Still alive after last night yo? The morning was a bit of a wash though. Oh well . . .
So I bought 2 Lacoste shirts this week. Actually I didn't have to pay for one of them cause I was returning clothes I received as a present in exchange for the shirt. (I mean who wears shorts with pleats?, please.)
Anywayz, I bought one yellow and one white. As it turns out these are the exact same colors I bought my Grandad and Dad for father's day. Worst of all, I didn't realize it, until someone pointed this fact out to me. It must have been some weird unconious thing, or maybe not.
All right so this was the most pointless post ever. I'll work harder next time.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Still Blogging Bitches!
That is right I'm still blogging! I could do this shit all night long! I don't know if I'm ever gonna stop. Someone better call Guiness World Book of Records cause I'm gonna blog this shit all weekend.
Hmmmm, I love you filthy bitches. You just want to read whatever I put down on on this fucker.
Fucking A'!
Time to finish my drink and watch the rest of Roger Doger.
Hmmmm, I love you filthy bitches. You just want to read whatever I put down on on this fucker.
Fucking A'!
Time to finish my drink and watch the rest of Roger Doger.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Rennie says "Ride your bike bitch!"
So I've ridden my bike 3 of the last four days . . . all to get ready for the Thursday night crit. I've even been thinking of shaving the legs. You know you love it.
Where do I find my inspiration? Well, I have a picture I have of K. Reenie (a cycling friend of mine) making some strange face at the camera and above it I put a post saying, Rennie says "Ride your bike bitch!" I posted this on the door of my bike room. (yes I have room in my condo specifically for bikes, I suggest you should buy some bikes and get one too.)
Strange? Indeed. Inspiring? Absolutely.
Cyclo-cross season is nearly upon us!
Where do I find my inspiration? Well, I have a picture I have of K. Reenie (a cycling friend of mine) making some strange face at the camera and above it I put a post saying, Rennie says "Ride your bike bitch!" I posted this on the door of my bike room. (yes I have room in my condo specifically for bikes, I suggest you should buy some bikes and get one too.)
Strange? Indeed. Inspiring? Absolutely.
Cyclo-cross season is nearly upon us!
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Eek Eek Eek, I'm a Cat. 5 squirrel
So I decided to go to the Thursday night Criterium ride in Great Valley Corporate Center this week. HA! It was not the return to greatness that I had invisioned in my mind.
I get there right around 6pm so the thing just started. I do a few warm up laps and try to hop on the back of the pack. My dumb ass tried to hop on when there was a break. Those doods where moving. I get dropped almost instantaneously but not before I realize that I completely forget how to really ride a bike. So I do another warm up lap and try to hop on the back again.
This time I find some inspiration. I see Huricanne Bob in the rear working hard. I hop on his wheel. I get to one of the turns. I see everyone pedaling through it. I must really suck cause I can't pedal through it. Despite my complete lack of handling ability I manage to hang onto the group for 5 laps. At one point I realized I am leaning the wrong way at the turns. Yeah, I am a Cat 5. squirrel. Bob made some joke about me being Cat 9. He maybe right.
I drop out the back. Do a few warm up laps and and then hop back on for another 5 laps.
In the end it was more than I could have expected out of myself having not ridden seriously for months. But what I didn't realize was how much I really missed going to it. Even though I only loosely know a few doods there, I have a great time just riding. This of course is all to reach a goal of cyclo-cross racing in the fall. I am going to try and ride 2 hours today.
I get there right around 6pm so the thing just started. I do a few warm up laps and try to hop on the back of the pack. My dumb ass tried to hop on when there was a break. Those doods where moving. I get dropped almost instantaneously but not before I realize that I completely forget how to really ride a bike. So I do another warm up lap and try to hop on the back again.
This time I find some inspiration. I see Huricanne Bob in the rear working hard. I hop on his wheel. I get to one of the turns. I see everyone pedaling through it. I must really suck cause I can't pedal through it. Despite my complete lack of handling ability I manage to hang onto the group for 5 laps. At one point I realized I am leaning the wrong way at the turns. Yeah, I am a Cat 5. squirrel. Bob made some joke about me being Cat 9. He maybe right.
I drop out the back. Do a few warm up laps and and then hop back on for another 5 laps.
In the end it was more than I could have expected out of myself having not ridden seriously for months. But what I didn't realize was how much I really missed going to it. Even though I only loosely know a few doods there, I have a great time just riding. This of course is all to reach a goal of cyclo-cross racing in the fall. I am going to try and ride 2 hours today.
Monday, July 11, 2005
O.J. is good for you, but how about your car?
Ahhh, First day at work! It was great.
Just to add some back story to this story. You need to know that I currently drive a 1997 Forrest Green Escort Wagon with 103k miles. Now, recently the car had to pass inspection. Normally this ain't a big deal, but this time I had to pay nearly a grand to get the peice of shit to pass inspection. Made me want to light the car on fire. This was about 2 weeks from today . . .
So I go grocery shopping today, and pick up some food. Mostly breakfast food (orange juice) and some lunch food. I throw my food in the back of the car. I drive 3 minutes to my condo and get groceries out of the car. As I'm walking to the door, I notice there is water dripping on my hands and feet. I didn't buy anything frozen that could be melting. WTF is going on here? I give my hand the smell test. hmmm. Smells kind of sweet. I give it the lick test. Kind of tastes like O.J.
Wait a second, I bought O.J.!!!! I put down the groceries, and pick up an empty O.J. carton from the plactic bag. A stream a curse words leave my mouth as I run back to my car to find a pool O.J. in the back seat.
Apparently, in throwing the food in the back seat, the O.J. carton landed on my ice scraper that poked a hole in the bottom of the carton. In 3 minutes the whole 1/2 gallon emptied onto my back car seat.
Needless to say, I was kind of pissed. I used whatever capret cleaner and paper towels I had left to clean up the mess. Hopefully, It won't smell that bad as I drive to work in the morning.
This can only make the car more attractive to the ladies. Am I wrong?
Just to add some back story to this story. You need to know that I currently drive a 1997 Forrest Green Escort Wagon with 103k miles. Now, recently the car had to pass inspection. Normally this ain't a big deal, but this time I had to pay nearly a grand to get the peice of shit to pass inspection. Made me want to light the car on fire. This was about 2 weeks from today . . .
So I go grocery shopping today, and pick up some food. Mostly breakfast food (orange juice) and some lunch food. I throw my food in the back of the car. I drive 3 minutes to my condo and get groceries out of the car. As I'm walking to the door, I notice there is water dripping on my hands and feet. I didn't buy anything frozen that could be melting. WTF is going on here? I give my hand the smell test. hmmm. Smells kind of sweet. I give it the lick test. Kind of tastes like O.J.
Wait a second, I bought O.J.!!!! I put down the groceries, and pick up an empty O.J. carton from the plactic bag. A stream a curse words leave my mouth as I run back to my car to find a pool O.J. in the back seat.
Apparently, in throwing the food in the back seat, the O.J. carton landed on my ice scraper that poked a hole in the bottom of the carton. In 3 minutes the whole 1/2 gallon emptied onto my back car seat.
Needless to say, I was kind of pissed. I used whatever capret cleaner and paper towels I had left to clean up the mess. Hopefully, It won't smell that bad as I drive to work in the morning.
This can only make the car more attractive to the ladies. Am I wrong?
Monday, July 04, 2005
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Hello Ladies?
Well, last night could have been boring but I decided to make it a little interesting. . . .
First the back story. . . when I get bored at a bar I will occasionaly turn to Bubba or whomever happens to be at the bar with me and ask, "hey, you want to make out later?" This usually gets some breif laughs. anyways . . .
I was hanging out at the Boathouse with Bubba, Kyle, and Kyle's woman. Kyle's woman is sitting on his lap, and Bubba is sitting next to them. I am standing for no good reason, when some random skinny dood sits down next to Kyle's woman and introduces himself to everybody.
We had noticed this dood earlier as he was hanging out with several ladies from "Q Jersey" (that was not my saying, they told the D.J. they were from "Q Jersey".) This of course only reiterates every suspicion I had about New Jersey. But I digress . . .
Well, this dood, introduces himself and we talk to him for a bit, despite the weirdness of the situation. (I mean he left ladies to talk to 3 doods and 1 lady who was sitting on a dood's lap. In my book, that counts as weird.) So we get the first uncomfortable silence. This when I seize my opportunity to see what this guy is made of. I slap Bubba on the shoulder to wake him up, cause I don't want him to miss this.
I turn to our new friend and ask, "Hey, you want to make out later?" He has no idea what to say for about 5 seconds and then weakly replys, "No, not really." To which I reply, "Are you sure?" He says "yeah." At this point, beer is almost spilling out of the noses of Bubba, Kyle, and his woman. There is more uncomfortable silence because if anyone opens their mouth, Beer is gonna spill from laughing too much. He just continues to sit there with this glazed look on his face. I have to walk away, because I'm about to fall on the ground laughing.
To my surprise when I return he is still sitting there! I talk to him a little more and eventually he gets up and leaves never to return.
It certainly made the 11 o'clock highlight film for the evening. We later returned to the land of West Chester to see "The Bean" at 15 North.
First the back story. . . when I get bored at a bar I will occasionaly turn to Bubba or whomever happens to be at the bar with me and ask, "hey, you want to make out later?" This usually gets some breif laughs. anyways . . .
I was hanging out at the Boathouse with Bubba, Kyle, and Kyle's woman. Kyle's woman is sitting on his lap, and Bubba is sitting next to them. I am standing for no good reason, when some random skinny dood sits down next to Kyle's woman and introduces himself to everybody.
We had noticed this dood earlier as he was hanging out with several ladies from "Q Jersey" (that was not my saying, they told the D.J. they were from "Q Jersey".) This of course only reiterates every suspicion I had about New Jersey. But I digress . . .
Well, this dood, introduces himself and we talk to him for a bit, despite the weirdness of the situation. (I mean he left ladies to talk to 3 doods and 1 lady who was sitting on a dood's lap. In my book, that counts as weird.) So we get the first uncomfortable silence. This when I seize my opportunity to see what this guy is made of. I slap Bubba on the shoulder to wake him up, cause I don't want him to miss this.
I turn to our new friend and ask, "Hey, you want to make out later?" He has no idea what to say for about 5 seconds and then weakly replys, "No, not really." To which I reply, "Are you sure?" He says "yeah." At this point, beer is almost spilling out of the noses of Bubba, Kyle, and his woman. There is more uncomfortable silence because if anyone opens their mouth, Beer is gonna spill from laughing too much. He just continues to sit there with this glazed look on his face. I have to walk away, because I'm about to fall on the ground laughing.
To my surprise when I return he is still sitting there! I talk to him a little more and eventually he gets up and leaves never to return.
It certainly made the 11 o'clock highlight film for the evening. We later returned to the land of West Chester to see "The Bean" at 15 North.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
and the Parrot's head is falling off . . .
I got no car.
I got no car!
I GOT NO CAR!!!
did i mention i have no car?
Ahh well, the Tangurey still loves me.
Anyone want to celebrate my last day of work on Friday?
I got no car!
I GOT NO CAR!!!
did i mention i have no car?
Ahh well, the Tangurey still loves me.
Anyone want to celebrate my last day of work on Friday?
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Saved by the Sprinkler
You maybe wondering what has happened to the Drive to 185! Well, It is all but over because I am planning on doing an Ironman in October. This being said, I figured it would be a good idea to go running. . . .
So it is Saturday around 12:30pm, and it is all of 93 degrees outside. I got up 2 hours ago and I've had my morning coffee. I figure, what better time to go run for an hour then now! Keep in mind, I haven't seriously run in weeks. I drink a glass of water, throw on my asics, and get my ass out the door.
I start out easy enough. Running a shady but rolling hill route to keep myself cool. I get 20 minutes into the run. I'm feeling pretty good. (Keep in mind the shade) In my infinite wisdom I choose to head down hill and run on Devon Park Road. This is a road through a treeless industrial park. I get there. It is an oven! At times I could feel my skin stinging from the sun. It was 2 miles of pain. By the time I reach the end of Devon Park Road, I'm a defeated man. I am talking to elephants that are drinking Margaritas as they read Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. It was a bad scene.
When I realize the elephants aren't really there, I decide to head back up the hill and get in the shade, even though it may make the run longer. Cursing my way up the hill, I run in the shade and tell myself I'm almost done. Then what do I see, but the greatest gift in the world. Someone is watering there front yard with a SPRINKLER! I was estatic! I run over to the sprinkler, and stand over the thing for 3 minutes. It was beautiful. I felt great! I continue my run, and within another 3 minutes I'm dry. By the time I got home I was hurting again, but damn that sprinkler saved my life. It was a great run.
So it is Saturday around 12:30pm, and it is all of 93 degrees outside. I got up 2 hours ago and I've had my morning coffee. I figure, what better time to go run for an hour then now! Keep in mind, I haven't seriously run in weeks. I drink a glass of water, throw on my asics, and get my ass out the door.
I start out easy enough. Running a shady but rolling hill route to keep myself cool. I get 20 minutes into the run. I'm feeling pretty good. (Keep in mind the shade) In my infinite wisdom I choose to head down hill and run on Devon Park Road. This is a road through a treeless industrial park. I get there. It is an oven! At times I could feel my skin stinging from the sun. It was 2 miles of pain. By the time I reach the end of Devon Park Road, I'm a defeated man. I am talking to elephants that are drinking Margaritas as they read Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. It was a bad scene.
When I realize the elephants aren't really there, I decide to head back up the hill and get in the shade, even though it may make the run longer. Cursing my way up the hill, I run in the shade and tell myself I'm almost done. Then what do I see, but the greatest gift in the world. Someone is watering there front yard with a SPRINKLER! I was estatic! I run over to the sprinkler, and stand over the thing for 3 minutes. It was beautiful. I felt great! I continue my run, and within another 3 minutes I'm dry. By the time I got home I was hurting again, but damn that sprinkler saved my life. It was a great run.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
UGH!
I was going to write some funny bit about procrastination. It was gonna be great. I mean it was gonna be the funniest thing you ever read on the internet. But then I realized how absolutely tired I am since I haven't had any coffee yet this morning.
Life begins after coffee. . . . and this includes blogging.
Life begins after coffee. . . . and this includes blogging.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Snoop Doggy Dog needs a Jobby Job
Guess what yall?
I just signed for a new job today? Damn Straight!
In July, I'll be working for Comcast! SWEET!!
To all my peeps at my old job, we'll still be chillin. Just outside of work.
I just signed for a new job today? Damn Straight!
In July, I'll be working for Comcast! SWEET!!
To all my peeps at my old job, we'll still be chillin. Just outside of work.
I Think it was PM Dawn . . .
Remember that song with the chorus that goes something like this
Lovely Day, Lovely Day, Lovely Day
Love - ly - Day.
Lovely Day, Lovely Day, Lovely Day
Love - ly - Day.
Lovely Day, Lovely Day, Lovely Day
Love - ly - Day.
(A Lovely Daaaaaaay)
Well, it is stuck in my head at 8 in the morning.
Lovely Day, Lovely Day, Lovely Day
Love - ly - Day.
Lovely Day, Lovely Day, Lovely Day
Love - ly - Day.
Lovely Day, Lovely Day, Lovely Day
Love - ly - Day.
(A Lovely Daaaaaaay)
Well, it is stuck in my head at 8 in the morning.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Look at how early this Post is . . .
Sometimes all I need to do is lift some weights and everything is right with the world. Needless to say yesterday was one of the best workouts I've had in some time. I think taking 3 days off due to a busy weekend helped.
Other good news, I am no longer officially the smallest guy in the gym. I'm still fighting for the basement, but some skinny puke usually enters the gym and pretends to lift weights. That makes me feel really good. It used to be incredibally frustrating to lift weights while being out gunned by dudes twice my size. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a skinny puke myself, just a less skinny puke than the other skinny pukes.
I didn't get a chance to weigh myself this week but I think that is a good thing. I'll keep on lifting and see what next week has for me.
From the weekend news . . .
The US Pro Cycling race on Sunday proved in my mind without a doubt that cycling is the single hardest endurance sport a man can do. I don't care if you can run 500 million miles by yourself, cycling is a sport that is all about trying to make other cyclist feel pain. It kicks ass!
Stephen Malkmus is a rock god. If you don't know, you best find out! Stephen Malkmus
That is all I got people, hopefully this has quenched your thirst . . .
Other good news, I am no longer officially the smallest guy in the gym. I'm still fighting for the basement, but some skinny puke usually enters the gym and pretends to lift weights. That makes me feel really good. It used to be incredibally frustrating to lift weights while being out gunned by dudes twice my size. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a skinny puke myself, just a less skinny puke than the other skinny pukes.
I didn't get a chance to weigh myself this week but I think that is a good thing. I'll keep on lifting and see what next week has for me.
From the weekend news . . .
The US Pro Cycling race on Sunday proved in my mind without a doubt that cycling is the single hardest endurance sport a man can do. I don't care if you can run 500 million miles by yourself, cycling is a sport that is all about trying to make other cyclist feel pain. It kicks ass!
Stephen Malkmus is a rock god. If you don't know, you best find out! Stephen Malkmus
That is all I got people, hopefully this has quenched your thirst . . .
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Breakfast Sandwich
Can someone get me a breakfast sandwich pliz!?
thanks,
Charles
here is help if you don't know Breakfast sandwich
thanks,
Charles
here is help if you don't know Breakfast sandwich
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Monday, May 30, 2005
The Drive To 185
Drive to 185 Weight: 172.5?!?!
I think the scale i used was messed up, cause I don't think that weight is right. But things are moving in the right direction.
I think the scale i used was messed up, cause I don't think that weight is right. But things are moving in the right direction.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Living the Single (ply) life . . .
Need proof that I am living the single life? The only paper product in my condo is toliet paper. Quilted Northern to be sepecific. (Hey, I'm a big softy.) But you would be amazed at the versatility of this paper product. a Napkin, a Paper Towel, and a facial kleenex. Not to mention it's primary utility. Maybe I'll go to the grocery store tomorrow and pick up some real paper products, but until then don't worry about me I'll be getting by fine.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Guess what is in my Fridge?
I'm gonna clean my fridge in the next few days, or so I think I am. (i think we both know i won't.) Before I do, please take a guess at what in the world could be lying in my fridge. Hopefully, I'll get a digital camera so I can include some nice pictures cause I know they are there. I smell them everytime I open the fridge.
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