How can I train for my fight when my ex keeps.. No let me restart this so it makes sense.
Shane stole judo mats (well borrowed, but "stole" sounds cooler on the internet) and placed them in his living room. It's kinda like a living-room-dojo as such. In any case, when we can't make it to our jiu-jitsu club, we just spar in his living room.
So after work last night - I'm like, "Yo let's spar" - Or at least that's what I would of saying if I lived in the hood. Anyways I'm on my way to his place and he rings me. He's all like "Donna is here with my roommate".
So I couldn't go down to train because she would of getting in the way. I can barely get any spare time as it is to train but now, this just takes the fucking biscuit.
In other news; The postman is a little jerk-off. He didn't bring me my parcel.
Crisp
Thu Aug 12th 09:23:39 2004
That bastard post man, he fucks me about too. I'm gonna eat him.