Sometimes it seems like I'm either firing on all cylinders, running wide-open. OR, I'm bored. It's hard to make sense of it, but I feel most alive when I'm doing that race car thing. By the way, I saw this thing about "drifting" on Discovery Theater HD, and I'm thinking about tricking out Moriah's Cavalier and trying it out. Thank you for not skipping this paragraph.
This post is an amendment and explanation to Moriah's last post. As you can see in the photo of the happy couple, my left hand is located in the upper-hip region of Moriah's side. You will notice the excess hair matted on the top of that hand. This is messed up. My arms are seriously hairy and I don't know why. Fortunately, I have not started to wear gloves indoors. Coming up, read a funny story.
So what's the deal with pubes getting everywhere.
I remember when I was in the dorm living with my good friend Jeff. We didn't exactly vacuum, but we kept the place pretty tidy. Well, the floor was a different matter. Drop a sweater on the floor, and you were making a trip to the drycleaners. Pubes were everywhere, along with other types of hair from various cracks and crevices on the body.
Apparently things haven't changed, but the stakes are a bit higher now. The other day I was in the state capitol interviewing my good friend Phil Bredesen. Actually, we're not friends and I wasn't interviewing him, but I did have my mic in his face and he was answering my question and looking me in the eyeball. Fortunately he wasn't looking at the windscreen on my mic. That little foam ball had a pube sticking straight up out of it like it had been sewn into it.
Now I de-pube the screen before any interview, even with homeless people.
Love life, love your wife. Merry Christmas
blake
2 comments:
perhaps you are the new teen wolf. i wouldn't worry though, he was pretty cool and could do tricks while standing on top of moving vehicles.
I think Aristotle just turned to Buddha and said ... "What?"
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