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Post by Mathias Kohler on Feb 17, 2012 5:04:02 GMT -5
I don’t wright diaries. But even though it’s not a diary this still feels so fucking weird.
I’m only doing this because my coach says I have to… it’s not for fellings! It’s for work… like, I’m ment to wright about this:
*Diet *Alcohol (FYI I’m not an alcoholic) *Physio notes *Changes in routines *Pane from injury
Coach says I’m also ment to wright about what happened to me every day but that sounds lame. He says it’s not a diary but wrighting about stuf that happens is gonna make me want to start less fights in games. I only start them if someone pisses me off, so it’s there falt.
Yeah…
PS: I play hockey, screw speling.
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Post by Lars Van Dyke on Mar 6, 2012 20:47:44 GMT -5
DearDiary,
Lars Van Dyke is my best friend.
Sometimes, I feel like I don't deserve his hospitality, his love, sympathy, or his beer.
Especially his beer.
Also, Lars has a bigger dick than me. I hate to admit it to people, but he is really one hunk of man I can never compete with. That's why I had to tell you, diary.
Love,
Mathaias.
P.S. I should really consider taking English again, my spelling is horrendous.
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Post by Mathias Kohler on Mar 7, 2012 7:35:26 GMT -5
Fuck off Lars! It’s not a fucking diary!
Lars is an asshole who has to much free time and shoud just get a better job insted of bitching about being a host. I fly all the way out there to see him, he can at least pay for some of the booze. I woud if he came here!
And what love bro? You smashed my car... And you don’t know how fucking big my dick is you freak! Anyone’s is biger than yours thogh since they choped it in half or whatever! Maybe you could have had one worthy of mentioning in this...book thing... but too fucking bad.
Oh! And am I paied to wright in English? No. But I’m paied more then you so HA!
Weight: 225lbs
Breckfast: protein shake thing: four raw eggs then seaded rye toast (x2) and olive oil. (Have this every morning so I’m not wrighting this shit down again.)
(After training had weatbicks x4 and ONE beer)
Lunch: Ham, tomato, lettuce, cheese, beatroot, avocado sandwhich and ONE beer.
Dinner: Seared stake, olives, mixed veg (organic shit) and TWO beers.
This is really gay… I’m not doing this shit anymoar.
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Post by Mathias Kohler on Apr 26, 2012 8:42:56 GMT -5
I’m not gonna start useing this thing again. Broke my Iphone so I’ve gotta wright all my shit out by hand.
Japan trip cheque list:
-Fix Iphone -Pick up dry cleening -Call Freya to get hotel adress -Print plane tiket -Call Sven/Lars and see where they’re at -Take out LOTS of cash… bring like… two cards -Text Berwald… maybe -Take sticks out of the boot -SET ALARM
Shoud probably cheque on the beer and shit their… sake is good and all… but I’m gonna be their a hole week.
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