The cool cats and hot chicks in my life that sip martinis, drink cappuccinos and read bad poetry. We don't live a lifestyle, we live life...with style.
02 February 2006
Last night I had to leave an offering at the altar of pain, also known as Island Gym. Yes, folks, it's official, I have joined the ranks of the fitness obsessed. I guess it's better than being a crackwhore! Dorian and I did my routine and I upped the weights, yet again. I am amazed at how much I can lift. We also added a few different sets to keep things fresh. I feel really good right now, it must be the endorphins again. Miss Patti was all over the gym as well, I kept eyeing her on the leg presses and the ab crunch machine. Very good! I treated myself to a chocolate protein shake with a spoonful of peanut butter. It was like a REESE'S peanut butter cup. Yum! Today is payday, this every two week thing is for the birds. I hate it. It does give me an excuse do my five mile walk. It's still overcast and damp out but, after the wonderful weather we have had so far this winter, I can put up with one off day. And, I always get the gossip when I am there, which is like a bonus! Hell, even if I don't, I make stuff up. Bloody hell, I need a hobby. Or a job. I don't know what else to do today, I can't go to the gym, I need to take time off, I realized I have been working out at least five days in a row and I have to give my body a chance to rest and regenerate. Wait, that makes me sound like the Borg (geek reference alert). Well, I do look good in leather, rubber and electronics. Who doesn't? Time to pop on over to Myspace and see what's doing there.
I am a life long resident of this little island on the east coast of New Jersey and I am the walking representation of Atlantic City. Which doesn't say much for the city. I'm a professional party guest.