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Monday, January 13, 2003

 
born under a bad sign

bad luck has been following me around like a stray dog all weekend. here are some notable lowlights:

friday, after a mediocre night of k-town clubbing (where i spent much more than i had planned), i decided to head over to my man dave song's pad for a late-night jam session. the gate was locked so i thought id hop over the 10 foot high gate like the neighborhood friendly spiderman. too bad dew had covered the grass i just walked thru and the gate i was about to scale. as i hoisted myself up i slipped and my shirt, pants and boxers got caught on one of the portruding spikes from the gate. i had successfully ripped my brand new shirt i was sporting for the first time, my $70 wool pants (worn only once before), my boxers (a gift and only sentimental reminder of an ex-gf) and about 6 inches of my thigh.

this morning i realized i lost my wallet. i was 20 minutes late to work as i frantically searched my room, my car, the streets. ive never lost a wallet before. what a pain the ass to accompany the pain in my thigh.

soccer yesterday was blowout. we lost 4-0. i had 3 good opportunities to score and i choked every time. i felt sluggish and my body didn't seem to be responding to commands from my brain. is this what getting old is like? i also scraped my shin and elbow. the scab forming on my shin is sticking to my pant leg. the scab is a little furry. does that mean it'll heal faster?

all my friends went to las vegas this weekend. i dont know why, but i decided not to go. stories have been trickling in. half the guys came up a couple hundreds richer. some even thousands. about half were overall winnners. a rarity for a vegas trip. we'll be lucky if 1 guy walks away a winner. better yet, apparently a couple of the guys had a grand old time at this new strip club there, sapphire. they got along well with some of the girls and they were supposed to party together. but my friends got too wasted and went back and passed out. 2 of them scored digits. 1 guy was doing body shots with a girl. a blast was had by all.

monday mornings suck. i got a shitload of work i dont want to do so im wasting time writing in my blog. i suck.