... and I was right. But I did see it going either way. But damn, Chuck was sloppy.
Training is fun. Mo and I got into the mitt feeding. 'twas very badass. She knocked me with a right hook into the pad right in front of my solar plexus and drummed it. Sucked. But I was so happy.
Spider. We must play, team.
I still think about her. What else can I do to expunge her from my mind? In retrospect, it happened with Ashley too. Gawd, I'm a fool.
July 4th will be... interesting. A test of Superman's mettle and integrity. Integrity? Me? Y'know... there was a time that I wouldn't have scoffed at it.
I have a lot to answer for. And a lot to pay for. And I'll do my best.
Reading and studying are taking place... outside of classes.
Time to sharpen every aspect.
The Tudors is an awesome show. But Henry VIII was a fat bastard... not a skinny, somewhat-muscled, androgenously-featured man of short stature. Where's Deadwood?
And still yet... I can't help but think (hope?) that...
And let's not forget: Spread positive karma.
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