Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.

1.31.2005

Film. 11.

Surprisingly enough, all my limbs are still attached, I was not subjected to spandex, and I exceeded my goal on the elliptical doohickey (15 instead of 10 minutes). In all, better than I thought it would be, and I actually remembered some shit from the weight training units of 11th grade gym. Yay me. My right shoulder hurts like a bastard, but I think I also slept on it funny last night. (Why, I have no idea- it's not like I was trying to contort around three hulking felines or anything...)

So I now have a membership. And a buddy. And all that jazz. We'll see how this goes. I don't want to bench press my car or anything, but... fitting into the size I wore in High School would be pretty neato, and not totally unrealistic.

Sorry to disappoint you, Goldie.

ET- the people at apple are so evil. You don't know you want their product till you play around with it. Then you wonder why the hell you didn't obtain it sooner. I seriously lust after the new imac G5. Unfortunately, I'm partial to having both kidneys, but damn... I want it I want it I want it I want it. (Yes. I am five.)


Whee!

1 Comments:

Blogger parcequilfaut said...

Of course you're five, ET. So am I, so it stands to reason.

I have to go to work, I am pulling a Bridget Jones....

1:13 PM  

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