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[3/15/2003]
I am sore as I type this; so much so that at 6:30 am, I can't fall back asleep. I can't even lie down without being in extreme discomfort.
It's been happening all week. My body is aching so much from my massive workouts (and I say that without sarcasm) that I'm become a ball of hurt. So on Friday afternoon, I got myself to a masseuse, hoping she'd help me to work out my kinks and give me some relief. Unfortunately, because my muscles has become one big knot, she had to massage deeply, and she went really deep. For anyone who's never had a real massage, going "deep" is like kneading pie dough. Now I'm fairly tolerable of pain, but this is the first time in my life where I said "Ouch." out loud. It was that bad, and yes, I felt like a wimp for telling her to "Ease up." What I found amusing was when I screamed "Uncle", she'd respond with "Concentrate on breathing. Breathe deeply." Oddly, as soon as I gulp a big breath, she would attempt to make small talk; "How was your trip to HK? ....How was Japan? ....What about that Doug Gilmore?" Okay, so she didn't ask about Dougie, I threw that in, free of charge for you reader(s). In the end, instead of answering, I just ignored her and breathed like I was in labour. Ugly, yes; but effective. Which brings me to now, hurting like a Mac truck just used me as a skid pad. ....but believe you me, I am breathing oh. So. Deeply.
[3/14/2003]
Welp....
I don't know if I should post this now. I know for a fact blogging it yesterday would be too horrid to bear. Although reading today would be no less disgusting, at least the sense of vile, revolting need to vomit might be lessened. It all started innocently enough, or rather seemed innocuous at the time. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I woke up, fought the urge to crawl back into bed, showered, dressed, pulled back the curtain, grimaced at the snow, put my jacket and gloves on, and trotted out the door, late for work as usual. On my way to work, I don't know how to put this; I felt good. The world seemed more comfortable, more free. Everything felt so light and airy; maybe spring was upon us. That's right, ten degrees Celcius this Saturday. Yeah, baby! Even as I pulled into the parking lot and walked to the elevator, there was a sense of content that befell me, as if all was right with the world. But it wasn't. There was something wrong. In that little back part of one's mind where our Spidy senses reside, it was tingling. I tried not to let it bother me, because in all honesty, I was on a natural high. As the elevator closed and I was standing by myself, I did a quick personal hygene check. Hair, good. Breath, non-toxic. Clothes, unwrinkled. Pants, present. Shoes, tied. Wait.... What is that feeling? What is that feeling of smoothness inside my pants? I pulled out my trackpants. What the.... &^%$#@!! Can you imagine what I forgot to wear inside my trackpants?? Yes. That. ....okay, that's enough of laughing from you!
[3/13/2003]
Like you wanna know what's totally embarassing?
So like, okay, you're having a drinking problem, and like everytime you take a sip of your yummy milkshake, you're dribbling some down your chin. Which is really okay, because, well the shake is just so gosh darn delish. And you've got enough brains to wipe your chin, because Mama brought you up right, right? Right. So you walk confidently about the workplace like a peacock in heat. Because, well, because you're cocky and confident like that. Multiply the fact you've just had a yummy milkshake, and whatnot; just so freakin' cocky. Like a peacock. In heat. Anyway, you're invited to tea, because a co-worker is nice enough to offer you some of her special Chinese tea, straight from Taiwan. So you waltz down, sauntering along, with that special deliscious slooshy feeling inside your tummy, knowing you've just had a yummy chummy, choco-rific, chocolate milkshake. You sit on her desk, accepting her offering of tea like you deserve it. Like "That's right baby, I'm the king. And the king is thirsty!" And that's when she says: "Guy, I'm sorry, I don't want to say it, but 'You've got some nasty brown stain on your crotch!'" ....Oh losir, when will you ever learn?
So here's what I think....
If blogger is so darn easy to use, with everybody and their uncle all wanting to have a piece of the blogging pie, who will be left to read them? I personally don't read that many people's blogs, because I'm always so busy trying to update mine. Plus, I do work for a living, and I don't surf the internet at home. Which leaves me with zero hours of blog reading time. I'm just wondering. Because frankly, once this page goes down, you'll just be able to find someone else to amuse you. Heck, I don't know, am I boring? Am I lame? Eeek, am I irrelevent? ....scary, that. Obselence before I've had a chance to be popular.
[3/12/2003]
I haven't had too much to write yet. Posting all the pictures and work have really drained me of all creative juices.
Vacation in HK rocked, at least it did for my waistline. By the end of the trip, I actually had a noticeable 4 packs of abs, with the other two visible only to me, well b/c I wasn't about to walk around in Speedos. Anyway, enough of that image. *Shudder* What I'm trying to say is, now that I'm back at being a desk jockey, I'm not exercising enough to burn all my fat, so I'm once again sporting a nice little kagaroo pouch. Sure, it's cute, and the ladies can't stop touching it, but honestly, Fat Buddah isn't a name I associate studliness with. Ugh. I'm trying to jog on the treadmill, but I hate it. I absolutely find it ultra-boring. I can't stand walking/jogging, for more than half an hour, not even with good TV programming on. Ugh. I need summer to happen so I can walk outdoors more. Ugh. ....no more "ughs".
[3/11/2003]
While I normally don't like to laugh at other people's misfortunes (okay, I do, but I don't like to admit it), here's something that is extremely sad.
http://www.s2ki.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=108505 No one said you can't learn how to drive stick in a hot car, but man.... don't get burned doing it. This is about the saddest thing I've seen, like ever. We've all done embarassing things learning stick, but geez, don't get caught on camera!! ....Cheers mate; stick to a Pinto.
[3/10/2003]
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