When the normal person gets to a certain
age in life, they can live with out skiing or blank it out of there
memory over the summer. My dad, is the perfect example of the normal
person. Fuck that.. Skiing for life.
Any
way, every winter my skiing addiction seems to get worst. When i was a
lot younger, skiing wasn't really that important to me, as it is now.
Even when i'm not skiing, i think about it 24/7, 7 days a week. When
i'm sleeping, i dream about skiing or i'll have these freaky recurring
nightmares, were i get buried in a massive avalanche.
The only reason i started blogging, is to have something for brozo and i to look back at, when were old. I know i'm not that great at spelling and my grammar is pretty poor. But i really don't give a fuck about that and any one can think what they want. I really couldn't care less.
The only reason i started blogging, is to have something for brozo and i to look back at, when were old. I know i'm not that great at spelling and my grammar is pretty poor. But i really don't give a fuck about that and any one can think what they want. I really couldn't care less.