Archive for December 12th, 2007

This alone may explain a lot

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

I love Circus Peanuts, the orange marshmallow candy that tastes like bananas. I don’t buy them often, but when I do, I never regret it. Most people will never try to snag one from you, even if you leave them out in a giant bowl.

In the 90s I used to eat large quantities of candy corns (with the extra ‘S’). I would put them in cereal, where they’d sink like stones. I’d store them in the freezer so could teach myself the value of patience.

Candy corns remind me of loose teeth, which makes them the only candy with a built-in warning to brush regularly.

Clinton was a terrible President, but because the 90s were so good economically (no thanks to him) he gets away with it.

I love nothing, or it felt that way, just now.

I mostly never read my own shit once it’s shat

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Can’t understand why certain posts are read more than others.  Why did 9 viewers suddenly decide a months-old aside about workouts would be interesting?

Posts mentioning sex always seem to do well.  Maybe I should commit to being Harold Robbins for a time and see if the hits rise.

Lately I’ve been avoiding the gym, partly ’cause time was better spent during my all-too-short week off from work.  Now it’s post-vacation depression doing me in.  My schedule varies day to day and that doesn’t help.  Tomorrow I’ll be back on the iron at the worst time, when all the roid-dicks are there.  Two things I hate at the gym are youth and width.  Hot gym women should be leashed to their roidfriends so they don’t get anyone’s hopes up.

Realized today I better get in as much gym time BEFORE the arrival of the January Joiners, those temporarily motivated folks who sign-up and crowd the gym for about a month, then mercifully vanish.

How I hate not being wealthy enough to never leave the house.