Hodge Podge
I have 8 Myspace friends now. All women. Hmmm… I seem to be quite the ladies man. I hope no one expects to actually communicate with me since I’m quite the antisocial ladies man.
Complaint of the Day: Glamour Shots
“Ok now tilt your head… a little more… more… great, that looks uncomfortable enough. Now smile like you’re eating poop. Great! Now move the feather boa away from your cheek just a little bit… PERFECT!”
*click*
Would someone please explain to me why anyone would ever want a glamour shot?!?! I’ve always considered the glamour to be the NASCAR of photography; only appreciated by Jesus loving Mullet Amurricans who live in homes with wheels. Those of you who have mullets or wheelie homes, please save your whining… this is my blog, so deal with it. And before you start busting my hump, the picture on my website is NOT a glamour shot, it’s a head shot (not to be confused with a facial). Bottom line… glamour shots are bad mmmkay.
OK, moving on… Now I need a little advice. If you ask a woman if she’s married and she says “sorta”, does that make her available? I’m sure anyone in their right mind would probably see trouble written all over this situation and advise me to keep my 10 foot pole far far away, but I really don’t want to hear from those people. I want to hear from the people who think it’s perfectly acceptable to get involved with a married woman. Besides, don’t all long-lasting relationships always start out by breaking up a marriage? Feel free to comment with your advice.
Last order of business… I’m getting fat. Ok, that’s not true. I’m already fat. My clothes are tighter, my face is rounder, and my man boobs are fuller. Wait, maybe I’m pregnant! Right now I’m just under the weight limit for the semi affordable treadmills I’m considering buying. Once I hit 250lbs, I think the conveyor belt won’t even spin when I stand on it.
I don’t know when it happened but at some point in my life, the term “going out to play” turned into the word “exercise”. It’s been a battle of the belly ever since. All I know is I need to get busy soon if I expect to score with this married chick.
I’m thinking of starting some sort of fitnessy, journaly, updatey, thingy with my bloggy thingy. I’m not really sure how publicizing my progress is supposed to motivate me. Maybe I can do it to motivate others. I bet there are a few chunky butts who read this blog who could be inspired by my hard work and dedication.
