this video demonstrates a few things
1. carlos zambrano is the most exciting major league baseball player to watch
2. the ump stepped into zambrano and “bumped” him, not the other way around – thus he was hilariously correct when he threw the ump out of the game
3. those newfangled gatorade machines can take a licking
and the problem with modern digital photography is it has a very difficult time documenting the shockingly unique beauty of canadian girls, and christie st martin just may be the fairest of them all.
born to wolves in the 17th century, christie was bitten by a vampire bat during the darkest day of the winter. she wasnt aware that she was a vampire till she realized she must. have. blood. several boyfriends into her feast she looked at the mirror and it looked back and laughed. then she laughed. then the lifeless heads at her feet laughed. then the house itself laughed.
and christie st. martin was borned!
today is her birthday. if i was in toronto i would kiss her cheek, check out her bffs and karoake with her like we did in olden times. back before she bit me in the heart and made me her #1 fan.
christie has that sort of effect on people, men and women alike, even without using her dark mojo. just the opposite, she uses happiness and humor and fancy costumes and thigh highs and kittens and guitar hero. and then youre hooked. you adore her as if she was a baby messiah with red hair. you are amazed at her like the lord was when he worked out the kinks of gravity and watched all the planets float in space.
she is the reason canadas snows melt in the spring. she is the reason that stamps only cost 44 cents. she is the reason why i will probably always love jenga.
very few people are like christie. and thats probably because theres only so much awesome to go around.
happy 223rd birthday ms st martin!
lovely photo by duane
on my midnight run. ive run in the day but i prefer doing it at night. i like to wear a knit cap and a hoodie and look like i just robbed a bank.
i put my headphones on and listen to howard stern and i dont even really listen i just need something in my ears to stop the brain from yammering on and on. i dont look at things, just the road. i dont really care where i am. i just wanna feel the ground on my feet. my shoes are that good.
what i need is a running intern. someone to hold my water bottle for me and look both ways as i run against red lights.
im so high maintence for a guy running two miles through hollywood.
this just in. i think im going to the Laker game tonight.
i am the luckiest man alive.