I feel guilty sometimes because of the pleasure I get seeing others fail. Like hearing about former highschool classmates already being married/divorced. Or seeing them balloon into the mid 200's and/or pop out some demon kid. There's nothing more exhilirating than pointing out the shortcomings of others, is there?
My fortune cookie today said I yearn for perfection. This is sort of accurate, but I wouldn't call it a yearn. I hope I never catch myself yearn. I don't even like catching myself wanting. Indifference is the easiest emotion.
I'm extra depressed this week after spending some good time in Austin. A good day is an even better day in Austin. Especially if it's around Capital of Texas Highway where everything transforms into beautiful. I even confuse guys for hot girls.
The fifth annual Joey Crawfish Festival is this weekend. The yearly tradition of me not eating crawfish but pounding beer hand over fist.
I've forsaken running lately in favor of trying to ride the bike at the gym and mixing in more weights/resistance exercises. Doesn't bode well for the Capitol 10K annual tradition.
But a good omen for the MS 150 bike ride is all the sweet stickers that came in today for me to decorate my bike with. Here are some examples:
Look good. Feel good. Play good.
Comments (2)
The guy next to you seems so familiar!!!!!! he live in austin?
crawfish sounds so good right about nowNo, he's not from Austin, but he does resemble Bob Saget. That explains the familiarity.