Today is friday. I am sitting here waiting for things to fall into place. I have clothes in the dryer and clothes in the wash, they need to hurry up and get clean. I have shit to do and they are taking their sweet ass time. I have a speeding ticket I need to pay that has recently expired. Maybe they will forget about me and I can just keep ignoring to pay it. Fucking money hungry cops. I also have to take my car to the tire shop so they can earn some money. Summer tires mean even more speeding tickets, ahhhh. If I was a speed cop I would arrest myself for being such a douche. Don't get me wrong I don't hate all police, I know some I happen to like quite a lot, but the ones who have to pull me over in order to have a conversation are clingy and annoying.
Let's see, what else. Well, first of all I don't know why I'm talking about myself as if this is an actual blog, but I've lost my fictional writing inspiration lately. So, what else should you know about my personal business... Let's see, I'm training to become the world's 2nd greatest squash player. I figure if I get good enough I can play the first greatest player, and then once he/she beats me I'll make up business cards saying I'm the "2nd greatest".
If you have never played squash you either don't know what it is, or assume it's a lame sport for old people who are too out of shape to play a real sport, like dodgeball. Well, you are fucking wrong, and dodgeball is a game for school children! Screw you for assuming that, why would you even force me to write such an absurd comment. Squash is a sport of kings and queens and all in betweens. Stop knocking it until you try it, you will be hooked.
here's a little inspiration for all you little giggly love bunnies:
That squash picture is from another page that happens to be quite interesting, go take a look and read about one of the greatest squash players since the invention of lulu lemon pants, Jahangir Khan
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Dont you know? all great squash players have an equally great mustache. Its just part of the gig i think..
ReplyDeleteI was seriously thinking about joining the city dodge ball league, but now that I know it's for little children I guess I can't - you killed my dream. Maybe those chatty cops should start patroling dodgeball leagues for lurking pedophiles.
ReplyDeleteThat would be a better use of they time.
ReplyDeleteLove those pants.
ReplyDeleteI know right, fucking sexy
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