That was impressive. The biggest loser finale came on the other night, and the winner had managed to shed something like 49% of their body weight.
It's time I got serious.
I know how to do that. I'm actually very well trained and experienced. So why do I keep putting it off and not bothering to make ANY effort? It's good for me, in many ways? What's the emotional hold up here?
Dunno. Lack of motivation.
I'm joining a website for fitness fanatics, and I'm entering the 12 week contest that suggests DAILY updates. This weekly crap is for the birds.
DAILY DAILY DAILY DAILY... get on it. STAY on it. STAY with it. and JUST DO IT !
...maybe I should go buy some new running shoes?
Friday, December 21, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
It was a dark and stormy night.
Well. It was. Really dark. Really Stormy.
JJ paged me late last night. It was an invitation to a party in a couple days.
At noon.
I replied. "Noon???"
(WHO has a party at noon, in the middle of the week?)
Maybe the page was just a booty call "test" page to see if I was up. To see if I'd reply. Because the next page wasn't about the party, it was "My car died. I'm stuck." - Remember the Dark and Stormy part?
I drove through enough "gloom of night" here to have halted postal delivery. Except there's no traffic that hour, so your mail would never be late, in theory. But by the time I arrived, JJ was home, safe and sound (no traffic for the taxi either). That's where I drove, to meet her at home. What was I there for? To take her to meet the tow when they arrived at her abandoned car. I think.
As it all turned out, the tow was cancelled due to the cost, and we just drove back to see if it looked like it was in an okay spot to leave the car over night. It was. Okay. I took her home.
Now, it's later than you are even imagining.
Way later. And the words I always WANT to hear, from just about ANY woman, at pretty much ANY hour, come floating to me through the night... "Do you want to come in?"
Honestly? It was a polite invitation to fuck. She is "that" kind of friend.
I do NOT think this was all a ruse. The car WAS dead, and on a marginal stretch of road.
And you will be disappointed to hear my answer was "it's late." (Think "near-sunrise" late)
But looking back, in hindsight, I wish I had said yes.
Are you searching the internet for the phrase "anal sex?" because we've done that before. It was even HER suggestion, not mine. And yes, I've fucked her in the ass on more than one occasion. It's not merely a little taboo experiment for us. Not any more.
The more I think through the timing, the more I wish we fucked. She owes me a few favors, maybe it would make her feel better about getting to repay me in a way she's sure I'll appreciate. That's what friends do, right?
Sigh. I went home. I got four hours sleep. Now I realize that's the worst time for me to wake up! I start to hit deep REM at four hours, and feel terrible if I have to get up then. So really, I'd feel BETTER right now if I had stayed another hour and fucked her, and THEN only slept three hours.
Why do I always realize the obvious like this, but not until it's too late?
I'll send her an IM.
Maybe she'll page again.
JJ paged me late last night. It was an invitation to a party in a couple days.
At noon.
I replied. "Noon???"
(WHO has a party at noon, in the middle of the week?)
Maybe the page was just a booty call "test" page to see if I was up. To see if I'd reply. Because the next page wasn't about the party, it was "My car died. I'm stuck." - Remember the Dark and Stormy part?
I drove through enough "gloom of night" here to have halted postal delivery. Except there's no traffic that hour, so your mail would never be late, in theory. But by the time I arrived, JJ was home, safe and sound (no traffic for the taxi either). That's where I drove, to meet her at home. What was I there for? To take her to meet the tow when they arrived at her abandoned car. I think.
As it all turned out, the tow was cancelled due to the cost, and we just drove back to see if it looked like it was in an okay spot to leave the car over night. It was. Okay. I took her home.
Now, it's later than you are even imagining.
Way later. And the words I always WANT to hear, from just about ANY woman, at pretty much ANY hour, come floating to me through the night... "Do you want to come in?"
Honestly? It was a polite invitation to fuck. She is "that" kind of friend.
I do NOT think this was all a ruse. The car WAS dead, and on a marginal stretch of road.
And you will be disappointed to hear my answer was "it's late." (Think "near-sunrise" late)
But looking back, in hindsight, I wish I had said yes.
Are you searching the internet for the phrase "anal sex?" because we've done that before. It was even HER suggestion, not mine. And yes, I've fucked her in the ass on more than one occasion. It's not merely a little taboo experiment for us. Not any more.
The more I think through the timing, the more I wish we fucked. She owes me a few favors, maybe it would make her feel better about getting to repay me in a way she's sure I'll appreciate. That's what friends do, right?
Sigh. I went home. I got four hours sleep. Now I realize that's the worst time for me to wake up! I start to hit deep REM at four hours, and feel terrible if I have to get up then. So really, I'd feel BETTER right now if I had stayed another hour and fucked her, and THEN only slept three hours.
Why do I always realize the obvious like this, but not until it's too late?
I'll send her an IM.
Maybe she'll page again.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Oh yeah, the name.
What's in a name anyway?
Well, some blogs have names that indicate the author is blonde.
I'm not. With some Native American Indian heritage, my hair is very dark, but not quite black.
I had a hair salon gal compare my hair to a color chart once. Guess what the answer was?
..."Darkest Brown."
There you have it.
Well, some blogs have names that indicate the author is blonde.
I'm not. With some Native American Indian heritage, my hair is very dark, but not quite black.
I had a hair salon gal compare my hair to a color chart once. Guess what the answer was?
..."Darkest Brown."
There you have it.
Day One
How OMINOUS. "Day ONE!!"
Wooooo wooooo, like this is your only chance to get it right and look like you know what you're doing. Subsequent attempts will all be cataloged and used as evidence against you. Your subtle coolness factor will drop so quickly, you'll actually feel the draft.
WHAT am I doing? A BLOG? Seriously? Why, so I can write thoughts and ideas down anonymously and people who I don't know can read them? Does that really make any sense?
Well, conveniently enough, it doesn't have to make sense. LOTS of things don't. Which explains a great deal I'd say. Don't you think?Yes indeed.
SEX is a popular subject. Some bloggers who share the details of their personal intimacies get tons of hits. I could link to them here, but you hardly need any help from me to find them. As for my own sex-life, I have recently attained enlightenment, so I'm not sure sharing the details will make sense to you. But it will still make for juicy reading. Try to keep up.
Love life? Mine is surely as twisted as anybody's. Same deal. Enlightenment just means the potholes and pitfalls just don't bother me. Yes I am married. And no, the two are not related. Ohh, did it just get more interesting? You be the judge.
Should I write one blog about what comes to my mind each day, or a separate blog about special interests? If I put too much detail in one place, it seems people who are aquainted with me would recognize this as me, and know "too much." Who said "knowledge is power?"
Maybe I've said too much already? ...and I've only just begun.
Wooooo wooooo, like this is your only chance to get it right and look like you know what you're doing. Subsequent attempts will all be cataloged and used as evidence against you. Your subtle coolness factor will drop so quickly, you'll actually feel the draft.
WHAT am I doing? A BLOG? Seriously? Why, so I can write thoughts and ideas down anonymously and people who I don't know can read them? Does that really make any sense?
Well, conveniently enough, it doesn't have to make sense. LOTS of things don't. Which explains a great deal I'd say. Don't you think?Yes indeed.
SEX is a popular subject. Some bloggers who share the details of their personal intimacies get tons of hits. I could link to them here, but you hardly need any help from me to find them. As for my own sex-life, I have recently attained enlightenment, so I'm not sure sharing the details will make sense to you. But it will still make for juicy reading. Try to keep up.
Love life? Mine is surely as twisted as anybody's. Same deal. Enlightenment just means the potholes and pitfalls just don't bother me. Yes I am married. And no, the two are not related. Ohh, did it just get more interesting? You be the judge.
Should I write one blog about what comes to my mind each day, or a separate blog about special interests? If I put too much detail in one place, it seems people who are aquainted with me would recognize this as me, and know "too much." Who said "knowledge is power?"
Maybe I've said too much already? ...and I've only just begun.
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