When does Lent end? Some say April 7th. Google says April 5th. Either way, at most, I have 11 more days left in more “no sweets” journey. To think I haven’t had any junk food in weeks. I did have a sweet tea though. I was traveling for work. My co-worker got it for me as we had a long drive and there were no places to stop. I got thirsty and well. I drank it. But that’s the only one. I know one thing, whatever day it ends, I will have Georgetown Cupcakes and Sweet Tea on deck!
Occasionally I’ll look at a fashion blogs just to see what the ladies and gents are wearing. One day though it hit me. I was thinking “who takes all of these damn pictures?!?!?!?” So I put the question out on twitter and got responses like “they have a tripod”, “their best friend”, “their man/boyfriend/husband”….SCCCREEEEEEEECH. Their wha? You mean you want me to take 5 photos of what you’re wearing everyday? Tell’em Clay…(NSFW)
The other thing with fashion blogs is that some of them aren’t really fashionable. They just throw stuff together and say thats hot. Its not. Sometimes I’ll look at an outfit and say “WTF was she thinkin?” or “She wore that to work?” Tell me I’m not the only one.
Speaking of work, when are we gonna learn? Why do people tweet, post a status on FB about their dislike for work or their boss? If you’re going to do that, make sure your page is private, unless you want to get fired.
Speaking of social media, stop believing everything you read. Make sure it’s true. You know how many people have “accidently” died on Twitter?
My new neighbors – well – they’ve been pretty excited about the warm weather. Like after 11pm sitting on their front porch blasting music excited. Like having a rack of dudes on the front porch drinking beers excited. BTW, this is during the week! Like having friends pull up and scream their name instead of ringing the door bell excited. I think Sixty’s neighbors moved down here.
Peace and love.
I decided to give up sweets for Lent.
Today, marks 2 weeks into this journey.
To be more specific I mean junk food. No cookies, candy, cake and the like. In addition, I’m giving up on sweet tea. Let me tell y’all. Sweet tea is my achilles heel. If I can have it infused into my blood stream, I would have done it a long time ago. Chick-Fil-A, McDonald’s, Gold Peak, Arizona, now Snapple…..I’m telling you man. I get real crackheadish around it.
“It be calling me man”
Two events this past weekend had me shaking my head.
I read a tweet from a
stripper exotic dancer where she was bragging about making more money in one night than kids with college degree. I’m sure she’s right. I’m sure she was rolling in the dirty money but the tweet (and following tweets) were ridiculous.
A party flier promoting an event at a nightclub. On the flier, it said “calling all bad b@tches”. Yup. You read it right “only bad b@tches” allowed.
What is going on?
It seems that on today’s world, people are more concerned with materialism and the quick buck. I’m not knocking anyone and their hustle. I understand we’re in a recession, times are hard, jobs are tough to come by, etc. Some of these “BET” generation folks are just misguided and walking around lost.
Miss like I want to go.
So for the past few weeks (and 2-3 months) off and on, I’ve been doing the P90x/Insanity hybrid. More recently, since my knee and back issues have healed, I’ve been going back at it hardcore. For those of you who don’t know, the P90x and Insanity programs are home based workouts. I go downstairs, pop in the DVDs and go for it.
Coinciding with the workout program is the fact that my latest project at work has me working from home majority of the time. (Now I’m definitely not complaining about that).
The problem is I don’t leave the house!
I’m like a hermit man. I get up, go downstairs workout, go back upstairs shower, then do work. Rinse and repeat.
I miss the buff dude lifting weights grunting like he’s about to bust a nut.
I miss the fly girl on the treadmill, booty jiggling.
I miss the other fly girl on the elliptical going reeeeaaall sloooooooow while she’s talking on her cell phone (and who looks like she’s going straight clubbin’ after leaving)
I miss the eye candy.
I miss the dude that went up to everyone giving them instructions on how to do an exercise like he made every piece of equipment.
Yeah I miss all of those characters but I’ll tell you two things I don’t miss. Waiting for a machine/treadmill and the monthly payments. Now that I think about it. I’m good – at least until I finish these programs.
Maybe I’ll workout one day and do a drive by just cause.