You do not want to be in a room with me right now

Every part of my body smells like some toxic. I am stinky bitch right now. I was up late last night so I went to work out this afternoon. OH MAN! It is 90 degrees outside and inside the wreck it must have been at least 80. I was sweating like nobodies business. I stink so so so bad. Quickest few miles of my life. There is a boys basketball camp going on at the wreck all week and everytime I was at the east end of the gym I had my eyes glued on it. I wish I had done basketball camps as a kid. I love Basketball.

2 down, 1 to go. I took an exam for my film class today, and boy was it easy. I cut that sucker up like it was a well cooked ham. Toss another A on the pile because that was ridiculous. Alright, I work tonight and than I am done with Phut for the week. I better be golfing this time tomorrow, I haven't golfed since Sunday and I'm feeling the itch. Later punks.

P.S. I know it's the "rec" not the "wreck," let me have my fun.
P.S.S. I realize that golf is the whitest of the white man sports but until you've played a great game while bullshiting with your bestfriend, you dont know how fun it can be.

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