Started as a Boston Marathon training blog, but turned into more of a detailed boozing account. Just signed up for my 4th and longest distance triathlon with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's Team in Training. Follow me during my training season as I wear an awesome bike helmet, try not to drown, and run for the first time since last Boston Marathon. Check it out if you're bored and want to laugh so hard a little pee comes out.
Some people excel at science. Others excel in sports. Many may be musically talented. While I am decent, or some might say great, at all of these things, I am first and foremost known for my drinking abilities. To put it simply, I'm good at it. Come out with me one night, and I'll show you.I whoop some serious ass in beirut, survivor flipcup and I cheat at a$$hole. I am afraid of midgets, clowns, cats, spiders, and people who don't drink. I really dislike people who keep their profiles private, or random people who friend request me just to pump up their profile. NFI.
You might say I'm a little dorky. In elementary school there was a program called Book It; read 10 books and you get a free Pizza Hut personal pan pizza. I would read 10 books in a week. That makes me a dork, not a fatass. I went to overnight orchestra camp. No, not band camp. Orchestra camp. In high school I would bring my violin to drinking parties. Gotta love drunken entertainment.
Oh, I also NEVER wear pants. I hate them.
HillKiller, Beerdrinker, BB, Brenda(n)/Sally/Nancy, Heather, Jody...my TNT teammates and friends. You guys have supported me on the Boston Marathon course and of course in the bar. Never forget the naughty dirty car ride conversations and emails, 'Poonfest ("I've seen bigger scarves than KK's skirt"), getting booted out of my own fundraising party, shopping at the Sally store...through all the long tiresome runs and the long marathon drinking fests, we have been a team. You f-in ba$tards rule.
Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, it is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.
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