Showing posts with label Boxing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boxing. Show all posts

Monday, January 17, 2011

“No, no, no, you always had that wrong, I really am that shallow.”

“It’s not a real house!”
“Good, he’s not a real man.”
–Arrested Development

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Thursday, January 13, 2011

"My arm hurts from flipping pages, that's how out of shape I am."


“Life if shit wall to wall.” –Louis C.K

“Did I adequately answer your condescending question?”


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Showered/Shaved.
Printing went quickly.
Crit was well.
Alyssa and I got Indian for lunch, a tradition of our from Freshman year we forgot.
Chilled with Juliana while Alyssa got ready.
Went to the boxing gym.
Ate pizza with Alyssa, finally after looking for a million places still open.
Deposited a check.
I had an excuse for you tonight. A real one. Ha!
(9)

(-)
Henry didn't start.
Walked to class.
Shoes were soaked.
Ate pizaa. Guh. Need to stop.
You weren't there. Are you EVER there anymore?
(5)

Surprisingly, better than I thought it would be..

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Alyssa Ki is my favorite spelling police woman.

(This isn't my photo, Alyssa took this.)

But Nino's adorable. And that's the cake.
Most well mannered 14 year old I have ever come across.
Between 12-16 is usually the age I hate the most.
Gives me hope for man kind.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

“I’m in a good mood, I just hate you.”

"When was the last time I was on your blog young lady?" -Alyssa