YEAH FUCKING RIGHT! That little motto was on a Marine Corps. t-shirt Brandon has. Fuckin’ Marines. They’re not human. (And God bless them all for that too!) Anyhoo. Apparently my bad ankle doesn’t like the concrete pavement that much. My ankle has bugged me all day and it’s insy winsy little bitty swolen. The upside is that my legs aren’t sore. So at least somebody is getting used to the new ritualistic abuse called running. Now, to my preparation for tomorrow’s festivities. The Big Boss is leaving. Did I tell you that? And tomorrow is the day we throw him...
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I have failed to mention to you guys that I have started my attempt at running again. Yep. I started a few weeks ago. At once a week rate. LOL. Pretty much I showed up at Pound 4 Pound on Monday. Tuesday I’d be incredibly sore. Wednesday I’d have all the intentions to go back but something would happen. Next thing I know it was the weekend. So, this morning I went out for my 15-20 minute walk/jog/run at the neighborhood park. All cocky about having run a whole mile on the treadmill on Monday, almost 1.5 mile when I...
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Dear Chris, It just hits me that you are getting married today. TODAY! My dearest Frenchman is getting married and I couldn’t be there with him. *sigh* I am so happy for you, Chris! I know we haven’t been close in the recent years, but I think being one of your early friends still count for something. After all, you introduced me to a lot of things that shaped the rest of my life. IRC. HTML. Star Wars. My first boyfriend Kit. The Derby — well, we were fools the first time we were there, weren’t we? But then you...
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I just got a spam mail with the subject line “Assailant Anchovies” soon after “She had a chicken roti”. I’ve seen many other odd subject lines recently but, man, this one takes the cake! What about you?  What have you seen recently in the spam trend?...
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