Jun 20, 2009 19:16
I started going back to the gym. Yes, again. I've finally started going with some regularity but, alas, haven't gotten much in terms of gains to my chest, and I ralized one of the best exercises I could do with the equipment in my apartment's gym -- the seated cable chest pull -- is impossible because my apartment complex was too cheap to get the "optional" bench. Finally I gave in, unplugged one of the stationary bikes, and moved it to the front of the cable station and did the exercise that way.
Sometimes my beard is so ruly and uncontrollable, you know what I want to do? No, not cut it, silly. But what I HAVE had notions of doing, upon seeing commercials for the InStyler, is getting one and putting that thing to my beard. Would it even DO anything to my beard? It straightened that black lady's hair, so why not? :: laugh :: I can't say, though, that I'm vain enough to spend that much money on something for my BEARD.
I had never heard a Lady Gaga song until last week. Yes, seriously.
confessions,
beard,
gym,
music