live in an apartment. You don't see me running to every single house I see and standing in it, do you? I drive a car. I don't hop in every automobile that drives by and cock a 'tude. So what's your fucking deal? Next time I see you, I'm snapping your neck with my bare hands. I'd like to see you snap MY neck you no-hands-crosseyed-winged-bitch. WHAT. So what if the Spurs won last night? Head over to Drunken Chaos and tell him that he's WRONG about the Spurs winning the whole thing. Tonight the Pistons and the Joyzee Nets play... hopefully Detroit won't choke as they did in the last two games. PAHHHHHTHETIC. Everytime I go fishing with Tom at the Harvey's lake, I catch the same fucking snapping turtle. I'm sick of it. Check out and sign up at Pimplinx for all types of random sites to waste your time. One reason why I never joined a frat. (Caution- GROSS GAYNESS) Oh, and do me a favor and Vote For Me Here so we can get some more traffic up in this piece. Peace. |
Whoooot! Return of the mack, once again return of the mack, top of the
world, return of the mack, watch my flow, you know that I'll be back, here I go. I had been stuck on a fricking quarantined
plane in San Francisco for a week because all those crazy Asians are attempting to spread SARS throughout the world. They
finally hauled off the deceased in a wheelbarrow and tested all the other passengers for signs of the virus and once cleared,
released us off into the real world once again. I will take this time to be thankful that I live in America and we have
freedom because I never want to be stuck on a plane with crazy SARS patients ever again. Now that I have narrowly escaped
certain death, I've got to update this!
