So me, Jack, T and Frankie went for a run tonight. A long time ago, what seems like an eternity now, I used to be a decent runner. I was pretty fit and fast.
anyway, those days are gone forever. It must not have been that long and by the end i was sure i was going to die. but i didn't, so good for me.
Lots of cute cats and dogs walking around in the street. I kind of want to take in a kitten and keep it in the apartment. It’s prolly not a good idea. Still, you can dream though.
The apartment is ballsin and i would live here forever if I could. It’s too cold in Wisconsin. What’s the deal with that?
I feel like my spanish is improving slightly and I’m looking forward to making jokes again.
Q: What’s the difference between a Harley Motorcycle and a Hoover vacuum?
A: The position of the dirtbag.
On second thought that joke may not make sense. I’d spend 100 times as long explaining it that I did telling it.
I had some penne dish at an Argentinean restaurant tonight. It’s run by a couple that lives in the back. There is also a dog there. I think I’m going to take pictures of all the dogs.
Also I plan to eat more meat on a stick.
Frankie eats a lot of cereal.