how much do i love dave chappelle? no seriously, how much?!
a whole fuck lot, yo. you can’t measure the joy that scrawny lil black man gives me. (in my pants…)
but…a world without the chappelle show? how fuckin’ upset would i be?
heart
broken.
(1) you want me? fuckin‘ well come and find me…(2) meet me in outer space; i will hold you close, if you’re afraid of heights. (3) there’s a hole in my soul that we’ll fill with dope, and we’ll fill it fine. (4) i cannot save you…i can’t even save myself. (5) lay my hands on heaven & the sun & the moon & the stars; while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car. (6) i don’t wanna talk to you anymore…cuz i’m afraid of what i might say. (7) it’s been awhile…since i could look at myself straight. (8) i only see myself reflected in your eyes… (9) you make me hard, when i’m all soft inside. (10) i lost myself in your tainted smile again. (11) it’s only you, who can tell me apart; and it’s only you, who can turn my wooden heart. (12) intoxicated with the madness, i’m in love with my sadness.
::sighs::
life needs a soundtrack. bonus points if you figure it all out.
met with trainer thingie last night. and despite him being really late — and actually having no clue he was scheduled for anything — he was nice. did i “just absolutely *love* him” like the gym wench said i would? no. he was kinda like a stray puppy, so i tried to be nice. but i was confused and surly and didn’t really know wtf the point was anyway. i can budget to pay my membership, but a personal trainer? as if!
that said, it was fairly unproductive, and i just kinda puttered around with him. only 10 minutes walking — WALKING SLOWLY — on the treadmill thingie (which i hate). mehz0rz. i should’ve just blowed him off and done a real workout. because it felt like i didn’t do anything, and really, i didn’t.
and i’m missing tonight because i’m meeting jetta for teh usual. which i wouldn’t miss for the world, but combined with last night’s lackluster “fitness assessment” and missing tonight i can’t help but feel ever so slightly guilty. because i really can’t afford to miss and i was doing pretty good, actually. hadn’t missed a day all week since saturday. and the week before (since i started on a saturday) i only missed twice. bluh, i was hoping not to. bluh squared.
and i just don’t get it i don’t get how someone is supposed to have 4-5 small meals a day, much less 3. trainer gym dude last night said i should eat more, and often, etc. but most days i can’t even find the time to eat once or twice. or like last night, so tired when i got home that dinner was a few handfuls of nuts. (heh) wtf?
i need like 12 more hours per day. seriously.
or crack.
crack would probably be helpful, i’d get oodles done, i wouldn’t need to eat because the wonderful wonderful crack would sustain me, and i’d run super fast. cuz lord knows you ain’t catchin’ no crackhead.
only 50 days until nick gets here! yessssssssssssssssssssssss!
(not that i’ve been counting or anything…)
database error glitch fixed. of course i *should* be sleeping, but what did i do as soon as i got the chance? review my php code. that’s what! ay dios…i am a n3rd.
but in my defense, i was cuddling my adorable kitty, as well. shit. so many pussy pictures to upload but i’ve had like zero at home time to get shit done. hence the state my room is currently in.
maybe i should just go lie down now. or something. there’s lots i need to do for the current theme i downloaded, but i believe that shit can wait.
