7/14/07
The guy at Chipotle ran my card five fucking times when I was checking out. Jaybird's card was run only once. What the fuck? Matters were worse because I was keyed up from a strenuous yet disappointing work out. Plus I started thinking "The fucker swiped my card so many times because my card's going on his piece of shit USB stick that he'll sell to make some cash on the side."
The guy at Chipotle ran my card five fucking times when I was checking out. Jaybird's card was run only once. What the fuck? Matters were worse because I was keyed up from a strenuous yet disappointing work out. Plus I started thinking "The fucker swiped my card so many times because my card's going on his piece of shit USB stick that he'll sell to make some cash on the side."
Anyway must remember Ale-star's rules. To know. To will. To dare. To keep silent.
Have I mentioned that my quad has been twitching something fierce? It's not a blinding pain like my rotten molar. Oh the pain is glorious yet it would be a thin, piping flute within the cacophanous chorus which is hell. When I attemped my turkish get-ups at Cassius's place I miserably failed in addition to acknowledging my failure with the English language. Plus the joint where my thigh meets the hip started sparking up.
Eh, it's all over and behind me. The next time I work out is on Tuesday.
not really
Sorry I forgot to upload on Thursday night. Hopefully the double posts aren't that annoying for those of you who continue frequenting the tedious horror of heptapod.org.
