Since last week’s Monday was basically a bye week for Monday enthusiasts, as was the week before that, I’m calling this the first real Monday of 2018. You don’t read my defunct blog, and shouldn’t, but I posted some goals there for the year.
Today’s pilates workout:
Going to follow that up with my normal calisthenics at some point, maybe just treat this as a dynamic warmup. I think this would be plenty if I didn’t also want big gunz.
Ikea shopper.
Let’s face it, you’re not going to change. You’ll wimp out, make excuses, and stop trying to improve yourself sometime around Thursday of this week, assuming you were “resolved” (HA!) to do anything of the sort. That’s just the kind of person you are. And that’s okay, right? I mean it kind of has to be, since it’s essentially set in stone.
Did that make you mad? Make you want to object, say something angry to me and possibly about my mother? Good. That’s anger, the good kind. You gotta be so disgusted with the way things are that you’ll utterly refuse to accept it, and anger is an essential part of that. Use that. Be enraged at the schlub you don’t want to be, and kick that bad crap out of your life and yourself.
Do girls still get bellybutton jewelry, or is that finally going out of style?
I’ve got a friend (of sorts) who purports to be a Messican and is always whining about racism, the plight of the boarder jumpers and welfare scammers blah, blah, blah –
I’ve tried to learn him a few things, economics, race designation, etc – no bueno. So now I just work on irritating him as much as I can. I start and end conversations with him by calling him my southern caucasian brother.
Ahrite you lazy bitches/bitchettes –
get up!
When you hear “Snake Juice” what comes (heh) to mind … ?
No – N0 – NOO!
Back to the salt mines, losers, unless you took the whole week off or work in the service industry. Serving isn’t really difficult, so it doesn’t count if you have to work a double, or even a fake double. Carrying nice people food and making them drinks—you should be paying them!
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