Tuna and peanut butter. That is what I'm eating. And it is GOOOOOD. Don't judge me. Actually, I don't care... judge me all you want. Yep, with posts like that, this blog is aptly named. Every time I add something to this thing, I can't help but be reminded that most likely, this will be read by NO ONE. So what am I doing? Typing to myself? Pretending to type to someone else? What's the deal? There has to be some Freudian psychology at work there. somewhere.
So I have been in a funk lately. Thanks to a certain annual event, I'm looking at you New Year's Eve! But I am slowly emerging. I got back in to the gym on my regular routine this week... it's funny how only taking a week off can really fuck up your progress. But who is to say? Maybe a little time off is good. My ultimate goal is muscle confusion, so it sounds reasonable that would work as well as anything. Keep 'em guessing, LOL. I am sore all over. I love it. It's a great feeling. Hurts to stretch though, LOL but I have this great tight feeling in mah belleh!!!!
So "God of Wine" just came up in the shuffle on my ipod. I love that song. That and "Sometime Around Midnight" seem to be two songs that are very descriptive of my life right now. Good workout songs. But when I start screaming, people do look at me funny and the staff comes over and asks me to keep it down and all that jazz... I actually half expect them to throw me out. I can add that to my list of accomplishments.
All for now. Computer: lights out. ... why didn't that work?
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