Random fact about yourself

I bet he's popular with the doggies.

 

I smell good.

 

I squatted 375 lbs this afternoon.

 

I think I shat a good 10 lbs today.

That damn pasta... comes in and goes right out, yep yep.

 

Im a half caste =) My mothers white and from the former soviet union (Azerbaijan is the specific country) and my dad's a brown guy from Bangladesh .

 

Damn, that's good stinky. I don't go over 300. The exercise is just to dangerous. I put my back out when I was young on a squat and decided never to push myself too hard with that again.

I also wasn't wearing a belt, and my form was bad. I may start it again, but I don't know how much stronger I need my quads. I do all my exercise from home these days.

 

I have no idea of my nationality. I know I've got some Irish and some German in there. But my family tree just kind of splits off with adoptions and unknown origins.

I could be black. It'd explain my natural flow. :H

 

and than we die...

 

My supervisor gave me a lot of coke instead of the cash he said he'd hook me up with for fixing up his computer.

So I took it. Haven't done coke in a year or so. Now I remember why. It's a freaking stupid drug. He would have given me $100 if I had waited, and the cokes going to be gone by this morning.

It feels good for like twenty minutes, then you want more because the crash sucks. It makes me really agitated.

My plan was to stay up late and write. I've gotten a lot of ideas, but nothing on paper. I hope I don't forget what I've come up with once I fall asleep.

Drugs are fun every now and then, but bleh. I could have used that $100. I'd have to keep hounding him though.

Shouldn't be slinging anyway. He's on pro, and he has a daughter. He said this was the last time because he needed the cash, but I'm going to have to talk to him if he buys more.

I hate having to lecture people. Especially when I'm spending the night getting amped. But I feel a need to look out for people, and he's a good guy, despite being an ex-con.

 

*blech* that's horrible. what a nasty feeling. th epost office in farmington smells so much like coke that i'd get a sick stomach every time i'd go there.

i can't actually recall the last time either of my daughters ate any of the food i set in front of them. i think they're growing hydroponically.