Sunday, February 26, 2006 Ready to drop
The Camel corporation keeps sending me money clips in the mail. So far, there have been three, plus three sets of boxed matches with pin-up girls on them. It was poignant when last week I couldn't stop coughing, and this crap kept coming in the mail.
Poignanter still is even though I went nearly a week without smoking, I'm smoking still, technically (although I am not right now and haven't all day today.) Money clips, though! You sons of bitches. Thank you for enforcing my lack of clippable money, a lack due in part to required purchases of your scumming scumfull scum product that I like so much.
Oh, God, though, in other news, I went to State of Confusion with some of the rollergirls and refs last night, and it was a lot of fun. Falling on concrete hurts slightly less than I expected it to, but I'm not trying to say it doesn't hurt. I just blew it up in my head.
I didn't catch a single bit of air, but I hadn't imagined I would right off the bat. I just rolled up and down slight inclines, which was the decent thing to do. Tracy and I raced up and down some of these slight inclines, but then I fell about twelve feet from the mark, and even though I slid several additional feet, I just couldn't recover in time. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 2/26/2006 07:50:00 PM
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