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January 30, 2004
janet, p-diddy, jessica simpson, bubba
What a difference a change in the weather makes. It was a blistering 36 degrees outside yesterday, and I actually felt like working out for the first time in two weeks due in part to the 'warm weather'. I had a great arm workout, but sometimes I had to close my eyes to focus on the workout, and not the scenery. Muscular armpits yearning for my tounge, hard hairy legs flexing as he shifts his weight, fresh masculine buzzcuts...I'm gettin' a Lolita complex here at the U for sure. Once the weather picks up enough where I can bike to the WSC downtown, I'll do that more often, as my workouts will be more focused, albeit with less attractive distractions.
Plus, yesterday my mind just opened up as if it had returned to normal brain matter, having been filled with cold jelly for the past month. I got ideas for a weblog/page redesign, and realized I could use MT or something like it as a content management to suit the requrements of my boss here at work. Funny how I can use this application to blog all the time, and fail to see it as a useful application for work.
And the recipient of the free basketball tickets went to WufPup, who will be using the tickets for a down-to-earth, masc, kickin' back, no fems date with another guy tonight.
Janet, P-Diddy, Jessica Simson, Bubba. All these stars will be on the field this Sunday for the Superbowl entertainment. Props to Bubba for the cool field show gig he landed there...let's all hope he can quit stalking Tom Brady and Adam Vinatieri long enough to do his job. Methinks several athletes will find their jockstraps missing.
My mom is outta control. She's leaving the safe womb of Western Wisconsin for an unprecedented Thelma-and-Louise style trip to NYC in March. I'm hoping it falls on spring break weekend, then I'll have a liesurely opportunity to hang out with The Revered Mother. Perhaps some special behind the scenes trips to famous places could be arranged by some benevolent scruffy blog hunkster who works in the entertainment industry in Manhattan? He'd get the honor of meeting my mom, who's sort of an amalgam of Rose Nylund from Golden Girls and Tim Taylor from Home Improvement.
D&D tomorrow with the gang, then off to Blowoff later in the evening, feat. Bob. Rock on.
Posted by jimbo at January 30, 2004 11:20 AM
Comments
Not to gossip, but tell Bubba that I've heard stories of the Panther's QB being out at some of "our" bars in Charlotte...
Posted by: Jeff at January 30, 2004 1:25 PM
Had a fun time last night -- even though Jimbo killed me off ;)
but that mead.... oh my head hurts this morning.
Posted by: Dwight at February 1, 2004 10:19 AM
It's not the mead, it's the carbs. That's a carbo/sugar hangover you got there son. And it was a pleasure dropping a big fat corrupted huge green dragon on your character, then blasting the remains with acid breath.
Posted by: jimbo at February 1, 2004 12:57 PM
seriously, your team has the best names for bars. blowoff will never cease to crack my shit up.
Posted by: the mighty jimbo at February 5, 2004 2:53 AM