Well, that was a totally unhealthy week, wasnt it?
Just sorta took its cue from the sunny patio start of Sunday, and continued on from there. I have pretty much slept in every morning, havent been to the gym once this week, I bought and continue to buy cigarettes. I smoke them too.
Didnt make a single lunch, dinner or any food at all for that matter. Everything was takeout. Shwarma, Ho Ho Chinese food, or nothing at all with some wine. Lunches, when I ate them, consisted of whatever the special was at the little greasy spoon up by work. Or just coffee and lots of it.
Funny though, I just dont seem to be too concerned about it. Normally, when I suddenly catch myself slipping off of this nature trail over to the greasy freeway, I will freak out a little bit inside and go Whoa dude! What is up with that?!
Not this time though. Im more like meh, whatever. Next week will be back to normal. Next week Ill make my chicken breast lunches, my brown rice, my baked potatoes, my 9:00 bedtime, my 4:30 wake up, my crunches and curls.
Going to start a strange workout routine: abs and delts. Thats it. Just abs and delts. For the next two weeks, thats all I am going to focus on. Just a little experiment, thats all.
Yeah, maybe Im a little bit vain when it comes to my own body image, but when I look at most male physiques, they always seem to be focusing on chest and arms. Sure, chest and arms is great, but most of these guys dont seem to have any delts, and their chest is resting on a bit of a beer belly. This should be interesting. Maybe I should do a 2 week before and after pic to keep my motivated
What the hell???
Ok, I just checked my bank account online. My bi-weekly deposit went in last night, its $400.00 short from being able to cover my rent check for this month which still hasnt gone through. Oh how I hate that feeling.
Im freaking. What the hell? There should have been like $500 more than that go in.
Sitting staring at the total.. not clicking, take a sip of my coffee. .. birds are chirping, starlings singing. CBC news on the radio. Staring at that fucking number. . What the hell happened?
Brainstorming in circles where am I going to find $400 like TODAY?... nothing but clouds in the brainstorm. Dark and angry clouds.
Finally I break out of it and click into my account history to find out what the hell happened. Why was my paycheck so small?
What the hell???
My rent check went through last night. Which means that the amount of money I have in my account is actually whats left AFTER my rent check which is also totally wrong. Oh how money confuses me.
Then I check the amount of my paystub.
Its like 500 dollars HIGHER than normal.
Well ok heart, you can start beating again. Thats a rather nice surprise. Hmmm. I wonder what that is all about. Raise? Thatd be nice.
Anyways, I brought Nemo home last night. The urn is mother of pearl for christs sake. Nemo HATED mother of pearl. I mentioned that Basil was put into a purple one, and was told by the vet that they change the colour every year, and this year is mother of pearl. She told me that they used to be black, but some people didnt like the black ones.
Nemo would have loved to be in a black one.
The top comes off. I didnt expect that. I thought that the top was going to be glued on somehow. I dont know what that stuff looks like in there, but it sounds a bit like they filled this urn with cheerios.
How trusting we are. Send your dead pet off to some secret, hidden crematorium off in the woods somewhere, and totally believe that what comes back is actually your pet. I half expect to end up watching some expose one day where some shaky hidden camera video shows 3 or 4 migrant workers in some dark warehouse somewhere conveyor belts of ceramic urns slowly running past them as they empty box after box of cheerios and dirt into them. The music from that episode of the Loony Tunes where the chipmunks were stuck in the tomatoe canning facility.
Well Im not going to open it. There is a foil seal on the top, and Ive just placed him up on the mantle where I have been keeping that little ziplock of his fur they shaved off his little arm to give the injection.
There ya go Neem, you just sit up there for a bit. Ive gotta go to work.
Just sorta took its cue from the sunny patio start of Sunday, and continued on from there. I have pretty much slept in every morning, havent been to the gym once this week, I bought and continue to buy cigarettes. I smoke them too.
Didnt make a single lunch, dinner or any food at all for that matter. Everything was takeout. Shwarma, Ho Ho Chinese food, or nothing at all with some wine. Lunches, when I ate them, consisted of whatever the special was at the little greasy spoon up by work. Or just coffee and lots of it.
Funny though, I just dont seem to be too concerned about it. Normally, when I suddenly catch myself slipping off of this nature trail over to the greasy freeway, I will freak out a little bit inside and go Whoa dude! What is up with that?!
Not this time though. Im more like meh, whatever. Next week will be back to normal. Next week Ill make my chicken breast lunches, my brown rice, my baked potatoes, my 9:00 bedtime, my 4:30 wake up, my crunches and curls.
Going to start a strange workout routine: abs and delts. Thats it. Just abs and delts. For the next two weeks, thats all I am going to focus on. Just a little experiment, thats all.
Yeah, maybe Im a little bit vain when it comes to my own body image, but when I look at most male physiques, they always seem to be focusing on chest and arms. Sure, chest and arms is great, but most of these guys dont seem to have any delts, and their chest is resting on a bit of a beer belly. This should be interesting. Maybe I should do a 2 week before and after pic to keep my motivated
What the hell???
Ok, I just checked my bank account online. My bi-weekly deposit went in last night, its $400.00 short from being able to cover my rent check for this month which still hasnt gone through. Oh how I hate that feeling.
Im freaking. What the hell? There should have been like $500 more than that go in.
Sitting staring at the total.. not clicking, take a sip of my coffee. .. birds are chirping, starlings singing. CBC news on the radio. Staring at that fucking number. . What the hell happened?
Brainstorming in circles where am I going to find $400 like TODAY?... nothing but clouds in the brainstorm. Dark and angry clouds.
Finally I break out of it and click into my account history to find out what the hell happened. Why was my paycheck so small?
What the hell???
My rent check went through last night. Which means that the amount of money I have in my account is actually whats left AFTER my rent check which is also totally wrong. Oh how money confuses me.
Then I check the amount of my paystub.
Its like 500 dollars HIGHER than normal.
Well ok heart, you can start beating again. Thats a rather nice surprise. Hmmm. I wonder what that is all about. Raise? Thatd be nice.
Anyways, I brought Nemo home last night. The urn is mother of pearl for christs sake. Nemo HATED mother of pearl. I mentioned that Basil was put into a purple one, and was told by the vet that they change the colour every year, and this year is mother of pearl. She told me that they used to be black, but some people didnt like the black ones.
Nemo would have loved to be in a black one.
The top comes off. I didnt expect that. I thought that the top was going to be glued on somehow. I dont know what that stuff looks like in there, but it sounds a bit like they filled this urn with cheerios.
How trusting we are. Send your dead pet off to some secret, hidden crematorium off in the woods somewhere, and totally believe that what comes back is actually your pet. I half expect to end up watching some expose one day where some shaky hidden camera video shows 3 or 4 migrant workers in some dark warehouse somewhere conveyor belts of ceramic urns slowly running past them as they empty box after box of cheerios and dirt into them. The music from that episode of the Loony Tunes where the chipmunks were stuck in the tomatoe canning facility.
Well Im not going to open it. There is a foil seal on the top, and Ive just placed him up on the mantle where I have been keeping that little ziplock of his fur they shaved off his little arm to give the injection.
There ya go Neem, you just sit up there for a bit. Ive gotta go to work.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
einzel:
Cigarettes? NOOO! 
lavinia:
You'll get back on track. Congrats on the Cash.