Another Snowy Day

SONG OF THE MOMENT: "Ask Myself" by Robin Thicke - Just because I gotta do something in my life, right? I got to pop up, pop up . . .


Okay, so this one won't be too long as I actually want to sleep before 1am so i can get my sorry ass up before 7am.

So the apartment is slowly become some warped menagerie. My roommate decided to buy a few mice to keep in the apartment. No, not as pets, as future food for the snake. SO now we have one red tailed boa, a leopard gecko, a miniature schnauzer, and five, wait, NO four mice. Oh and he's talking about getting another snake too. Is this what happens to single men? I mean when women become spinsters, they are stereotypically pictured with tons of cats. Is the male equivalent like living in a house of reptiles? We will see . . .

I guess I'm pretty close to heading back to full time training again (3 to 4 hours a day, 6 days a week) After yesterday's grueling swim workout of a mile and a half of butterfly followed by a weight workout of the pectoralis major, today was suppose to be an intense fartlek (a type of interval running workout) but the time my friend (whom I trained for that incredibly brutal chicago marathon when it was 96 degrees and HUMID, the picture above) and I chose didn't work with our schedules. SO i went and did another mile and half in the pool followed by a back workout. Just think, in a few weeks I'll be back to swimming 5K a day / 5 days a week . . . but why would I do a stupid thing like that?


The temp in this apartment is so spotty. The front room is hot as balls and I feel like i'm having some sort of hot flash but then you go into the dining room and its ALOT cooler. At least my room is cold enough where I can bundle in blankets and sleep.

Speaking of bundling up, I stopped by my usual hangout on Thursday night, and it was so cold at the bar (the heater was broken) that I left after one beer (a Stella Artois). My friend Kipp (the sexy bartender with the ample breasts) was in full sweatshirt and rubbing her hands with those temporary hand warmers you're suppose to stick in your gloves. And the bar was empty. Yeah, a cold beer definitely was not making me feel warm. So an early friday morning seems inevitable.

Good night folks. There's always something tomorrow . . . I hope.

Until next time . . .

Another Long Break before Posts . . .

SONG OF THE MOMENT: "Ain't No Fun (If the Homies Can't Have None)" - Snoop Dogg -
No particular reason, I'm just listening to it now and feel like being a mysogenistic asshole . . . and I like the song

Hey everyone,
Sorry for not being a little bit better at updating this thing. I started it again when I needed to vent and then I got so fuckin' busy with projects and such (I'll briefly go into it in a bit) that I just forgot to start typing again.

So to give everyone out there in cyberland an update but in the most "Cliff's Notes" version as I can, things could always be better. I want to say that I haven't been feeling up to snuff lately because I've been having some health issues to put it as non-descriptive as possible. It was originally thought that because I wasn't in training therefore not at the gym, swimming, running, cycling, boxing etc. for 3 to 4 hours a day, 6 days a week and because my diet drastically changed, that those factors were the main reasons why i was having issues. Me being the hypocondriac that I am recently thought that maybe it is my appendix and since I don't have health insurance, that's really not something I want to think about. Now word is I might be mildly lactose intolerant to which i thought . . . thank god, I can deal with that. God knows I'm a broke ass chump. If I needed surgery or extra tests I don't know how in sam hell i'd be able to pay for it. Maybe i'd do porn . . . which i really did think about for a nano-second and then decided against it . . .

Speaking of sex, I haven't had it in a while and am currently on a hateful celibacy kick. Besides the "GI" issue, I'm just really not in the mood to deal with gay men. If I have been going out I've mainly been heading to the Gin Mill with all the old Hi-Tops crew (for those of you not in Chicago, the sports bar I always hang out in for cheap booze). Maybe I'm trying to turn myself straight . . . but I think about how a lot of my good friends that I like hanging out with are bartenders that I've known through the years that these bars are just less pretentious and alot cheaper. And I know I won't meet some guy there whom I can take home and have sex with and maybe have a relationship with. I am more sure then ever now that I'm one of those people in the world that is never meant to fall in love and be in a romantic relationship with anyone. (That whole line about the world is about balance, yin and yang, how two people are meant to be together, etc. . . . thats a whole bunch of bullshit) And no, I haven't talked to "him" or made any contact in almost a month, which I guess is a good thing . . .

So I guess I need to quit babbling for now. I have deadlines to meet and work to do. I'll vent later . . .

Until next time