Two Men and a Fiesty Bitch

So Breen and I decided to run yesterday instead of lifting because it was not too bad out and for some God awful reason we decided to take Alexis with us... that's my friends pitbull in case any females out there were insulted by the title. So lo and behold about, oh I don't know, 6 steps into the run Lex decides she leading this expedition and unlike Sacajawea we would not make it there safely. This dog went nuts... I mean it was dragging us everywhere it would run... and then stop... like dead while we're going. I'd be chatting with Breen, I could have been talking but I'm going with chatting so fuck you, and then like the last guy walking down a hallway in a horror flick... boom, gone. I turn back and there he is yelling at the dog who has apparently found the best smelling spot in Roselle Park. So needless to say the dog gets taken back home and we decide to "go to war" instead of dooing anything constructive... or healthy. Besides it was more humid then we expected and when you got the weight bench in the front yard humidity suddenly counts of more (could you imagine if that were true? Shout out to every bad ghetto movie ever for that reference). It is on the back porch though so whatever close. Needless to say I am a decorated war hero as of 10 pm last night and I put a whooping on some Germans. All in all a most productive, unproductive night. Later...

P.S. "go to war" means playing Medal of Honor 2... just a great game.

P.P.S. Ringing and running... still fun. Really fun... but you need to find a place to hide so you can see the action.

you want apologies

girl, you might hold your breath

until your breathing stops forever, forever

the only thing you'll get

is this curse on your lips:

i hope they taste of me forever

"Chicago is So Two Years Ago" Fall Out Boy