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Pour that Shit Out

October 1 baby, let’s ride. We made it fam, October’s here. Went for a nice run yesterday but my pace was pretty slow. Ran 7 miles at like an 8:30 pace. Was telling myself I was going to run this half marathon on Saturday really quickly but I don’t think that’s going to happen. Still loving these runs but I think my days of running a 10+ miles at a 7 minute pace are over. That’s alright though dawg. I snagged me some parallel bars from the internet and just started doing dips. Absolute game changer. On Tuesday I did 100 dips, pushups, and pullups and that was a helluva workout. Titties was poppin.

Been really in my emo bag for the last week or two. Started texting my one friend because I forgot to register for his family event. Immediately told him I love him haha. What an outrageous thing to do. And I’ve been doing it a lot! Eh but I’m not embarrassed it was a nice conversation and I was being honest. Good dude. We plan on catching up and playing some chess and talking about shit. I’ll probably cry haha. Good stuff though homie! Pour that shit out.

My chess game comes and goes. Sometimes I get that right caffeine buzz and I feel like I’m Zack Galifinakis playing blackjack. Sometimes I get like 15 moves ahead and I make silly blunders in the here and now. It’s easy to do. I remember getting high as hell and playing chess with my buddy at his house. His brother started watching us and we were talking about how we were getting pretty good at chess. He was telling us how cool that was and how he should start doing that with his friends. Started asking us for advice. I blundered my queen in like 3 moves. Haha good times man. Laugh at yourself brother, it’s worth it.

Was so in my emo bag that I ordered a poster with Jimmy Valvano’s quote about having a full day. Posted that shit up in my room this morning. I love it. I’m going to read that everyday. Also I was thinking that I might start writing a book on here. Just open up a new blog and add a little more to it when I can. I’m thinking about what I can title it. I’ll just write with no plan in mind and see if I can run into something brilliant. If you keep throwing spaghetti at the wall eventually you’ll get fettuccini alfredo.

That shit corny dawg!