Aug 06, 2009 15:44
I am really starting to hate my days off. Mainly I just sit around my house alone thinking about all of the things that I'm not getting done in my life. You remember when you were a kid and you were sitting in school just waiting for the weekend so that you could just kick back and relax? Well that is what work used to be like. I used to be at work going one blank more hours left and then I get some time off. Now I just don't care. I am getting some things done. My work out is going great, and I am still playing the drums. But I can't work out and play the drums for two days strait. It is hard to find a second job so that as long as I am bored anyway I could at least be making some money, because my hours are so irregular at my current job. Idle hands.
My work out is going great if you are just looking at the numbers as to how much I can lift now. But if your looking at what a sexy beast I am becoming it has been pretty much a failure. How is it that a guy that goes to his attic four times a week and water boards himself with his own sweet for over a year, gets no comments about how well he is doing, and women actually start paying less attention to him than when he started. Actually I think that I might have gonoria or something because that is how most women act around me now a days. Yet a woman who has been dieting for the last six months and going for walks (she is now down 40lbs which is great) and every guy in the metro area has to tell her how well she is doing and hit on her. I mean I'm not saying that I want an army of women coming after me, because I am doing good financially right now and it probably would be best if I didn't start spending alot of money going out on dates. But I mean from what she tells me I have been putting in a ton more effort than her for a good deal more time and I am glad that she is getting all of this confidence from these people and keeping it up. I am just waiting for my first real compliment that is not from my mom or someone that I have talked to about this. Oh, who am I kidding I don't even think that my body is coming along well. Fuckin shit