So I managed to get a slight tear in my calf muscle on my left leg a few weeks back.
How you ask?
In the most manliest way possible.
Stretching in my bed after waking up.

I hate pulling a calf muscle, one of the worst pains in the world.
To emphasize the point, I did it again, at about the same time, the next weekend, with the calf muscle on my right leg.
Think that one's fine.

Apparently, I have lots of attitude.
I might not know it, but I have lots of attitude.
According to one disgruntled parent.
Would it help if I spoke with a softer voice?
Good ol' retail.
Wednesday was probably the only "bad day" I've ever had on the job.
The way that day was going, I was expecting to get mugged while picking up my father from the LAX.
Right after a full shift.

It's all gouda though.
Standing at 6'2, the LAX international arrivals area makes me feel REALLY tall.
I've also learned that if I wear my "I Like Penguins" version 2.0 t-shirt, I'm going to be stopped by random people for help with the payphones.

Should be more posts headed your way.
At least once a week.
Unless I get distracted again.

Things to write about:
-Blind dates
-Late night "activities"
-Tips on stalking me
-Weddings

Current Brain Age: 20
The Random Quote:
"I've been going out with you for about a year now. In my mind." - Jamie Foxx