So I went driving around. I was on a fullscale donutshop hunt. And I only found one. Wah? I swear there were like 12 last time I looked.
As well I took that photo and fixed the shadows and sun, but I guess not.
In an effort to become occupied I went and tried enrolling to a GYM. I was scared. I tried going to a gym in Cairo but couldnt really do it more than 5x. In fact I really just want to get in a super strong state of being so that I can kick ass on day one back on the slopes, quite unlike the pain and fatigue of skiing in Lebanon. Yup, that would be good. The trainer lady I talked to did say there was a biker community 7 miles east of here. Really? So Im fixing my ride to go and make a positve showing and kick some roadie ass with a mtb.
Just like my mom and I did, Im doing a serious CSI marathon everyother night. I can pack away about 3-4 of em. Though this last summer I got hooked on some medical show called House, and Im gonna go and buy the season, watch it and send it east, way east.
KTM 450 sx-f ....plan to ride soon. Jasons 8 cooling units....plan to quenched of thirst.
2 comments:
oh, what a wonderful way to spend a summer of tuesday nights. think of all the bonding and biting, oh jackson. i thought tv was a waste of life? perhaps there are other fun things to do in butte too. who knows?
Its a conspiracy! Or bad managerial skilz. There probably were 12 donut shops when you got there. If they were run by Texans(a.k.a morons)or Mexicans(a.k.a no speaky de engrish) they have gone out of busines and will soon be replaced by a new donut shop in the same place with a different name because they can't think what else they should do with the building.
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