Blood & Guts

I guess I would not blog if it wouldn’t be for Kid Fresh, Thanx Freddy… And it took me a while to pick up the “pen” and write some silliness down. Well but tonight I have nothing else to to. My face is in pain, blood is (still) dripping out of my nose and I feel I’m turning 78 tomorrow. I just got out of Kick Boxing class; payed something like 12 Euros to get punched – Not sure but everyone else around me seemed to enjoyed it, weather they punched or got punched. Why the hell I’m doing that, I don’t know. I guess 2010 is the big year. I’m turning 30. My friends start to date way younger girls to compensate… I decided to get in shape myself. (And it might be easier after all to get any attention from those young girls)

Still I feel horrible, eating no pasta, only one coffee a day and life sucks. Big Time. Ach, at least there is the Internet

The East opens up…  Passion was unfortunately not with me in Moscow but we had a great time buying underwear for my girlfriend in Stuttgart a few days before. (And I have to admit I just like to post pictures of him because he is always smiling)