Working out?!? Maybe…

I started working out with a friend from work.  It was nice, to be honest.

Waking up in the morning, picking her up, heading to the gym, sweating my ass off, then heading home for a shower and off to work felt nice.

The second time we went, it was at night.  I just got into a fight with someone and needed to blow steam off, and she said she wanted to hit the gym, so I tagged along.  We doubled the time, and it was amazing.

The third… well… I picked my friend up, went to the gym, but she was so pale if she glittered she would have won an MTV Movie of the Year award this weekend, so in the interest of friends > working out, I took her home and didn’t do any workout.

It’s been a week since then, and the closest thing to working out is me texting her to see if she was ready to hit the gym, and then seeing her at work because she was still sleeping.

My problem is that I don’t want to go alone.  I don’t really feel comfortable going with anyone else, either.  But the early morning thing just isn’t working.


What world do you live in?

He wakes up in the morning, realizes he’s drunk off his ass from last night’s marathon bender, but puts on the best clothes he can find that doesn’t look like it’s been in the hamper too long, grabs his keys, and heads to work.

Everyone knows he’s trashed, not just because he’s loud and obnoxious, but because the stench of bourbon on his breath lingers within a 12 foot radius of him.

He thinks he is valuable, because nobody does what he does.

That’s what he thinks.


Invisible children? How about invisible clothing!

Last week, the whole intarwebz was abuzz about KONY and Invisible Children.

Here’s the guy who produced it, in all his glory.