best series of pix EVARRRRGH

looking through old pix today, this series just had me in stitches! (yes, i said in stitches.) you see...sometimes when i laugh too hard, i fall over.

Montastic and RoboKnee take a walk, a 60-mile walk!

Ok well I've been signed up for this for a while, and it's time I start raising some moolah for dem boobies! I wasn't sure what would happen since RoboKnee was in the process of getting fixed. To be fair, RoboKnee is not fixed and I may still need surgery to fully figure out what is wrong.

Nonetheless, I've signed up for the 3-day, 60 mile Susan Komen walk in San Diego in November. I'll be walking with my mamasita, the amazing Chase, and other peeps you don't know.

I've pledged to raise of $2,300 for this..and have a short time to do it. It's going to be a lot of work and training to walk that far...especially considering I'm not sure how my knee will do.

So, please, feel inclined! Visit my personal page on the Komen site and make a donation...big or small! Every bit helps me inch toward my goal. And if you feel so generous, pass on this site to anyone you may know who would be interested in making a small donation toward my $2300 goal.

I know times are tough! But please help if you can. I've down the Race for the Cure the last 2 years and this walk seems like the icing on the cake. So check it out and help Montastic out!

This isn't the last you'll hear from me :)

chase diagnoses my stomach pain

Chase: are you still sick?
me: ya my stomach is fucked up
Chase: bummer
me: ya fo realz
Chase: have you had peanut butter lately?
me: nope
Chase: hmmmm have you pooped lately? Im going to diagnose you. is it a sharp pain
me: ya
Chase: or more like grumbling? sharp? and particular side?
me: sharp grumbling high...like right under my ribs
Chase: ok...you have a punctured lung
me: oh fuck! that sounds serious

Dr Chase in da house!

Please note: NEVER trust Dr. Chase.

paper won't protect you

amen sister

but honey, he's great at parties

perusing craigslist, per the usual, i found the perfect pet to gift my manlove.

he's great at parties and doesn't poop huge loads. oh, and he's a wombat.

another sign you're tired

you make toast with cinnamon and sugar on top.

then realize (only after having bitten into the toast) that you accidentally grabbed the cumin instead of cinnamon.

gross-o.

happy hump day

Nothing like the Carlton dance to get you through humpday!