My weekend was pretty rad.
Saturday was UFC night. Dinner at home, then out with the boy and some of the guys (and girl) from the gym to discuss Nick Diaz and his awesome-ness and other such topics. Then over to another friend's house to actually watch the UFC. Which was fun, aside from the fact that pretty much every guy I liked lost, and that when you put guys who don't know each other in a room watching fights, testosterone battles emerge. Still had fun though.
Sunday morning the boy made pancakes and we took a bubble bath, then went to see some of his friends (who are becoming my friends too) and ate sushi. Yum. Philosophical discussion on the way home, then to bed while watching X-Men.
My life is really not too bad at all. Off to kickboxing tonight. And I'm actually making progress on my writing. Up to 35 single-spaced pages on one work of fiction is the most I've ever done. boundcreature needs to hurry up and draw it for me...
Saturday was UFC night. Dinner at home, then out with the boy and some of the guys (and girl) from the gym to discuss Nick Diaz and his awesome-ness and other such topics. Then over to another friend's house to actually watch the UFC. Which was fun, aside from the fact that pretty much every guy I liked lost, and that when you put guys who don't know each other in a room watching fights, testosterone battles emerge. Still had fun though.
Sunday morning the boy made pancakes and we took a bubble bath, then went to see some of his friends (who are becoming my friends too) and ate sushi. Yum. Philosophical discussion on the way home, then to bed while watching X-Men.
My life is really not too bad at all. Off to kickboxing tonight. And I'm actually making progress on my writing. Up to 35 single-spaced pages on one work of fiction is the most I've ever done. boundcreature needs to hurry up and draw it for me...
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