i break horses

I invented a word the other day.  It’s Halfrican American.  Pretty self explanatory - see Barack.

Sometimes, You worry about rejecting or breaking up with someone beforehand.  You’re worried about making the wrong decision, hurt feelings, loss of an easy score, etc.  But other times, you get through with it, and you’re just looking for someone to high-five afterward.  I love that.

It’s almost time for the most American of American pastimes - the Nathan’s Hot Dogs Hot Dog eating contest.  I’m watching it at my friends house, becasue she has High Def ESPN, and normal ESPN is not Def enough for this.

I can’t wait to sit in her living room tomorrow morning and watch pulpous globs of frothy spit, gray meat, and soggy bread stream from the straining, heavily muscled mouths of the Nathan’s hot dog contestants.  I want to be able to see the sweaty hot dog skin as it strains and snaps between their teeth, exploding into lumps of gelatinous gristle and delicous wet beef. 
That’s when I’ll pray for a freeze frame.