I have a dream
That one day I’ll have a backyard, with a lawn. Where I can dig a huge deep ditch. Where I’ll crawl in, and return to the earth.
This dream started last night. Ever since last year I had a strict “No hanging out for more than a beer with my coworkers” rule. I loosened the restriction for a bachelor party, I then realized that maybe they aren’t so bad. They were just different from the olde maverick startup days.
Ok I decided to break out completely, and hang out for a night out. My old boss was there, and to be honest we haven’t been tight in a while. She sort of fucked me over, and said one thing to my face then talked shit to a higher up. Needless to say I’m not exactly fond of her.
We got re-orged and she moved on to a different role, not before she told me in her own subtle way that I suck after I re organized my life for a solid month to handle a crisis, and pulled us out of countless jams before that month, and a few after.
Anyway back to last night, she comes up to me bums a smoke and asks, “do you feel respected now?”
The night went downhill from there.
4/5/2008
Well maybe I am a teenage girl!
I’ve been sick which is good. It’s helping out my crash diet.
Fevers burn calories, hard work with the fevers sweat out the germs and fat. Only wish I knew what my target weight should be, doctors always neglect to mention what it is during check ups.
Why am I doing it? Well I have to be second best man at a friends wedding in February, which I so prefer than being the best man, but still I gotta look decent in a tux.
Then I realized that weight is going to be an important factor in Heart ‘o’ Darkness. Unlike cars moped’s have a much lower weight limit. So after doing some math, I figured I have to ditch some excess pounds, or the moped will have to do this solo.
Mopeds are stupid they don’t go far by themselves.
So I decided to kill calorie intake. So I’ve been eating one small meal a day. If I need more blood sugar, I have a coke or a coffee.
I try to incorporate more veggies on a regular basis, lightly stir fried. If I eat something that’s fried (i.e. dumplings from dumpling house) that’s it for the day, nothing else besides water. My stomach hasn’t been rebelling too much, so I think it doesn’t mind, and I don’t really need to be very active at work unless I go down for a smoke.
Until I get a junk bike for the morning commute, I’ve been running up the stairs all five flights. The good news is that I can get to the 5 1/2 floor without passing out. When I can get up to the 6th with no problem I’ll start adding weight to the run.
Questions?
- Yes I am practically killing myself for someone’s entertainment by doing this. I am very aware of that.
- No Jess doesn’t know, and you aren’t telling her, ’cause I’ll kill you. Besides I don’t think she reads this, so I’m completely safe. Unless you rat, then again you would probably die.
- Yes I do know Che’s buddy in motorcycle diaries was a little paunchy and his bike had to carry two people with all of their stuff. But that was a full fledged motorcycle, I’m talking about a small motorbike that’s about 50cc to 70cc, it’s a way different ball game.
- And they crashed a lot and the bike died half way through. I’m trying to avoid that.
Anything else? Good. Apocalypse Now people, apocalypse now….
4/3/2008
When Chachi attacks…
Sexual assault is a laughing matter. And Buddy Lembeck likes it that way.
I may have thought it as an entertaining clip, for how fucked up it really is. Or I may have wanted to post bewbs.
I guess it’s one of those things, that will remained unanswered.
hee hee, bewbs.
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