This journal is dead.

RIP.

SCREW CANADA, I’M GOING TO MEXICO ( Read more... )

Oh hell yes.

Fifteen and a half miles with resistance.

There's going to be some serious chaffing tomorrow, though.

But I took my victory shower, ate my victory apple, and now I'm doing my victory sit. If only I had a victory soda.

Sweet Moses, I'm a bundle of effing sunshine today ( Read more... )

I really ought to wash my hair. I look like a bum. More so than usual, anyway. Not that anyone is going to see me today, but I must keep up appearances. If not for myself than at least for Jasper ( Read more... )

Expanding on my previous entry, I'm actually still alive. And better. If not a little sore ( Read more... )

( Random facts you might not have known, because I have nothing better to post. )

Happy birthday, Ezra Jordan Hanson Jordan Ezra Hanson [who goes by Ezra.]! He's two years old today, aww. Also happy birthday to skanky_rabbit who's seventeen. :]

In other news, I'm not doing anything today. And if you're not either, lets be cool and do nothing together.

( This is what happens when you mix us, Taylor [and his fashion sense], and Halloween together. )

I'm still alive. So if Angeline really is a murderer, she never got around to killing me ( Read more... )