on second thought, i'll just defeat this entry. /delete/
i accidently left my tips in the jar last nite. Its ok, i thought as i was at home, i'll pick them up tommorow, why would anyone steal my tips? Nobody i work with is that much of a...
oh yeah, vanessa opened up today. Wtf. she stole my tips. This was not cool.
A retaliatory action may follow.
grrrr.
....
i need jungle greens and browns around me, not all this dead whiteness. its good for a visit, but no. not for me.
not my kind of women either. At least not in this pat of the world. Maybe in sweden or something.
i gotta look up: that bad guy that bond hunted down across town/up the tower in the new movie. That actor was fucking awesome. stunt dude, whatever. thats parkour at its finest right there. i want to move like that. therefor, i need to train like that. In a place where one can actually train outside. not where its hard to breathe outside because the air is so cold it hurts your lungs. A little cold is nice. This is just.....ridiculous. people shouldn't live up here. its not healthy.
at least us jungle tropic people. heh.
I like the working out in the garage: i don't like the cold. its not good.
seriously. i'm gonna get as much money as i can, get one or two tools, and get the fuck out of here. i'd rather be on the move down south than chillin up here.
oi.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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