hooray for me! (and fuck you)

sorry, that’s my favourite bad religion song, so anytime i can work it into my daily life, i feel the need to do so. 

but really.  hooray for me.  i actually rolled my fat ass out of bed this morning and went to gym. 

but god does not want me to work out. 

i was on the treadmill for 25 minutes, and was planning on doing at least 40 minutes… and something happened and the power on the treadmills went out.  all of them.  but no lights went off… it was weird.  the guy on the treadmill beside me went to the fuse box and tried all the fuses, but couldn’t figure out how to get the treadmills back on.  so i did some weights and then left.

see.  god does not want me to go to the gym. 

okay, since i don’t believe in god, i guess that’s not really a reason. 

so i’ll try it all again tomorrow. 

but right now it’s 9:30am, and i’ve been awake for 4 and a half hours.  i am going to be bagged tonight.  which is a good thing because i am el grande insomniac.

so… randomly… i was taking a peek at my blog stats and searches and stuff this morning… usually they’re pretty much the same, i always seem to have one that’s “spandex fucking” for some reason and several for chippendales & thunder from down under…. but there was one today that made me laugh – “what brandon boyd likes in a woman”

ya.  if i could figure that out, i’d be marrying HIM, lol.  (i kid i kid, i love my man)

but really.  who googles that and expects an answer?  and what’s the point?  he’s a rockstar.  you have little chance of ever being in the same room as him, even less of a chance of talking to him beyond a few words, and even less of a chance of ever extending the relationship beyond that.  but hey, i guess a little optimism never killed anyone, lol.  really.  best wishes with that.  i’ve met him twice, and trust me, it got me nowhere despite my best efforts to be charming (er, maybe not.  re: not being able to form sentences)

alright.  on the to-do list for today are my wedding invites.  i must get on this… because as trav pointed out, if i don’t send invites, noone will send gifts, lol.  and let’s face it, i’m gonna want those gifts. 

5 Responses to “hooray for me! (and fuck you)”

  1. Smart call Mead. Then return them all to the Bay for cash.

  2. god doesn’t want me to sleep. tradesies?

  3. i was reading this yoga book recently and there are all these ailment specific postures. if you hate the gym and get a sore stomach dont’ forget that there are several studios on westwood street! :) - we do all these weird breathings that are supposed to massage our internal organs in “yin yoga” classes. it’s all so silly.

    the whole point of celebrity crushes is that they make you a better person. i wouldn’t know what what i do about bach if i didn’t have a bizarre facination with billy corgan.

  4. dude! way to go to the gym this morning.
    I am VERY proud of you.

  5. Yay gym!

    I was just starting to enjoy running again and now that’s curbed. Jealous.

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