Goodbye to you

Tigger and I are no longer friends. He was getting really jealous that I'm getting really buff. So he freaked out and I was like, 'dude, I can't take this anymore. Friendship over. FRIENDSHIP OVER!!!!' Here is a pic of my first and last days of hanging out with the cat.


I'm kinda sad. The tigs and I have had a long road together. But ya know, sometimes you gotta part ways. People drift apart. As we mature we re-evaluate our friendships. It was time to cut the cord. Bye tigs. Maybe someday we'll be friends again.

I Feel It All

Kids, Tigger was too much for me today. We did six sets and four of them were fourty five mins. They were that long because "we were inside in the air-conditioning" (that sentence seems alot more bitter and sarcastic when you hear me actually saying it). But there is no way deepest darkest pits of hell that if I were to go check the air-conditioning switch, that it would be flipped to the 'ON' position. Crystal Palace was an evil, evil place today.

Imagine, if you will, wrapping yourself in tin foil and sticking yourself in the oven for 45 minutes set at 450 degrees. That is what my last set felt like. I literally was a baked potato. Fortunatly, I got Tigger off set before just before he collapsed. Physically weak, I dragged myself home.