So, funny story. About a week ago I decided to start taking Hydroxycut. I made the decision to take this course of action after buying pants in the size that I always wear (30x32) for a wedding, only to actually try them on and find that they were 9078 sizes too small. Obviously, my ego took a big hit from this. In any case, I have a shitton of friends who take energy supplements and the such so I figured why not.
After I took it for the first time I pretty much proclaimed it to be my personal Jesus. I literally could not remember the last time I had such unbridled energy. I felt like I could accomplish anything. The only issue is that while you take HydC., as I will henceforth refer to it since I am far too lazy to type out the whole thing, you're expected to also diet and exercise. Now the diet part I've been keeping up with for the most part. Since it involves a lack of doing something I excel at it, actually. The exercise part, however, is another story. In the week that I've been on this miracle pill that makes me feel like Superman I still haven't exercised. Until yesterday, that is.
After pissing about on the internet for awhile, and not really knowing what else I wanted to do, I decided to finally make an effort it my weight loss plan. So I jumped right in (huge mistake) and started doing curls with the barbell that's been sitting on my bedroom floor for the last six years, since the first time I was overweight and decided I needed to actually *cringe* work out. This is easy, I thought to myself. At this point I still felt no pain.
The last time I really, like, worked out was before my senior prom, after which I completely lost all interest in it for whatever reason. I was always confused because it wasn't like I was doing it to fit into my tux. But whatev. So yesterday, after what felt like 24 years of working my delts, biceps, and triceps, I figured I was good. I had a nagging feeling that I would regret my hasty decision to act like Iron Man. Right I was. When I woke up this morning I discovered that almost everyway I can move my arms is painful. This means that even the smallest tasks, like masturbating or bringing a cigarette to my mouth to inhale its sweet death, carry with them such angst that I don't even feel like doing them. And those? Are two of my all-time favorite things.
In any case, I'm trying not to let this discourage me. I'm not sure which I dislike more, though: pants not fitting or me not being able to inhale fiberglass...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Fat Becomes Him (Not really, though)
So right about now I'm going to assume that anyone who is reading this has seen the amazing movie known as Death Becomes Her. If you haven't you should probably move to Malaysia. In any case, the other night while I was watching this movie, it dawned on me that I'm beginning to really identify with the character Helen. I mostly identify with her in the sense that I'm basically locked in my house eating my feelings and watching movies. I feel like I'm slowly becoming this person. And I can sort of forsee myself ending up in an institution discussing the ins and outs of Brangelina and Lindsay Lohan's battle with addiction, since this is pretty much my area of expertise.
Just thought all of you should know.
Just thought all of you should know.
Monday, August 18, 2008
I;'m a lont of fgun, gomdammit!
Gwen steafani is ginging to mr and I feel like i knwo what she means. Tje song "don't Slkeak" is so deep. I feel like it's ertering my soului.
MN other news:S I'm a pussy whou hade too meny whinee coolkers and im shintty.
fiRHt drunk postooo? Wokooo!
MN other news:S I'm a pussy whou hade too meny whinee coolkers and im shintty.
fiRHt drunk postooo? Wokooo!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Shopping with Anna Nicole Smith and the senile lady from "The Notebook"
Sad Fact of My Life #1: My grandmother is my best friend. Ever. I am equal parts slightly embarassed/completely honored by this. She is also completely awesome in everyway. However...she has a hard time remembering things. Like, lots of things.
Sad Fact of My Life #2: My mother is Anna Nicole Smith's forgotten twin. I love her. Very much. But...*sigh* I didn't sign up for that.
Sad Fact of My Life #3: Besides Granny Smith and Anna Nicole II, my only companions are my bitch dog, appropriately named Paris, and the people in the books that I read and the movies I watch.
Tonight we all decided to go shopping. Shopping trips with these two people are some of the most annoying, anger-inducing occurences you could ever possible imagine. And here's why:
We get to said store in search of a new TV. The last time we bought a new TV was 2001 when we moved to this shitfuck state (Pennsylvania), so I daresay we're well overdue. Arriving in the electronics section of the store we're overwhelmed but flatscreens, plasmas, LCDs, etc. After arguing for a good 45 minutes about how good the picture is on this one (it sucked) and how high the price is on that one (pretty reasonable, actually), we finally all agree on one only to find that it's not in stock. At all.
After this we all wander around in pursuit of our own interests with myself going to the book section, Grandma Notebook heading to the food section, and Anna Nicole remaining in electronics in search of the perfect stereo. I browse the many titles of the many shiny new books but don't feel compelled to buy any of them. After about fifteen minutes I return to electronics to find Anna Nicole standing in the exact same spot that I left her in. She looks at me with a contemplative face.
"Does this stereo play DVDs, do you think?" she asks me.
"No, mom. First of all stereos don't play DVDs. DVD players play DVDs. Secondly, you want a stereo, and what you've been looking at for the past fifteen minutes is a set of speakers."
"So...I can't watch CDs on this?"
I pause for a moment to wonder what exactly I did in my former life to deserve this then reply, "Just walk away." I was saying that more to myself, though, and so I do.
There's much more to this incredibly pointless and irksome story, but I haven't the energy to continue.
Sad Fact of My Life #2: My mother is Anna Nicole Smith's forgotten twin. I love her. Very much. But...*sigh* I didn't sign up for that.
Sad Fact of My Life #3: Besides Granny Smith and Anna Nicole II, my only companions are my bitch dog, appropriately named Paris, and the people in the books that I read and the movies I watch.
Tonight we all decided to go shopping. Shopping trips with these two people are some of the most annoying, anger-inducing occurences you could ever possible imagine. And here's why:
We get to said store in search of a new TV. The last time we bought a new TV was 2001 when we moved to this shitfuck state (Pennsylvania), so I daresay we're well overdue. Arriving in the electronics section of the store we're overwhelmed but flatscreens, plasmas, LCDs, etc. After arguing for a good 45 minutes about how good the picture is on this one (it sucked) and how high the price is on that one (pretty reasonable, actually), we finally all agree on one only to find that it's not in stock. At all.
After this we all wander around in pursuit of our own interests with myself going to the book section, Grandma Notebook heading to the food section, and Anna Nicole remaining in electronics in search of the perfect stereo. I browse the many titles of the many shiny new books but don't feel compelled to buy any of them. After about fifteen minutes I return to electronics to find Anna Nicole standing in the exact same spot that I left her in. She looks at me with a contemplative face.
"Does this stereo play DVDs, do you think?" she asks me.
"No, mom. First of all stereos don't play DVDs. DVD players play DVDs. Secondly, you want a stereo, and what you've been looking at for the past fifteen minutes is a set of speakers."
"So...I can't watch CDs on this?"
I pause for a moment to wonder what exactly I did in my former life to deserve this then reply, "Just walk away." I was saying that more to myself, though, and so I do.
There's much more to this incredibly pointless and irksome story, but I haven't the energy to continue.
Friday, August 15, 2008
The Truth Is Out There
So, a funny thing happened tonight. As I was driving home from the grocery store with my cute lil grandma, we both looked up in the sky and saw, what I can honestly only describe as a UFO.
Now, before I go into detail, I should explain something. While I sometimes entertain thoughts of Bigfoot prowling the local forests, or the Loch Ness Monster chillin' with Sean Connery and sipping some scotch, I really don't truly believe in these things. I mean, it's usually when I see something on the Discovery Channel that I think these things are possible and not the bullshit myths that people make up because they're bored.
However, what I saw tonight was, like, fuckin' trippy. Seriously. It caught my attention while I was driving down one of the many hickass roads I have to use to get anywhere. When I looked closer I could see that it was kind of oblong and was a bright shade of orange. And right while I was staring at it, it began to grow more and more faint.
And then it was gone.
What I should also mention is that my 65 year old grandmother, who does not believe in any of that kind of stuff, ever, sincerely believes we also saw something that was really out of the ordinary.
At least if I wake up tomorrow with my ass really sore I'll know (cause it definitely won't be from getting any action).
Now, before I go into detail, I should explain something. While I sometimes entertain thoughts of Bigfoot prowling the local forests, or the Loch Ness Monster chillin' with Sean Connery and sipping some scotch, I really don't truly believe in these things. I mean, it's usually when I see something on the Discovery Channel that I think these things are possible and not the bullshit myths that people make up because they're bored.
However, what I saw tonight was, like, fuckin' trippy. Seriously. It caught my attention while I was driving down one of the many hickass roads I have to use to get anywhere. When I looked closer I could see that it was kind of oblong and was a bright shade of orange. And right while I was staring at it, it began to grow more and more faint.
And then it was gone.
What I should also mention is that my 65 year old grandmother, who does not believe in any of that kind of stuff, ever, sincerely believes we also saw something that was really out of the ordinary.
At least if I wake up tomorrow with my ass really sore I'll know (cause it definitely won't be from getting any action).
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I'm here, I'm here! Don't panic!
So it's been a week since I posted last. I was mistaken when I said my boredom would be the main motivation for me keeping up on this so frequently. I forgot that although I do suffer from boredom as though it were an actual disease, I also suffer heavily from A.D.D. and narcolepsy. Not really, but still.
In any case, as a refreshing change of pace I actually did something this past weekend!
In a truly selfless act of humanitarianism (real word? Eh...) one of my friends, who I will call 'Tina', decided to come down to the seventh circle of Hell and rescue me from my life. So me, Tina, and our friend 'Shane' went up to Pittsburgh and partied like Britney Spears before her fifth meltdown.
It was really a blast. No one else had any idea I was going to be there, since I never can be any other time, so they were all shitshocked. After catching up we all proceeded to get crizunk, and I smoked some very good MJ out of a contraption that looked like it would normally be used to administer a colonic. I hadn't seen most of these people for over three months, so it was amazing to get to be with them again.
One thing I realized as a result of being around my friends, who are some of the many people who knew me during my Golden Age in college where I was literally like a living god, was that I truly miss being in school. I love to learn and be educated, but I've always been one of those people who preferred to do it all at their own pace. That combined with the fact that I was pretty much the unofficial Paris Hilton of my school and partied almost every waking moment meant that being in school, at least at this time in my life, just wasn't the right thing for me. I honestly can't wait to go back, though. Writing a fifteen page paper on proleteriats has got to be better than what I'm doing right now.
In any case, as a refreshing change of pace I actually did something this past weekend!
In a truly selfless act of humanitarianism (real word? Eh...) one of my friends, who I will call 'Tina', decided to come down to the seventh circle of Hell and rescue me from my life. So me, Tina, and our friend 'Shane' went up to Pittsburgh and partied like Britney Spears before her fifth meltdown.
It was really a blast. No one else had any idea I was going to be there, since I never can be any other time, so they were all shitshocked. After catching up we all proceeded to get crizunk, and I smoked some very good MJ out of a contraption that looked like it would normally be used to administer a colonic. I hadn't seen most of these people for over three months, so it was amazing to get to be with them again.
One thing I realized as a result of being around my friends, who are some of the many people who knew me during my Golden Age in college where I was literally like a living god, was that I truly miss being in school. I love to learn and be educated, but I've always been one of those people who preferred to do it all at their own pace. That combined with the fact that I was pretty much the unofficial Paris Hilton of my school and partied almost every waking moment meant that being in school, at least at this time in my life, just wasn't the right thing for me. I honestly can't wait to go back, though. Writing a fifteen page paper on proleteriats has got to be better than what I'm doing right now.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Another Day in the Life
Last night I realized that I'm probably going to be updating this site extremely frequently as a result of having absolutely no life and spending most of my day connected to my computer by an invisible USB cable.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, I was a semi-celebrity. I never had a shortage of people to hang out with, things to do, places to go, or yummy liquors to drink. How does one fall so far so fast, I often ask myself. The short and sweet answer is that I suck at what is known as 'moderation'. I drank too much, smoked too much, ate too much, and used to have a pretty decent amount of debaucherous gay sex, although those days are long gone.
What does my life consist of now?
Well, depending on whether or not I find a really captivating Wikipedia page, or get ensconced in GTA Vice City, I may or may not get to sleep by six in the a.m. When I open my bright shining eyes to greet the early evening I start off by smoking a pack of Marlboro Smooths before I debate whether it's worth the effort to shower or not, seeing as how I will most likely not be leaving the house before calling it a night (or a morning) again. Then I might watch an episode or two of Dynasty before gorging myself on a pastry of some sort and reading the latest book I've bought with my diminishing final wages from the redneck foodstore I previously was employed at. Recently, however, and this is a pretty exciting twist, I've discovered Mahjong, which I play constantly whilst listening to old school Britney Spears or Sandra Bernhard.
Right now, for example, I've been awake for a total of two hours. I've already inhaled half a pack of menthols, consumed three Diet Cokes and am listening to Madonna's newest album while lounging in my Fashion Bug sweatpants (insanely comfortable) that I got at Goodwill, with episodes of Absolutely Fabulous playing in the background. What can I say? I like to multitask.
It only gets better from here! Just wait until I make a half-assed attempt at exercise and give up right before I actually manage to break a sweat!
Once upon a time, not so long ago, I was a semi-celebrity. I never had a shortage of people to hang out with, things to do, places to go, or yummy liquors to drink. How does one fall so far so fast, I often ask myself. The short and sweet answer is that I suck at what is known as 'moderation'. I drank too much, smoked too much, ate too much, and used to have a pretty decent amount of debaucherous gay sex, although those days are long gone.
What does my life consist of now?
Well, depending on whether or not I find a really captivating Wikipedia page, or get ensconced in GTA Vice City, I may or may not get to sleep by six in the a.m. When I open my bright shining eyes to greet the early evening I start off by smoking a pack of Marlboro Smooths before I debate whether it's worth the effort to shower or not, seeing as how I will most likely not be leaving the house before calling it a night (or a morning) again. Then I might watch an episode or two of Dynasty before gorging myself on a pastry of some sort and reading the latest book I've bought with my diminishing final wages from the redneck foodstore I previously was employed at. Recently, however, and this is a pretty exciting twist, I've discovered Mahjong, which I play constantly whilst listening to old school Britney Spears or Sandra Bernhard.
Right now, for example, I've been awake for a total of two hours. I've already inhaled half a pack of menthols, consumed three Diet Cokes and am listening to Madonna's newest album while lounging in my Fashion Bug sweatpants (insanely comfortable) that I got at Goodwill, with episodes of Absolutely Fabulous playing in the background. What can I say? I like to multitask.
It only gets better from here! Just wait until I make a half-assed attempt at exercise and give up right before I actually manage to break a sweat!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Welcome! (But be warned)
Welcome to my shiny new blog, ya'll!
Let me introduce myself. I am Michael. I'm a 20 year old college dropout living in rural Pennsylvania. In my spare time, which is all the time since I recently quit both of my shittastic jobs, I enjoy reading (everything), smoking (anything), and doing (no one). I am a gay man with a sometimes goofy, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes dry, but always funny and under-appreciated sense of humor. I love to write, and usually have quite a bit to say on almost any subject however ridiculous my input maybe considered, so I decided to start this blog. Because blogging on Myspace just wasn't cutting it.
In an ideal world I would be a sexy, sassy black woman living in Manhattan, or at least be BFFs with Naomi Campbell or Alfre Woodard. But, alas, I live in the middle of nowhere, in a town where livestock outnumber humans and the majority of citizens are 65+.
I have terrible luck with men, lottery tickets, cars, friends, computers, cell phones, family, pets, and self control. I long to live a life a leisure, and yet now that I am unemployed (even if my two jobs were working as a dishwasher at a half-assed restaurant and as a cashier at a redneck foodstore) I find myself teetering on the brink of insanity. Thank God I am fortunate enough to have the complete series' of Absolutely Fabulous, Sex and the City, The O.C., and The L Word within my reach otherwise I probably would have shaved my head bald and beaten an SUV with an umbrella by now.
In any case, I'm not sure how many people will ever really read this blog, but for those who do I am here to warn you that it may offend some. Often times I tend to be politically incorrect, snobby, or just downright mean. Pretty sure I'm always entertaining, though. At least that's what my therapist tells me. . .
Let me introduce myself. I am Michael. I'm a 20 year old college dropout living in rural Pennsylvania. In my spare time, which is all the time since I recently quit both of my shittastic jobs, I enjoy reading (everything), smoking (anything), and doing (no one). I am a gay man with a sometimes goofy, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes dry, but always funny and under-appreciated sense of humor. I love to write, and usually have quite a bit to say on almost any subject however ridiculous my input maybe considered, so I decided to start this blog. Because blogging on Myspace just wasn't cutting it.
In an ideal world I would be a sexy, sassy black woman living in Manhattan, or at least be BFFs with Naomi Campbell or Alfre Woodard. But, alas, I live in the middle of nowhere, in a town where livestock outnumber humans and the majority of citizens are 65+.
I have terrible luck with men, lottery tickets, cars, friends, computers, cell phones, family, pets, and self control. I long to live a life a leisure, and yet now that I am unemployed (even if my two jobs were working as a dishwasher at a half-assed restaurant and as a cashier at a redneck foodstore) I find myself teetering on the brink of insanity. Thank God I am fortunate enough to have the complete series' of Absolutely Fabulous, Sex and the City, The O.C., and The L Word within my reach otherwise I probably would have shaved my head bald and beaten an SUV with an umbrella by now.
In any case, I'm not sure how many people will ever really read this blog, but for those who do I am here to warn you that it may offend some. Often times I tend to be politically incorrect, snobby, or just downright mean. Pretty sure I'm always entertaining, though. At least that's what my therapist tells me. . .
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