I ate octopus on Thursday. I danced into the night in the Vegas heat on Friday at Chateau. On Saturday I actually went into the main pool at Rehab Las Vegas and enjoyed myself.
I didn’t say this list would be reasonable, affordable or modest. It was, however fun to put together. Seriously, I’m not a materialistic cat so don’t take this shit to heart. I’m just having fun with you.
Dad made a point of living with purpose; to live for happiness. As tribute to him, I’m happy to oblige.
Though I Jedi-mind-fucked myself to believe that ALL clothes were built small before, I’ve getting somewhat of a vindication of those feelings now.
75 pounds was supposed to mean a new WWE Championship Belt for my reward. As much as I am a sucker for the 20 pounds of gold around my waist, what’s the point of having a belt if your pants won’t stay up?
N***a what? I don’t even use that term but I dropped it when I saw that result. I stepped off and let it reset. Stepped back on. 70 pounds. I lost 70 pounds in 70 days?
So I had a personal breakthrough this evening. My wife and I made a trip to the mall tonight to drop of our wedding rings for their semi annual cleaning and stone treatment. Since we drove all the way over to The Galleria at Sunset we decided to make the trip worthwhile and do some window shopping.