gym vs. blogging

round one- its cold outside. i need to put gas in my car. gas costs money. need to drive to the gym.

round two- reeses peanut butter eggs next to me. comfy sweats.

round three- haven't been to the gym all week.

round four- i just made a blog.

round five- blogging is making my butt bigger.

and the winner is... GYM!

and yet i am still sitting here.

those reeses peanut butter eggs are so dang good.  

one time a boy told me that he dated me because of my butt. 

(naturally.) 

he said it was a joke. i think he was a joke.

good news is my winning charm can fill in for the next few weeks while i work on the behind. it needs some touch ups. 

"you just popped in the kanye west

get right for the summer workout tape

and ladies if you follow these instructions exactly

you might bear to pull you a rapper, a nba player

man, at least a dude wit' a car..."

ah if kanye doesn't speak the truth, i don't know who does...

for now, intramurals will suffice- but the guy needs to at least have a bus pass.

and for the record- i'm going to a bonfire later tonight. so me, going to the gym at 8:30pm on a saturday night, doesn't interfere with my socializing skills and intense popularity at all. don't worry.

break down.

I keep telling myself that blogs are only for married people... and then, I keep meeting fun people who aren't married (or so they tell me...) and they have blogs. Not to mention the fact that I spend lots of "stalking hours" on my friends blogs- telling myself I will not and cannot leave an anonymous comment... cause that's just creepy. 

SO, moral of the story, I feel as though it is about that time. Welcome to my blog. Let's get started, shall we? Maybe this will automatically make me one of those cute, unmarried people.