Sunday, September 14, 2008'♥
-watch them fly saturdays.-
just when i thought i had a little something to pique the interest of who and what is left in this void space, my cs 3 dies on me.
so the story goes.like a fat pussy cat in the loft, i have long been domesticated and has evolved to nothing more than a bum. Any sport or any attempt to bring me out to the great outdoors is a torment to both me and the perpetrator of my comfort ( him). playing badminton with his parents at the club have left me sore and blistered. it doesnt take an idiot to know that badminton isnt my best talent and for a while, it did feel like the badminton paralympics.
and no, i am not complaining despite that deceiving overtone. i had fun, no doubt about it. in fact i forsee myself playing on a more regular basis.
anyway,we headed to linc's place in the afternoon.i slept while the boys went about their business in war hammer and sorts. steamboat was good ,company was good, dessert was good. journey way home wasnt. travelling home from the east is just insane.
truth be told, just now was the first time i was ever on a monkey bar.
anyway,it felt alittle sad leaving lincoln's place. i am never good at seeing friends fly off.
it is just depressing.
p.s. sorry , that i couldnt post pictures of the groupie.photobucket just reduced us to nothing but blurry pixelated squares.
p.s . i was thinking to myself just now .so what if flab reality checked in on those thighs? i would look into the mirror a thousand times and still think i am beautiful.
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