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Gave blood on Monday and I was proud as a peacock. I Gave Back. Sacrificed Life Juice for people I don't even know. I subjected myself to the largest fuck-all needle ever, and I did it for you. But now, see how you do me? Yesterday, I felt good, rested and strong and raring to go. Got to my weight training class and made it through all of 15 minutes.
Woe!
Here I am trying to get into fighting shape for Mexico, and you're sabotaging my gym time. What is that about?! I mean really, though. I had to give up my spot to a late comer because I refused, REFUSED, to puke in front of the entire class. Dude.
The Crazy Jamaican has banned me for one more day from the gym and that REALLY sucks because today is spin. But it wouldn't do me any good, not to mention that it would be tres uncool, to fall off the bike in the middle of class.
AND THEN!! If that weren't enough. I met my slightly psycho neighbor's wife. He volunteered me to be her new BFF and she showed up at my house with Bud Light in hand, which I didn't mind, but two hours later and I think she had told me nearly her ENTIRE life story. I couldn't blink anymore because it was 11 at night and I was like, dude, this is all fascinating, but seriously. I mean, seriously. It is a school night after all and it's not like I'm playing a really great video game or watching an uber fascinating documentary on the mating habits of the common house fly. No, we're talking inappropriate TMI from the lady who lives downstairs and this is our first full conversation ever! And she hinted that I should come over on Sunday.
Well, it's a lucky thing that my social life requires two weeks advance booking because I have a birthday party to go to on Sunday. Dude. Seriously.
Woe!
Here I am trying to get into fighting shape for Mexico, and you're sabotaging my gym time. What is that about?! I mean really, though. I had to give up my spot to a late comer because I refused, REFUSED, to puke in front of the entire class. Dude.
The Crazy Jamaican has banned me for one more day from the gym and that REALLY sucks because today is spin. But it wouldn't do me any good, not to mention that it would be tres uncool, to fall off the bike in the middle of class.
AND THEN!! If that weren't enough. I met my slightly psycho neighbor's wife. He volunteered me to be her new BFF and she showed up at my house with Bud Light in hand, which I didn't mind, but two hours later and I think she had told me nearly her ENTIRE life story. I couldn't blink anymore because it was 11 at night and I was like, dude, this is all fascinating, but seriously. I mean, seriously. It is a school night after all and it's not like I'm playing a really great video game or watching an uber fascinating documentary on the mating habits of the common house fly. No, we're talking inappropriate TMI from the lady who lives downstairs and this is our first full conversation ever! And she hinted that I should come over on Sunday.
Well, it's a lucky thing that my social life requires two weeks advance booking because I have a birthday party to go to on Sunday. Dude. Seriously.
