Read All Day And Get Paid For It!

This is what I've been using this week to get pumped up. It's a clip from last week's episode of Glee where the kids perform while tweaked out on pseudoephedrine, which is why I asked Brian at the GNC about it (see yesterday's entry 10/11/09).

I signed up for a class entitled Read All Day And Get Paid For It a couple of hours before it was held. Yeah, talk about last second.

I visited Brian at the GNC. He was hiding, hoping that the annoying security guard Artin or that annoying kid Emmanuel won't come in to talk to him. Brian and Mario have been clowning Artin by singing the Married ... with Chilldren theme song because he looks like Al Bundy. We vented more about how that 17-year-old Taylor Lautner looks like he's on steroids and bigger than all of us.

Unfortunately, I blew Brian's cover because that annoying kid Emmanuel came in. We talked more about that chick Daniela who sang Amazing Grace at the funeral and is now in my database. Then pornographer Pierre Woodman was brought up and how some chick killed herself after being in 1 of his videos. This started to lead the discussion into snuff film. Awkward. To change the subject, I bragged that I almost have a running backflip down.

My mommy's brother visited unexpectedly to borrow a ladder, which we found out was broken. Damn, who else has keys to our house? I'm glad I wasn't walking around naked or masturbating. At least he brought pomegranates.

I was about to call in sick for Capoeira practice, but didn't have to. Andres was stuck in a meeting with his lawyer. I went to my Read All Day And Get Paid For It class held at Toll Middle School. The teacher, Jack Adams, is cool. The only scary part was that my car was all alone in the parking lot where the environment was set up as if muggers were ready to shank someone.