Thursday, fuck yeah.
Today ends the impromptu gymnasium hiatus. Thank the christ, because I feel like I'm full of poop or something. I feel all dirty, but on the inside. Lazy, lumpy, lethargic, MEH. I feel meh. So yeah, spinning at 7p, plus some serious ab work.
The aforementioned friend, Rachel, and I made a pact last summer that we would be able to confidently rock bikinis by summer 2005. Over sour cream and cheese covered enchiladas last night, we reassesed the situation. We agreed that if we were serious about this, we'd both have to make some serious changes. Her issue is fitness, my issue is food. So we made ANOTHER pact to tackle said issues head on. I've never worn anything besides one-piece flesh-covering bathing suits, so this is going to be interesting.
Speaking of Rachel, she'll be getting on a plane around 4p today. It was nice to see her again. Last night was definitely the best - she went to the Donut Plant and bought a half dozen of the tastiest treats EVAR. So when I got home from work, we shared one while we watched Jeopardy. Then we went down the street for some mexican food and margaritas. It was a great time, we chatted it up and predicted how bad our gas was going to be later in the evening. When dinner was over, we headed over to Lucky 13 for a few more drinks. Fun times. When we got home we finished the night off with our herb of choice and promptly hit the sack. It's amazing how much fun you miss when you're a gym rat.
In other news, in case you haven't already updated your records, my new AIM screen name is MapleSucker. Please add me to your list so you don't think I'm some creepy stranger when I IM you about boobs or something similar.
Also, a reminder that the weekend fast approaches. Rest up, loves.
I get my hookah stuff delivered today!!
Today ends the impromptu gymnasium hiatus. Thank the christ, because I feel like I'm full of poop or something. I feel all dirty, but on the inside. Lazy, lumpy, lethargic, MEH. I feel meh. So yeah, spinning at 7p, plus some serious ab work.
The aforementioned friend, Rachel, and I made a pact last summer that we would be able to confidently rock bikinis by summer 2005. Over sour cream and cheese covered enchiladas last night, we reassesed the situation. We agreed that if we were serious about this, we'd both have to make some serious changes. Her issue is fitness, my issue is food. So we made ANOTHER pact to tackle said issues head on. I've never worn anything besides one-piece flesh-covering bathing suits, so this is going to be interesting.
Speaking of Rachel, she'll be getting on a plane around 4p today. It was nice to see her again. Last night was definitely the best - she went to the Donut Plant and bought a half dozen of the tastiest treats EVAR. So when I got home from work, we shared one while we watched Jeopardy. Then we went down the street for some mexican food and margaritas. It was a great time, we chatted it up and predicted how bad our gas was going to be later in the evening. When dinner was over, we headed over to Lucky 13 for a few more drinks. Fun times. When we got home we finished the night off with our herb of choice and promptly hit the sack. It's amazing how much fun you miss when you're a gym rat.
In other news, in case you haven't already updated your records, my new AIM screen name is MapleSucker. Please add me to your list so you don't think I'm some creepy stranger when I IM you about boobs or something similar.
Also, a reminder that the weekend fast approaches. Rest up, loves.
I get my hookah stuff delivered today!!
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