Thursday: Happy Birthday Lil' Sis!!!
Everyone go leave offensive birthday wishes on her journal. She's the big 24 today! *sniffle* They grow up so fast, don't they?
Last night, as per the usual Wednesday schedule, was boxing with Juan. Evidently Juan was feeling extra-assholey last night: Normally we do push ups in intervals of 10 or 20 at the most (as in 'DROP AND GIMME 20!' when we fuck up a combination) - last night it was 30 to 60. I consider myself to be in fairly decent shape, but 8 or 9 installments of 60 straight-legged push ups is not in my repertoire. So I had to put my knees down pretty frequently to get through the class, and subsequently I have bruises on my knees. Classy.
The only thing I hate more than push ups are mountain climbers. And the only thing I hate more than mountain climbers are bodybuilders. We did an assload of the both of those, too.
Owie.
In other news, since when does the motherfucking MTA think that their service is worthy of a very sneaky fare increase? It's such bullshit. While some may think that $6 measly dollars more per month isn't a big deal, that $6 already has a place it needs to go in my case. And again, if the service was RELIABLE and PLEASANT and TIMELY, I wouldn't get such a sour feeling handing them my money.
I remember when I loved living in New York. I remember DYING to get out of Canada.
Ah, youthful ignorance.
/end rant
OH. I remember now what else happened last night - there's this fellow in my boxing class, Dave. He's hilarious - we joke around all the time and poke fun at eachother during class. Anyway, we usually walk home together after class, as he and his wife live in the same area as Dan and I. As we were on our way out yesterday, Dave said that he needed to stop at Coco Roco to pick up a chicken for dinner. I told him I wanted to go home to eat dinner, I was tired, bla bla bla. Until he offered to buy ME a chicken.
Free, good food will make me agreeable to just about anything.
When I got home with the chicken (and PLANTAINS!), Dan and I agreed that it was a little weird that my buddy from the gym bought me a chicken. Don't get me wrong, we tore it apart with our choppers like cavemen. But it IS kind of weird, right?
Alright, I have to go pretend to like my job now.
Shadow of the day: Sushi Flower.
^28 days^
Everyone go leave offensive birthday wishes on her journal. She's the big 24 today! *sniffle* They grow up so fast, don't they?
Last night, as per the usual Wednesday schedule, was boxing with Juan. Evidently Juan was feeling extra-assholey last night: Normally we do push ups in intervals of 10 or 20 at the most (as in 'DROP AND GIMME 20!' when we fuck up a combination) - last night it was 30 to 60. I consider myself to be in fairly decent shape, but 8 or 9 installments of 60 straight-legged push ups is not in my repertoire. So I had to put my knees down pretty frequently to get through the class, and subsequently I have bruises on my knees. Classy.
The only thing I hate more than push ups are mountain climbers. And the only thing I hate more than mountain climbers are bodybuilders. We did an assload of the both of those, too.
Owie.
In other news, since when does the motherfucking MTA think that their service is worthy of a very sneaky fare increase? It's such bullshit. While some may think that $6 measly dollars more per month isn't a big deal, that $6 already has a place it needs to go in my case. And again, if the service was RELIABLE and PLEASANT and TIMELY, I wouldn't get such a sour feeling handing them my money.
I remember when I loved living in New York. I remember DYING to get out of Canada.
Ah, youthful ignorance.
/end rant
OH. I remember now what else happened last night - there's this fellow in my boxing class, Dave. He's hilarious - we joke around all the time and poke fun at eachother during class. Anyway, we usually walk home together after class, as he and his wife live in the same area as Dan and I. As we were on our way out yesterday, Dave said that he needed to stop at Coco Roco to pick up a chicken for dinner. I told him I wanted to go home to eat dinner, I was tired, bla bla bla. Until he offered to buy ME a chicken.
Free, good food will make me agreeable to just about anything.
When I got home with the chicken (and PLANTAINS!), Dan and I agreed that it was a little weird that my buddy from the gym bought me a chicken. Don't get me wrong, we tore it apart with our choppers like cavemen. But it IS kind of weird, right?
Alright, I have to go pretend to like my job now.
Shadow of the day: Sushi Flower.
^28 days^
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what gym do you go to? have you found one in brooklyn you like?