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Tuesday - 19 July , 2005

  Wykancza mnie [06:35 AM]


Pogoda mnie wykancza. I podejrzewam, ze nie tylko mnie. Ja jednak znosze ja wyjatkowo zle. Caly weekend mialam okropna migrene. Co prawda spotkalam sie z Asia i Beata na urodzinowy obiad na Manhattanie ale wcale nawet nie mialam ochoty na to spotkanie. Tylko, ze wiem jak jest. Nie ma sie ochoty a potem jest fajnie. I bylo fajnie. Obiad byl bardzo dobry a i Peach Frozen Margaritas poprawily mi nieco nastroj.

Od tygodnia pada lub jest pochmurnie, jest goraco i przede wszystkim bardzo wilgotno. Dzisiaj chyba bedzie najgorzej. Temperatura 34C ale ze wzgledu na wilgoc bedzie sie mialo wrazenie, ze jest 38C. Wczoraj w czasie lunch wyszlam na chwile i po paru sekundach juz bylam cala mokra. Czubki czy tez koncowki wlosow, jak to sie mowi, mialam mokre. Okropne wrazenie. Najchetniej wzielabym dzisiaj i jutro wolne, bo jutro ma byc podobnie, ale mam zbyt duzo pracy.

A i w pracy lekkie zamieszanie i jakies plany sie klaruja ale na razie nie bede nic pisac bo nie chce nic zapeszyc.

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Thursday - 14 July , 2005

  Exercise Diary [08:13 PM]


Dear Diary,

For my fiftieth birthday this year, my wife (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since playing on my college football team 30 yrs ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. Called the club and made my reservation with a personal trainer namedBelinda, who identified herself as a 26 yr old aerobics nstructor And model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My wife seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary tochart my progress.

MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00am. Tough to get out of bed, but it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She was something of a Greek goddess-with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!!!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. She took my pulse after 5 minutes on the treadmill. She was alarmed that my pulse was So fast, but I attributed it to standing next to her in her Lycra aerobics outfit. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring, Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!

TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out The door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air, and then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile Made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.

WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.

THURSDAY: Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the men's room.. She sent Lars to find me, then, as punishment, put me on the rowing machine-which I sank.

FRIDAY: I hate that bitch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic little cheerleader. If there were a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it. Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps. And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the *&%#(#&**!!@*@ barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?

SATURDAY: Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year, my wife (the bitch), will choose a gift for me that is fun like a root canal or a vasectomy.
Pat

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Tuesday - 12 July , 2005

  Nadszedl [06:29 AM]


Kolejny dzien mego zywota :). Tylko mi nie zapalac tutaj 36ciu swieczek.

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