Tonight, I finished my 1.2 miles in a record time of 10'03", baby! Eight weeks ago, I did my first run in a dismal time of 15'54".
That’s an improvement of 5'51", baby!!
Big thanks to everyone that supported me and joined in on my little Nike+ running buddies. After the Oregon Reunion, I’ll be jumping right back on the saddle to complete my next goal — one mile, non-stop.
In the meantime, all I have to say is…
Kid Rock’s reaction to Atlantic Records’ request to denounce file sharing:
Wait a second, you’ve been stealing from the artists for years. Now you want me to stand up for you?
Kid Rock on downloading music illegally:
I don’t steal things. I’m rich. [As for everyone else] download it illegally, I don’t care. I want you to hear my music so I can play live.
Read on: Kid Rock Boycotts iTunes, Champions P2P
Dad: hurry up!
Mel: hold on!
Mel: i need to take a shit after michael
Dad: why don’t you use the upstairs toilet?
Mel: that toilet sucks!
Mel: it always fucking clogs!
Dad: the problem isn’t the toilet, son.
Dad: the problem is your butt.
Mark: we don’t shit little pebbles like you, dad
A nifty little trend that I just started to notice here in SoCal — yogurt shops with fruity toppings. Elisa introduced me to Pinkberry for my first time, but it’s just a little too fruity and tart for me.
Then Meliss told me about a place in Long Beach called Yogurt Land, where you get to choose from a lot more flavors for yourself. Stack it up as high as you want cuz you just pay by the ounce.
Here’s what I got:
New York Cheesecake yogurt, cookies n’ cream yogurt, pralines & cream yogurt, topped with Cap N’ Crunch, cheesecake bites, cookie dough bites, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate syrup and caramel.
Quick Tip: hit the cup against the table to pack in a lot more yogurt. 
So I was having an interesting convo with an international friend whom I’ll refer to as “Jorge”…
Jorge: yeah, I’d get drunk and dance all the time.
Jorge: this one girl I knew would make fun of me and call me a “ballerina”
Mel:
Jorge: but that’s okay cuz I eventually banged her.
Mel:
Mel: the last time I did crazy drunken dancing was at my cousin’s wedding
Mel: hell, that night I discovered I could breakdance
Mel: but anyways, it was kinda weird…I couldn’t dance with any girls cuz all the girls were my freakin’ cousins.
Jorge: what’s wrong with that?
Mel:
Jorge: back home we’d dance with our family all the time.
Jorge: we’d do that thing where you put your leg between hers and she’d do the same
Jorge: and you two would…how do you say….rub?
Mel: you mean like grinding?
Jorge: yeah.
Mel:
Mel: yeah, that’s kinda frowned upon here in the states, dude.
Jorge: really?
Jorge: what about banging your cousins?
Mel:
Jorge: you can’t bang your cousins??
Jorge: not even if they’re hot?
Mel: dude, no!!
Mel: I mean, I’m proud to say that I have good looking cousins…but no…that’s just…no…
Mel: cuz dude, the way I see it, it’s like
Mel: me…my mom…her sisters…their daughters…
Jorge: no no no, it’s quite simple:
Jorge: there’s your penis…and her vagina.
Mel: no no no…it doesn’t work that way…
Jorge: but it’s the best!
Jorge: cuz it’s like you two grow up together and you have a connection
Jorge: and then she’s all pretty and you want to have sex
Jorge: she doesn’t have to worry about getting hurt because you’re family!
Mel: dude, you just said “sex” and “family” in the same sentence!
So yeah, his little persuasive speech didn’t work on me.
Then strangely a couple days later, this article came out: Study: Most babies born to first-cousins are healthy.
But sorry, I’m still not convinced; my cousins are here strictly for potlucks, drinking and karaoke.
