RockPharmer wrote:Jesus Christ theyre crawling out of the cracks this week.
Who else has made an appearance?
RockPharmer wrote:Jesus Christ theyre crawling out of the cracks this week.
evil temptress wrote:I guess our offer of taking Ike to authentic szechuan was kind of a waste, but we will take you anyways.
Irish, we miss you!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Don't you ever come to Atlanta anymore?
Joules, I would fill you in on my life, but you pretty much see what I do on facebook...living the life of a rockstar microbiologist, eating good food, running, and cleaning up after slim.
evil temptress wrote:RockPharmer wrote:Jesus Christ theyre crawling out of the cracks this week.
Who else has made an appearance?
stonefiend wrote:Sup. It seems life is pullin' rakeballz all over the place. Good to hear everyone is doing their thing. Nice to hear you're happy with your adventures Joules. Keep us updated!
I quit drinking. I'd in the past "quit" because of a hangover, thinking about the past, by recommendation when I thought things weren't progressing. This time, I did it for myself. I noticed how unproductive I was in general when I was drinking. I'd wake up feeling like shit.. unmotivated to do anything. Hitting snooze 4 times before realizing I'd be late to work if I didn't get the fuck out of bed. Didn't eat breakfast, rush to brush, put my underwear on the wrong appendage... sort of bs I realized was not good. Now, my history would dictate that I'd be dead by age 30, and I'd sorta lived my late teens into my twenties like there was no tomorrow. I guess there are some memories (few of which I remember) that are worth some level of entertainment. Yes, Midnight Lightning after a 12 pack in an hour at midnight in guide tennies did get me laid with some hippie gal who's name I fail to remember, but in retrospect, my climbing may have excelled further without the sauce. I think I can attribute all of my injuries in one way or another to drinking. My tendons, decisions, everything...
Now day 20 sober. Weird and a bit bored. Was irritable and breaking shit at work. Clumsy, slow, and firing back at superiors for anything and everything they had to say. My shiz is feeling a bit doughy and pungent, then bitchslapped with a good layoff from a job worth $4.50/hr. commission for busting my ass. Why did I take the job? You tell me man...
Replaced drinking with boxing as all I wanted to do was kill everything when I quit. Turns out it was a good outlet... Sucks to be all uncoordinated and stuff, but I can attribute it to being a neophyte. Jumping rope pisses me off, but the progress keeps me going. Sparred with a couple fast heavyweights aspiring to turn pro. Pretty much got smoked... well, they took it easy, but a hook to the shoulder sent me in the air. There's a lot more to the sport than I ever thought. It's like learning 20 golf swings, trying to hit a moving golf ball. It's fun though. Hope to get back into climbing, as I've found boxing wrecks shoulders. Fun for now though.
Now looking to start my own business. I hate people telling me what to do..
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