Day 62 of Boot Camp

Today sucked... I don't even want to talk about it...

All I'll say is that it began at 8 in the morning as I walked with my mom's running group instead of doing the water stations and I don't know when it's going to end. The pain is pretty deep to the point where I don't really care what anyone has to say to me. I'll cry it out later. No big deal.

But before I depart, learn this. Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you. I don't give a rats ass how old you are. If it isn't urgent, don't randomly dismiss yourself in the middle of my goddamn sentence. It's rude. Secondly, if you're going to be rude to me, understand that I will win the argument. Unless, you are similar to myself. However, if you were similar to me, you wouldn't be rude to me now would you?

That's all I have to say for now. Check out my IMVU blog. I posted up some crazy chats today.

P.S: Got a letter from Mason yesterday evening.

Peace.

Cyclists, India

I was traveling in Mumbai. I noticed that there are lots and lots of photo subjects. There is a place called Pali Hills, where people who migrated from Goa live. Their lifestyle is similar to the Goan people, and the architecture of this area is very unique. Some children were learning to ride a cycle on a busy street turn by turn.