You know the initials of OB remind me of a feminine hygiene product. so I don't think I like it. But tomorrow I'm running my little heart out of my shady neighborhood to the waterfront. 5 days a week at 7 in the bloody morning. just cause I have to be fit. and cause the kickboxing place is so far away. Maybe i'll meet fellow runners as well. and then i will fall upon my waffles like a ravenous sponge.
K-town was so freakin' hot when I came back I was melting. Wish I was a boy so I could go topless. but it looks weird. too much naked flesh. and I am not impressed with what i see. at least in the house. no, i'm not talkin' about myself. i'm talkin' about the boys in the house. no six packs there. but no beer bellies either. just bean-poles. miles and miles of bean-poles.
this year will be different. that's what i say every year. but i'm predicting the future here. i want change. blah blah blah. and university will only last so long before i'm thrust out of it. into scary scary real world. save me italian count save me.
i really do miss the mountains though. i should have some mountain wallpaper or something.
i didn't really check this blog over the summer because i was really really lazy, but i am trapped in my little room over here, so I hereby resurrect it. With Jesus Juice.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
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ARGH. Stupid blogger screwing with my comment! >_<
ANYHOW...running? I wholeheartedly approve!
That was the great thing about my night shift job in the summer: I'd get home at 6:30 / 7 am, and it'd be the perfect time for a run--cool and crisp, bright, empty outside. Never mind that it made it hard to sleep afterwards with so much energy...
It is my belief that 70% of guys who go shirtless are more interested in showing off their bods than staying cool. Maybe I'm just speaking as an average guy here, but to go so uncovered in public would odd. Not that I'm prudish. Hmm.
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