A Few Good Men

Last night's scrimmage with just 5 of our 12 players representing. Next week we'll make a better showing. I'd hate to start the season like this. Not the other guys. Me. The clock to the official start of the season is ticking away and it's gonna blow up in my face if I don't step up.

A cool sidenote to last night was being joined by Juan, the captain of MA, who won one game all least season. Against us. Fuckers.

I've been trying to get pics but my cel phone picture capture ain't working. Last thing in the world I need right now is a new cel. Not like I ever pick it up when people call anyways. I'm rude like that.

Yesterday was the official opening of GR-EATS. The opening was on the downlow so there wasn't a huge turnout but the food is off the hook. We sampled the burger, fried chicken, penne, and veggie spring rolls. I'm going back today for the penne. Get in now before the crowds show up.

Edit: Due to the fact that my brother is a motherfucking thief there's no GR Eats on my lunch menu. My lunch is being spent revising the security of my living area in order to keep his ass out of my shit.

Conversation I had with my ex regarding this piece of shit dick that just so happens to be a blood relative.

H ~ Y'know he is your brother. It's not like you never did anything bad.

Me ~ There's a fucking difference. I didn't do it to people I know. Big fucking difference.

H ~ But still. He is your brother.

Positive reinforcement why some girls are doomed to be exes.