Today I also want to get my hair cut. Another joy, having my hair short. My neighbor left his hair grow and now looks like a haggard, old woman.
While going to Giant yesterday morning, I passed a young man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was running up a hill on the Wertzville Road. Shirtless. He obviously spends quite a lot of time working out... lifting weights... and running. All of his muscles were moving. His arms synchronized with his gait. And I thought to myself, that's rather amazing. You know? Seeing a Greek God running up the Wertzville Road?
|He looked a lot like this... but this is somebody else, the guy I saw had not tats|
Oh, and the Idiot Jerk is going to announce sometime today whether he's going to pull the US out of the Iran nuclear deal. You can bet, his final decision will be solely derived not from thoughtful contributions by those surrounding him. Nope, he is going to run with the 'yea' or 'nay' that chases down the most press. He doesn't really care about nuclear proliferation. His every decision is based on what will get the most people talking about him. His ego needs to feed it's addiction.