Sunday, August 15, 2010

Seriously? 3 straight days of cockblock?

Went to church and then finished reading Imperial Bedrooms at Barnes & Noble. What a fucked up ending.

There was this white chick sitting outside the mall, smoking and talking on her phone. Her hair was up and the kind of brown where it used to be blond. She had a blue top that I thought was black at first, black pants, and weird heels. I don't like smoker's breath, but I guess I can do her from behind in my database so that I don't have to deal with it.

Oh, and I was casually passing by Red Robin on the way to my car. I haven't seen Jazz worked on Sunday in a while. And since she was working last night, I would have never thought she'd work a day shift today, but ... Yup, you guessed it. She was working. But I didn't bother trying to dress up nice. Yup, God really loves cockblocking me.

I did my 17th day of upperbody pull muscles, but had to modify it to get out sooner. That weird kid Emmanuel was on a treadmill and screamed like an idiot when he survived (keeping in mind he never runs). Mommy and I ate dinner at Elephant Bar.

Then I went back to the gym to do my 15th day of abs. A group of teenagers were trying to breakdance, but couldn't. I showed them up in my own corner as I busted moves they couldn't. Then I noticed some guy shadow-boxing. I asked him to show me how to bob-and-weave. His name's Marlon.

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