Dumbass inconsiderated people

Some people take their promises lightly. Some people find it hard to say no. Some people find that canceling on someone at 5:15 when they agreed to meet at 4:00, and leaving other people to pick up the tab for a booked karaoke lounge acceptable.

I am not one of these people.

I'm bored...

Have to kill 3 hours. How do I do that?

I KNOW! I'll Break it into 30 minute segments!

AHA!

Here we go:

Seg 1 - Go to the wash room, have a ciggy, make a drink
Seg 2 - Clean the desk, sort out drawers
Seg 3 - Update blog, read blogs
Seg 4 - Do some work if there is any if not compose a letter to dead cat
Seg 5 - Have a ciggy, plan next week's workout
Seg 6 - Irritated co-workers

Another job well done.

Whats on my mind

What to crap about today? Random time!

My chest hurts.
I want a cigarette.
Buzzed my hair two days ago.
There's a bottle of Vodka in my room, under the computer. I need to quit drinking.
I really want a cigarette.
This week, I'm growing a moustache so I can look like an undercover cop. I’m not sure why I’m doing this.
I like the smell of babies.
I like the smell of coffee but I don't want any of that either.

Ciggy break!

Honestly, I think you're a heartless bitch.

Lets be honest, the only reason you're still here is because no one else is willing to listen to you whine. I mean come on, I've been around long enough to know that good looks and personality can only get you so far. You know I'm wrapped around your fingers.. and you are wrapped in mine.

You want more of me. It wasn't enough. Was it? It wasn't enough that you took the best years of my life. You want more..

You bitch.

Fine, lets just get this over and done with. Let's just do this. And maybe one day, one day I'll finally be free of you..

"Light up*, *Inhale*... AAAAAAhhhhh....

You fucking whore...

Why smart people never accomplish anything.

I know a lot of smart, able people. I'm sure you know quite a few yourselves. Is it just me? Or does it seem that they are more often losers than great big winners?

They talk their big talk, but they never amount to anything. At the same time I know a lot of not so smart people who are successful. The secret I guess is actually doing things and not just talking about doing them. Shaking things up.

You can come up with all your plans to conquer the world but if the only thing you have is saliva and enthusiasm, then you probably won't make it very far. Unless you're a hooker and have a lot of kinky clients that is… in which case there are some phone numbers I would like to forward to you…

So anyway, lets hold hands and make this solemn promise to ourselves. 'If I want to do something, then I'll just fucking do it. Don't think. Just do it. Thinking gets in the way.'

'But...', STOP THINKING!!!

Back in the gym: Reenter the smells of sweat, iron and pricks

You can't just workout intensely for 3 hours once a week and expect to get results. That's like brushing your teeth vigorously once a month and expecting to have strong gums and a minty fresh breath. Make your workout consistent, intense and brief, at least 3 times a week if you want to see any progress.

Remember the brief part, cause it will make you consistent. Nobody looks forward to a grueling 3 hour workout. Make your workouts pleasant and your compliancy level will go through the roof.

When I go to the gym, I'm like out of there in 45 minutes. I don't try to prolong my stay there. Want to check out cute chicks with tight asses? Go to a club. You gay? You want to pick up someone? Go to a clu.. wait, if you're gay then the gym is the best place for you to meet a lot of other 'hot' (I'll scrub myself later) gay guys.

So anyway, unless you're gay, the gym is a place to workout. Once you're done, get out of there. You're fucking taking up space. And while I'm fucking ranting... don't fucking swing that 20 pounder around like that, you want to dislocate your shoulder? You poke my eye out with that dumbbell, I can save you the trouble.

And while I'm addressing inconsiderate pricks let me be the one to break it to you, doing 100 reps on that chest machine isn't going to make your scrawny little arms get any bigger. Don't be stupid. The weights are too light. You look like a fool and you're fucking hogging the machine for last fucking half an hour.

Get lost. Go do 'Body Combat' or 'Pilates' with the girls and leave us and our irons in peace.

Don't let your brain get in the way

I look at the clock. It's 5.30 in-the-fucking-morning. I don't often get these quite moments alone so I sit down at the edge of my bed to think and center myself.

What the hell is this? What have I become? Eating like a pig, haven't been going to the gym, smoking again.

Smoking again, it’s just fucking embarrassing...

I try to recreate the feeling I felt a year ago. When I felt strong and disciplined. What was it that made me so fucking motivated anyway?

I stand up. I brush my teeth and I start to pack. I'm going to the gym. Don't think too much. Don't give your smart-assed brain time to think. Don't give it time to come up with excuses not to go. Just go.

This early in the day, the only people who are here at the gym are the trainers and a few crazy people. I don' t train people.

Smile (2)

And when it's gone you'll never find,
It's secret hiding place.

Smile

A smile is such a funny thing,
It brightens up your face..