You know what amazes me, that I can give my kids all the advice in the world but I'll never take it. I can be a hell of a personal trainer. I know excercises, drills, etc. for most situations. I can tell people what to eat, when, dieting tips, etc. but I'll never use them. You know, I've taken classes on sports, on coaching, physical training, I have friends who are professional personal trainers, NCAA Division trainers, coaches. It's of no use to me.
Where was I going with this? Who knows?
Things can be so obvious. The path is lit, the guys with those cool lights are guiding me in. I want to keep circling. These are the kind of entries that make me doubt my sanity. Parts rambling, parts coherent thoughts.
I just keep typing. Let it out. D's party is Saturday, I have absolutely nothing to wear. I hate clubs. However, television could definitely use more "fly-girls". It's amusing to see J-Lo back then.
I also lost my black Zoo York skully to go along with the grey one I lost last month. I'm losing it. Gray? Grey? I always get them confused just like recieved or received. I'm an idiot but I'm not cheating by using dictionary.com.
This feels like a meme kind of night.