| It's been awhile I might as well write something. It took me two months to get the signatures and paperwork necessary to get my pistol permit; I had some money set aside for a Springfield XD40 and was ready to go through with it but there was a nagging voice in the back of my head that told me to stop. Not because of gun violence, hell no, I'm still getting a gun-- it's just been postponed. I knew if I got this gun, it would take me a little bit more to save up, not to mention the chances of me spending dough on impulse stuff would increase, for an engagement ring.  I won't go into the details on how I proposed but my fiance looked like she shit herself when I brought out the ring. When she shows the ring to other people, they look like they shit themselves.
A friend of a good friend happens to be a jeweler and he gave me some literature to read up on. After some deliberation and consulting, figuring out what's good, over the top, and unecessary I set my stipulations on the quality of the rock and price limit. And then I surpassed it. Well worth it I think. |
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| I've been commuting to Ct way too much for work. I can't quantify how much I hate the drive. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu is coming along. The first 5 classes I didn't have a gi and I did alright for eventually escaping. Now I have my Gi and everyone's grips are 1209039432x harder to get out of and I'm getting the shit kicked, er, choked out of me. It seems as if in any given position, the veteran guys have an Encyclopedia Brittanica of moves that they can try on me. As for me, I have a 2-page flyer in which the back of the second page is frantically written, "OMFG PANIC" and a tiny scrawling at the bottom that says "... just tap". It's an interesting environment. It's as family as a testosterone fueled alpha-(fe)male dominated group can get. They encourage you as much as they rip on you and push you to be better but damn you when you get the best of them. The head instructor asked if I could bulk to 205 and I declined. I mean, after a weekend of heavy eating and drinking I'll tip past 200, but it's by no means healthy. If and when I start competing I'd most probably have to drop to 189 and start running (gasp!) to improve my wind. This won't happen until I get better though; I don't feel like pissing money away and getting tapped out within thirty seconds Anytime the summer wants to get it on and stop being a cocktease I'm all ready for it. |
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| If money was no option I'd fill my day with any combination of:
- crossfit
- taekwondo
- brazilian jiu jitsu
- lifting but in the mean time I'll sit at my cubicle while atrophy does its business. ==== I'll add "watch movies" to the above list. Other than Up (which was pretty good) and cable I hardly watch movies nowadays |
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| I haven't checked the voicemail for my landline in 8 months. I'm in the process of listening to 44 new messages and I can only delete after listening to the entire voicemail. Apparently: 1) I am in desparate need of a loan reconfiguration, 2) my applications for a free satellite dish setup has been approved, 3) I have excessive balances on my credit cards, and 4) I'm also known as Cecilia Ignasio and American Express really needs me to call back about an urgent matter. |
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