Newsweek once reported that Duffman died of liver failure
I keep lurking my own myspace just to listen to twist of cain.
today was my short day at work, but the one girl called out sick so steph asked me if I'd come back in. I'm glad I did, because I ended up doing two walk-ins. it was a husband and wife duo and they seemed a little weird and cultish and the husband kept making jokes that I just didn't get, and I like to think of myself as someone who gets all jokes. it was weird but they were nice and tipped me ok.
when I got home tonight, I sat in my car for a second (probably texting) and I could hear this weird country music. it was kinda cool but mostly spooky and I wondered for a second if I was somehow in a rob zombie movie. how come he has cool interests and I feel like I should love everything about him, but his music and movies are garb? the music I heard was one of my neighbors sitting out on his lawn with a radio. sid haig was nowhere to be found.
I got up early and went with my mom to a doctor's appointment, so before I had to go to work we stopped at perkins. we were seated near two mid-20s ladies and one of their daughters. the one who wasn't the mom and therefore most likely doesn't have to worry about living a long life for her children ordered a double bacon benedict with extra hollandaise sauce over her breakfast potatoes. to drink? chocolate milk.
it's not like now that I got to the gym and eat well I think I'm superior and can make fun of shit like that, but jesus christ. speaking of, I wish I could hire a personal trainer because even though I'm following a strict program I have all these questions and wish I had someone in the know to monitor my progress. I don't know how soon I should be advancing to higher weights. like the heaviest ones I've been using are still a little tough for me but the lightest weights are ridiculously light. and I'm doing intervals for cardio and I don't know how fast I should be moving through higher intervals? I don't want to stall myself but I think I'm doing ok? it's only the end of my 3rd week though and I think I can feel changes in myself and my shape. real talk, thinking about any possible negatives like my tattoos getting ruined or having loose skin or having no tna is almost bad enough to make me want to give up. I won't, but that shit worries me.
this line from sideshow mel's wikipedia has kept me loling all day today: Krusty once poured liquid nitrogen down his pants and cracked his buttocks with a hammer.
today was my short day at work, but the one girl called out sick so steph asked me if I'd come back in. I'm glad I did, because I ended up doing two walk-ins. it was a husband and wife duo and they seemed a little weird and cultish and the husband kept making jokes that I just didn't get, and I like to think of myself as someone who gets all jokes. it was weird but they were nice and tipped me ok.
when I got home tonight, I sat in my car for a second (probably texting) and I could hear this weird country music. it was kinda cool but mostly spooky and I wondered for a second if I was somehow in a rob zombie movie. how come he has cool interests and I feel like I should love everything about him, but his music and movies are garb? the music I heard was one of my neighbors sitting out on his lawn with a radio. sid haig was nowhere to be found.
I got up early and went with my mom to a doctor's appointment, so before I had to go to work we stopped at perkins. we were seated near two mid-20s ladies and one of their daughters. the one who wasn't the mom and therefore most likely doesn't have to worry about living a long life for her children ordered a double bacon benedict with extra hollandaise sauce over her breakfast potatoes. to drink? chocolate milk.
it's not like now that I got to the gym and eat well I think I'm superior and can make fun of shit like that, but jesus christ. speaking of, I wish I could hire a personal trainer because even though I'm following a strict program I have all these questions and wish I had someone in the know to monitor my progress. I don't know how soon I should be advancing to higher weights. like the heaviest ones I've been using are still a little tough for me but the lightest weights are ridiculously light. and I'm doing intervals for cardio and I don't know how fast I should be moving through higher intervals? I don't want to stall myself but I think I'm doing ok? it's only the end of my 3rd week though and I think I can feel changes in myself and my shape. real talk, thinking about any possible negatives like my tattoos getting ruined or having loose skin or having no tna is almost bad enough to make me want to give up. I won't, but that shit worries me.
this line from sideshow mel's wikipedia has kept me loling all day today: Krusty once poured liquid nitrogen down his pants and cracked his buttocks with a hammer.