On Saturday Steve and I went on a big long mountin bike ride in red rock topanga. Strawber was so excited. The ride ended up being like 4 miles or something and poor Strawbers paws just weren’t up for it! So now she is bed ridden because her front paws are all blistered up. I didn’t know a dog’s paws could be so fragile. Poor dawb.
This last picture is before going to Nikki’s “Prom Party” last night. I drank way too much and in my classic Tavis style barfed in the bushes and was sick with hangover all day today. Poor me and dawba.
Archive for September, 2003
Poor Strawber.
Monday, September 29th, 2003Bloody Foot
Saturday, September 20th, 2003Today I took strawber out on a skateboard. She was very anxious about it and she ran very fast. On the sidewalk, on our way back from the park, she was going so fast that by the time we reached my house I was still going quite fast. So I put my foot on the tail of my skateboard to skid to a stop. However, because i was wearing my flip-flops, when my foot slipped off the back my bare skin was scraped with quite a bit of force on the gritty pavement. OUCH!
A few days ago I actually SHAVED!. My mustache is growing back with quite force.
Crazy PingPong!
Tuesday, September 16th, 2003This is just fantastic!
mobile blogging
Wednesday, September 10th, 2003This my first blog entry from my mobile communicator the sidekick. Pretty frickin cool. Can’t wait to get some time develop something custom for this device. Maybe just cooler graphics even.. Who knows if ill ever even find the time though. Work keeps damn busy. . .but it feel good.
I met a columbian girl named toni in yoga class today. I also met a south african girl named tavia at ericas fashion rhing at star shoes last night. It was weird cuz just as this girl was walking by I was telling natalie about the south african drink called . . . And tavia stopped and said “did you south africa?” and we talked alittle about the drink. I wanted to keep talking to her but she said “I don’t mean to be such a flirt, I was just looking for my friends”. She touched my left hip and said “nice meeting you”. Why does the idea to run after these girls always come too late?