REAAAAAAAAAAAL Quick tonight...Uneventful day and not to much to talk about...
Once again snubbed on the train...train was packed as usual and every seat as filled except one...I will give you one fucking guess which it was...that's right folks the one next to me...There were 4 people standing and yet all of them thought that was a better idea than sitting next to me...Really puts me in a good mood to start the day...
Once again oatmeal for bfast...I think tomorrow will be egg whites...Not that any of you care but oatmeal goes right through me and comes out the way it looks...
Snack...banana....
Lunch...Today I had some some asparagus and salmon again...Although I kinda enjoyed it....
Snack...granola bar...no filing today...that's a moral victory...although when a moral victory is not doing a interns job you know you have by far the BEST FUCKING JOB EVERRRRRRRRR
Once again called the phone book and found nobody to run with...It was fucking hot as balls out today...I cannot believe I did not have a stroke...another moral victory...Today I ran the furthest I have without stopping to walk...I also went further than I have ever gone...Calves burned but not nearly as bad as the grundle...I let out a man yelp and a few man tears from the burning going on in the grundular area...You could probably cook some eggs down there thats how hot they were...While down there you can top it with some fromunda cheese..(as GTB would say fromunda my balls)....O yea hot factor...bitches were about a 4 (1-10 scale) BUT THE FUCKING TITS WERE LIKE A 12 (yes still a 1-10 scale)...They were big, juicy, and bouncing all over the place...If I were to have tripped and fell into any of the girls chests I do not know if it would have been a cushioned landing or if I would have needed a GPS device to find my way out before I was smothered to death...Thanks for the tits tonight ladies really helped me push through and not quit from grundle pain...
As I got home I thought I was gonna drop in the elevator...it was crowded and all I wanted to do was be in my apt....some douche bag (last person in the vator btw as the door was about to shut)...gets out ON THE THIRD FUCKING FLOOR...ARE YOU KIDDING ME...TAKE THE FUCKING STAIRS...I had to wait for your lazy scumbag ass to get out...fuck you...If I ever see you again in an elevator and you are going up past the 3rd floor...say to like floor 20I I will get out on floor 5 but before I do I am going to hit every single button so your douchey self can feel my pain....also maybe we will get lucky and the elevator will slip and you will plummet to your death...again fuck you douche bag...
For dinner I grilled up some clams and halibut I bought at the grand central market...For the clams put them on tin foil season to your taste (I use salt, pepper, garlic, paprika, and lemon) Wrap up the foil and throw on the grill...they are ready when they open wide (like most women)...Halibut I used salt, pepper, lemon and 4 min on each side...of course a little Quinoa...
That's about it for me...I will try my best to post a few times this weekend...
Until tomorrow....eat some red velvet cupcakes from buttercup bakeshop (52 and 2ish)...for This Fat Fuck...
You know, when I lived in Boston if the T was filled and there was an open seat usually I'd stand instead of sit there for 2 reasons: 1. I can handle it and really don't like sitting next to the stranger unless I'm at the window. 2. Perhaps, some lady with her kid(s) or an old person gets on. Good deed for the day done. I had a breakfast burrito with Cheese, egg and sausage for you yesterday.
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