peanuts.
lives up the hype. yum!! i love eating. i think if i had to give that up or rather give up junk food or grease. . . i would be unhappy for the rest of my life.
lives up the hype. yum!! i love eating. i think if i had to give that up or rather give up junk food or grease. . . i would be unhappy for the rest of my life.
totally rocked. friday a friend bailed on me for dinner and i was kind of bummed out about it since i was looking forward to getting out of my house and forgetting the shitty week i had. . . but wouldn't you know it, things turned out even better. richard and i went out to dinner and then called up the twins. they were down to go out. so was anson and caragan. we stopped at tres gringos first but decided it sucked. so we headed to jacks. got the whole asian invasion crew together.
my freaking fingers when i closed the car door. now i have these little red bruises on my knuckles. damn that hurt almost as bad as when i kicked the metal part of my bed on accident yesterday. i feel like someone somewhere is telling me not to exercise because i don't know how well i'm gonna be able to run and lift tomorrow.
so callin the boss in five to figure out what this new trial project is for me to prove my writing and speaking skills. YIKES. then off to the gym for day 2 of scheduled training. 3 miles today! we'll see how it all goes. i've been on a bad exercising schedule ever since the festival :(
i might possibly become the new development manager at CQ. which would mean gaining sponsorship for the organization and working closely with both co-founders. scary!!! but exciting :D
i got into a conversation today with a friend about the kind of literature i like. it's not often someone shares a common interest or even a slight interest in reading. . and i hate to sound like i'm name dropping but there's some really great stuff out there. amiri baraka being one of them.
seems to surface every couple years. how strange. haha. i re-read some of the stuff written in here and it makes me laugh. i think maybe i remember what i was actually thinking vs. what was written. everything is always so cryptic!!! i feel like all that stuff was so heavy hearted. sure, i still have my own issues but i think that's part of being an adult/being human.