gayballs

been up since around 2.
it is now almost 6 am.
I'm tired. I called in sick. texted, rather.

As the lights blended into the continuing noise.
As all hope was finally lost,adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition.
Let this be the end.
Let this be the last song.
Let this be the end.
Let all be forgiven.

I have an incredibly sore sore sore throat. i mean DAMN sore.
also, I didn't sleep. sounds like I'm justified in missing the day.

But I'm stupid. I knew I was getting sick and I
a. Didn't stop smoking
b. Didn't stop going to the gym.

You don't really sweat a cold out by going to the gym.. you make it into a fever.

It has rained in Miami for the last like... 6 days? So that didn't help.

This is something that has happened to me at least... ten times in my life:
cute girl: "Hey, flex for me. I want to feel your biceps."
I flex as hard as I can.
cute girl:"no, really, flex. are you flexing?"

So yeah. My brother says the men in my family are incapable of showy biceps. I'm wanting to prove him wrong, so yesterday I kicked my biceps' asses. And now the soreness is there. And pride. It's nice.
I want biceps, people.

Also, I want to be able to see my dick while I shower.

So yeah.
Day off to do list:
a. don't smoke
b. don't go to the gym
c. get groceries
d. pay bills
e. sleep
f. watch Bad Lieutenant
g. sleep




Today's resolution-- look surly and mean.


chuck d interviews sage francis

my brother and I have been sending each other weight-loss cheerleading emails all morning.