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Walk a mile in my underpants
Humor, Travel, Food, Photography and Musings by Brian Eden
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Breaking News: Dog Invades North Korea.
I tried to warn her about the nuclear warheads, but she didn’t seem to care.
Buns of Bread
After five or so months of grotesque laziness I finally put my ass back on the abs diet. (I also put the rest of my body on it). I’m actually re-reading the book right now in an attempt to get motivated to stick with it. The idea is to be in pretty good shape by the time kayaking season kicks off in May and (maybe) enter some races this year. The kayak for hemophilia event was a lot of fun last year and I’d like to do it again and (maybe) not come in second.
You've got a little dirt or something.
For the record, dog mud wrestling: not that fun. Continue reading
Buy Stock in Kleenex
I have a cold. It’s annoying. I’ve burned through enough Kleenex in two days to wipe the noses of an entire army. (assuming the army had runny noses.) Continue reading
Natty
Everybody who’s ever had a puppy thinks that their puppy is the cutest puppy ever. But the thing is, they’re all wrong. My puppy is far cuter. Everyone else’s puppies are crap.
Doing Business
The thing they don’t tell you about getting a puppy is that you start to spend a disproportionate amount of time worrying about dog poop. Continue reading
About Writing
Lewis Black on being a writer: Continue reading
Fit for a Ho
I made Jamie Oliver’s “Working Girl’s Pasta” last night. “Pasta Puttanesca,” as Jamie explains, is Italian for “Whore’s pasta.” Though he’s not really sure why: “Maybe it’s because the dish was cooked very quickly, with no effort involved, or maybe it’s something the local prostitutes used to eat at home – who knows?!.” Continue reading
Umm.
See, the thing about this blog is that I never have anything to say on it.
It’s just kind of sitting here in cyberspace oblivion with no clear direction or purpose. It doesn’t know what it wants to be. It’s just THERE. Hoping someone will notice it. And appreciate it. It wants to be something more. But it doesn’t know how to get there.
I think in a lot of ways, we are all a bit like my blog.
Walk a mile in my underpants 