I cannot think of ANYTHING to write tonight so I'm just going to say
Good Night.
I'm going to write in the morning for sure.
For sure.
KoP
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Harry Potter And The Half Ton Fat Dude Sitting Next To Me
Went and saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince tonight.
Yeah.
I tell ya... I am sick to death of this place. This town. This ghetto town.
It was a pretty good movie I guess... I dunno because I kept getting distracted by the 300lb LOUD guy sitting right next to me... almost on top of me in fact, scratching his balls every chance he got, making "HUH" sounds and grunt sounds when something remotely interesting would happen. And the breathing... that heavy, labored, fat breathing the entire time.
And it was so friggin' HOT in that place. It was a packed theater and all, but man, it was stifling. Amy walked out to go to the restroom. When she came back she whispered "It STINKS in here! It smells like pickles!"
When we finally left the theater later, she told me about the guys standing outside the women's restroom, eyeballing the women as they passed by... with that creepy "I dare you to look at me funny." kind of malice in their eyes.
I swear North Houston is turning into a huge ghetto.
I'm going to start carrying a handgun in the car, and I think I may get Amy one too.
We gotta get out of here!!
KoP
Yeah.
I tell ya... I am sick to death of this place. This town. This ghetto town.
It was a pretty good movie I guess... I dunno because I kept getting distracted by the 300lb LOUD guy sitting right next to me... almost on top of me in fact, scratching his balls every chance he got, making "HUH" sounds and grunt sounds when something remotely interesting would happen. And the breathing... that heavy, labored, fat breathing the entire time.
And it was so friggin' HOT in that place. It was a packed theater and all, but man, it was stifling. Amy walked out to go to the restroom. When she came back she whispered "It STINKS in here! It smells like pickles!"
When we finally left the theater later, she told me about the guys standing outside the women's restroom, eyeballing the women as they passed by... with that creepy "I dare you to look at me funny." kind of malice in their eyes.
I swear North Houston is turning into a huge ghetto.
I'm going to start carrying a handgun in the car, and I think I may get Amy one too.
We gotta get out of here!!
KoP
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Gearing Up
Man, that bike ride kicked my butt last night. I hadn't ridden since the CB&I Triathlon so I was rusty.
We did almost 20 miles with pull intervals. I definitely need to kick it into high gear if I'm going to ready for a Ironman in November. Jury is still on that one. I may do an Olympic distance in September to wrap up the year.
I said I would I do four races this year and it looks as though I may be keeping my word.
Outstanding.
KoP
We did almost 20 miles with pull intervals. I definitely need to kick it into high gear if I'm going to ready for a Ironman in November. Jury is still on that one. I may do an Olympic distance in September to wrap up the year.
I said I would I do four races this year and it looks as though I may be keeping my word.
Outstanding.
KoP
Monday, July 13, 2009
Lucky
Going on a bike ride tonight with a friend. Should be cool. Tristan is spending a few days at his grandmother's... well, actually they are all going to Dallas for a few days to hang at Six Flags.
Lucky.
KoP
Lucky.
KoP
Sunday, July 12, 2009
What Is UP??
I dunno WHAT is wrong with me, but I have GOT to stop neglecting my (non)writing. I've been missing a lot of days the past fcew weeks.
p.s. We attempted to watch "Bruno" last night, but walked out and got a refund.
Pure filth. I mean, We GOT that he was gay, but he reeeeaally ruubs your face in it. Too much. Made me sick. I hope it flops.
KoP
p.s. We attempted to watch "Bruno" last night, but walked out and got a refund.
Pure filth. I mean, We GOT that he was gay, but he reeeeaally ruubs your face in it. Too much. Made me sick. I hope it flops.
KoP
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