bolddork

Good Morning, well as I expected no one read my blog. Whew, it's kind of a cool thing knowing that I can vent to the point of putting things down in writting and still no one knows. So I'm sore today. My buddy Tim who is an officer in the Marine Corps advised me to do isometrics instead of going to a gym to work out. So every morning I do pushups and situps. This morning I did 75 pushups and 200 sit ups before I came to work. Now I'm all cramping in my arms and chest. Does it mean that I'm a sick fuck if the only thing I take from that is I didn't do enough situps if my stomach isn't cramping too?
Probably because I am a sick fuck.
The coffee is amazing this morning. Perfect combo of cream and coffee. That doesn't happen frequently. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I'm easy to please. What can I say? I'm a guy so I'm simple.
My social networking skills are suspect. I was talking to my neighbor last night and she told me about three or four things that she was doing this weekend and my plans are.....non existant. I really need to make more friends that aren't married or engaged.
I broke down last night and called a girl that I used to date named Lori. Lori is a fully tattoo'd up former stripper that I really like but she's on the drugs and it fucks her up. I decided about 6 months ago to break it off with her, she called for a few months after that but the breakup finally stuck. Then like an ass I go and call her last night. I love to get myself into shit. She bitched and moaned for about an hour that all of her friends quit talking to her because they suck. So I finally told her that her friends had to look out for themselves because she was so fucked up with the drugs. She said I was right and started crying...oh shit what did I get myself into?
Ok I'm out.