Black belt strippa
2002-03-14 8:18 a.m.

It's official. I am white trash. Two words: celebrity boxing. Oh. My. God.

I realized I was white trash while I was screaming at the television: "God damn it, Vanilla! Keep your hands up! What the f*ck are you doing? Keep your hands up!" Simon and I were yelling and laughing until our sides ached. The Tonya Harding vs. Paula Jones match was a massacre. Paula started out strong but once she took a punch she freaked and her technique went out the window. She spent the rest of the match turning her back to Tonya and running away. Rule #1 in boxing (or sparring) don't offer your opponent the back of your head. I guess this means I'll have to start putting old appliances in the front yard along with miscellaneous trucks on blocks and a few lazy smell hounds.

I'm excited about seeing the Shaolin Monks tonight. We are in the second row so if I'm lucky I'll get some monk sweat on me. ~swoons~ for some reason I'm really into bald guys lately. It's the whole Lex Luthor/Monk thing. I also get to have Chinese food beforehand at Dragon Fish with some fellow kung-fuers. How appropriate.

I went to kung fu class last night. My knee is a little painful even though I took is easy. Oh well, I have my trusty bottle of ibuprofen in my purse.

My brother is coming up tomorrow for Simon's birthday. Simon has to work but my brother and I are taking the day off! I'm toying with the idea of buying an iBook. But if I buy and iBook I need to buy an iPod and AirPort to go with it. Then I need to get DSL. Still�I think I can afford it.

Strange google hit of the day: "Black Belt Stripper" So, whatcha wearing under that gi?

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