damn you moves like jagger get out of my head
So basically this is me ignoring the fact that I really need to go weight lift. And possibly run because it's been way too long but um, I'm sort of lazy and enjoying catching up on Glee while my bread machine of awesome makes me awesome French Bread, very loudly, int he background. Also, longest sentence ever.Â
Has anyone ever returned a book to Barnes and Noble a day after reading it simply because it was predictable and sort of lame and now you regret buying it? I mean. That's kind of $26.00 I can get back. I totally don't have a problem lying to someone I used to work for by pretending I bought it for someone who already had it. Or that my mom bought it for me already. Or some other such thing I'll come up with on the fly and try not to give away the fact that I'm lying horribly by turning red and stuttering. I used to be so good at lying as a kid. What the hell happened to that skill? Oh yeah. I figured out guilt. Shit.Â
Anyway, ugh. The gym. I skipped yesterday in favor of buying books I clearly shouldn't have invested in so I should probably head out there now. And missed Yoga this morning because I woke up late and really wanted to make oatmeal instead of eating a rushed bowl of cereal because if you haven't gotten this already oatmeal is kind of my life. I'm also an old man. Trapped in a 26 year old's always wearing yoga pants body. Hot.
