The birthday curse has apparently been lifted, or at least lessened. On to better things--such as the Death Cab concert Thursday. I should really take a camera to this one since there are no current pictures of me in existence.
Running up hills in the woods with handweights in 50-degree weather is the best ever. You should try it. Also in the woods, no one can hear you pant and whimper.
Following yesterday's column, I have been recruited to lobby for the marijuana policy project.. hmmmm. Weed for justice, anyone? The ironic thing is that I personally do not smoke anything other than cheap cigars (I was hef in another life...and consequently will be again for halloween--wait until you see my kick-ass smoking jacket and playboy bunny slave, but I digress). Anyway, basically, the potheads love me now. I'll take that.
Running up hills in the woods with handweights in 50-degree weather is the best ever. You should try it. Also in the woods, no one can hear you pant and whimper.
Following yesterday's column, I have been recruited to lobby for the marijuana policy project.. hmmmm. Weed for justice, anyone? The ironic thing is that I personally do not smoke anything other than cheap cigars (I was hef in another life...and consequently will be again for halloween--wait until you see my kick-ass smoking jacket and playboy bunny slave, but I digress). Anyway, basically, the potheads love me now. I'll take that.
Anyway, I've got to see this Hef costume. We should meet up sometime on Halloween so I can not at all explain to my friends where I know you from. Whaddaya think?