hey! cheri! why don't you call me back?
it's like pulling teeth with some of these people here at work. argh. that's what i do most of the day. make pirate noises. it's hard when you think that i really don't know many past "argh" and "matey" but the first one is enough. one of my fave sandwich delivery places recently made the mistake of switching to Coke products. that's such bullshit! i opted for the not so attractive root beer that the (i'm sure) good people at Barq's supply. whatever. that roast beef garlic delight was in a word, delightful! i'm steady burping up garlic, that much is fo shiz. this is part of the reason that Most Guys In The Tri-State Area want me. it's true. ask around.
yea right, and this is why i have to play such games as keep your friends close, enemies closer. don't even ask. NO! seriously. don't ask.
judging from the amount of sugar i've ingested today, i should be good to go for the next 89 hours. for someone who doesn't really dig on the sweets, i've had about 904 jolly rancher "jelly beans," a cup of coffee with heaps of sugar that would make alabama worley blush, the remaining sweet tarts that i bought yesterday, and this soda. perfect! luckily, i'm totally in shape so it's okay for me to fuck up for one day. apparently it would kill me (no, for real) to try and perhaps exercise. i'm talking about a simple sit up people! i dream about doing them quite a bit. i even fantasize about what it's like to feel the burn from a nice, thorough workout. what would it be like to be sore from say, more than just sleeping like a rape victim all huddled up and shit? i don't know. how would my thighs react to more than the norm? what would my biceps do if they were pushed? i refuse to find out. with my iron will though, results are sure to follow.
it's totally worthy to mention that this weekend was an absolute bust in the tennis shoe department! how you disappointed me YET AGAIN st. louis! shite! i went to a VARIETY of places in this damn city and came up with lint. i "settled" on a pair of pumas and when i went to try them on, they didn't have my size. now, one can argue that i was pining for the pink low converse. as it turns out, this girl does NOT have what it takes to rock a converse. not a chuck taylor. not the ol' classic. not for me. i guess they really only look good on toddlers, take it all around. i even tried on the high top (BIG mistake). it's not my look so much. and then the pink, white and black puma? really cute on display, not so cute when i wedged my too big foot into the one size too small shoe. plus, not that cute on. so the pair i was gunning for, a nice navy/pale khaki pair of puma anjans, was going to win, but if they had the shoe, they didn't have my size. it was insane. so now i'm determined to get my fat ass up to chicago and make some g.d. dreams come true at the store that makes me wet on belmont. i can't remember the name. the surplus. the something or other with a whole (most of it) floor devoted to the shoe. i love it. a WALL of pumas basically. and after this weekend, it's become painfully obvious that i will only wear a puma. i'm not knocking anyone of their keds, nikes, adidas etc., i just can't. and i'm gonna need to get that shoe with some kind of lift. well, not a flat bottom. you know what i'm talking about. i should stop with this "madness." it's dumb if one were to be all aware of what's going on in The World. i read the onion, shut up.
ah.
yea right, and this is why i have to play such games as keep your friends close, enemies closer. don't even ask. NO! seriously. don't ask.
judging from the amount of sugar i've ingested today, i should be good to go for the next 89 hours. for someone who doesn't really dig on the sweets, i've had about 904 jolly rancher "jelly beans," a cup of coffee with heaps of sugar that would make alabama worley blush, the remaining sweet tarts that i bought yesterday, and this soda. perfect! luckily, i'm totally in shape so it's okay for me to fuck up for one day. apparently it would kill me (no, for real) to try and perhaps exercise. i'm talking about a simple sit up people! i dream about doing them quite a bit. i even fantasize about what it's like to feel the burn from a nice, thorough workout. what would it be like to be sore from say, more than just sleeping like a rape victim all huddled up and shit? i don't know. how would my thighs react to more than the norm? what would my biceps do if they were pushed? i refuse to find out. with my iron will though, results are sure to follow.
it's totally worthy to mention that this weekend was an absolute bust in the tennis shoe department! how you disappointed me YET AGAIN st. louis! shite! i went to a VARIETY of places in this damn city and came up with lint. i "settled" on a pair of pumas and when i went to try them on, they didn't have my size. now, one can argue that i was pining for the pink low converse. as it turns out, this girl does NOT have what it takes to rock a converse. not a chuck taylor. not the ol' classic. not for me. i guess they really only look good on toddlers, take it all around. i even tried on the high top (BIG mistake). it's not my look so much. and then the pink, white and black puma? really cute on display, not so cute when i wedged my too big foot into the one size too small shoe. plus, not that cute on. so the pair i was gunning for, a nice navy/pale khaki pair of puma anjans, was going to win, but if they had the shoe, they didn't have my size. it was insane. so now i'm determined to get my fat ass up to chicago and make some g.d. dreams come true at the store that makes me wet on belmont. i can't remember the name. the surplus. the something or other with a whole (most of it) floor devoted to the shoe. i love it. a WALL of pumas basically. and after this weekend, it's become painfully obvious that i will only wear a puma. i'm not knocking anyone of their keds, nikes, adidas etc., i just can't. and i'm gonna need to get that shoe with some kind of lift. well, not a flat bottom. you know what i'm talking about. i should stop with this "madness." it's dumb if one were to be all aware of what's going on in The World. i read the onion, shut up.
ah.
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