I'm still boxing, but only once a week now as that's all i can afford. I swear if I was working, i'd go 3 times a week and my body would be sick!!! anyway, my old boxing gloves were rubbish and were time to go! so pepe my trainer hooked me up with some new pink ones, and my lovey!!!

although my old once were 8 ounce and these are 12 ounce so my arms were so tired, insanely so just from those measley 4 ounces.

I'm certain I had the lamest st. patricks day of any 100% irish person out there. first, my BF cooked me chicken parm sandwhiches, which were insanely good. (you'll see a trend here that he cooks for me a lot, but hey I cook sometimes too!! I made turkey chili one night!) but I also appreciate the nights we dont see each other and he stays at his place so I can just juice veggies and call that dinner. anyway, back to st. pattys so after dinner we headed over to Mccormick and schmicks in beverly hills, which is the oddest place to meet anyone under 100. I feel like only super ridiculous centanarians go there for social calls. Also it's in the queer area off rodeo drive called "little rodeo" whihc is supposed to be like this cobblestoned european windy shop area that houses Porsche designs and Tiffanys and stores of that caliber... it' super lame. Tourists are the only ones who go to Rodeo dr., but there I was on St. patricks day.

sure enough my friends and i were the only youngins there (and we ain't that young) and we watched as this old old old guy groped his girlfriend? wife? lady of the night? all night. she had this green sparkly dress on and a short gold lame jacket. very interesting. However, since I gave up alchohol for lent, i didn't get to drink anything other than water... see? this is what i'm talking about how lame I was!