Went to work out last night. Michelle and I have got to get back in to a routine. As much as I hate working out, I know I need it. I decided to concentrate more on my legs and knees now so that maybe this problem with my knee will go away.
I didn’t do anything after working out. I wasn’t too tired or anything like that. I just didn’t feel like it. So I went home and watched television. I noticed last night, while sprawled out on the couch, that I have small ankles and fat calves. That’s something I really don’t like in other guys, but I don’t so much care about it on me. It’s not like there’s anything you can do to make your ankles thicker.
Things that I don’t like about my own body, I don’t really care about because I know there’s someone out there that loves that. For example, I’m tall, thin, and white and I don’t like tall thin white guys. I like short stocky brown boys that usually don’t like being short and stocky. So you see, there’s no point in not liking what you look like because you’re not dating you and someone else will surely find you hot… someone out there.
This morning I couldn’t get out of bed, I was so tired and I just didn’t want to come in. Luckily I talked myself out of calling in. I have to remind myself that when I don’t work, I don’t get paid. We don’t have sick time or vacation time, so it’s not cool to miss work.
Oh, so about the subject of this post. Last night I had this weird dream. I had come home (not sure if it was my home) and my mom was cutting up lettuce, tomatoes, and onions in the kitchen. She had to go do something in another room so I took over for her. When I dumped out the bag of onions, two dead parakeets feel out. I didn’t notice it at first and I grabbed one and almost started slicing it up. I was totally freaked out. I screamed and my mom came running in. She grabbed the parakeet and threw it out side to the dog. Then I was traumatized that she threw the dead bird to the dog. I thought that was super disrespectful and that we should have buried it. I went back in the kitchen and started freaking again because the other dead parakeet was still in there. I don’t remember what happened after that.
JUST PLAIN BIZARRE.
I don’t care for birds….so I was pretty emotionless about your little story.
I pretty much like guys that look like ME, only more attractive. Funny part is, I was with two guys with blue eyes, and now am FINALLY with one with brown eyes (which, to me, is a total turn on)
Left by Mark on January 25th, 2006