Maybe don't wear a bra next time...

Riddle me this: Why did I decide to take a shower, and then feel the need to go out in this 112 degree heat and wash my beautiful truck? Was it that I felt bad for not going to the gym this morning, and wanted to get just as sweaty? Possibly. Was it because I needed that shower because I felt dirty as fuck and don't mind taking another later? Perhaps. Was it because I don't think things thru? Most likely.

So hi. I'm back. I wrote this wonderfully funny, witty, and slightly sarcastic post earlier this week about last weekend, and Blogger ate it, so I've been slightly bitter at Blogger and haven't gotten around to posting again till today. That, and my computer screen's on the fritz so I'm slightly bitter about that as well. And then I've been getting up at 05 every morning to hit the gym, and by the time I get home from work I'm completely worn out (or I hit the tanning bed after work and am fried after that).
So let's see, last weekend I went to Santa Cruz with some of my homies, and had an absolute freakin blast. I don't know what it was, the sunshine, the atmosphere, the being away from everything, but I just completely let loose and didn't look back. I rolled up my jeans and walked in the surf, scoped out the hotties with my buds, didn't have too much to drink ( I think I had one Smirnoff), got my pic taken with my girls at one of those dress-up-old-fashionedly things, thought about getting an airbrushed tattoo which spouted me off on ideas for a new real tattoo, went on coasters and other rides like a little kid, went thru a completely scary Fright House, won a stuffed dragon at one of those little carnival-type-booths, slaughtered people at bumper cars, ate a bunch of great, completely unhealthy food, and I've gone to the gym every day since in an effort to work it off. Not the real reason I've hit the gym so much lately, basically I just love going to the gym. I don't like waking up so early, but if I have a reason to (A.K.A. I'm spose to be meeing someone else there) I'll drag my ass out of bed. And after a couple laps in the pool or a couple miles on the treadmill, I'll start enjoying myself.
Allow me to be all girlie here for a couple seconds: I got my second ever manicure Wednesday, and I now officially realize I am hooked. This time I went with a French Manicure, and I am in love (Me and Veronica had sex and now we are in Love!)
Ok, girlie moment's over. Went tanning and then to the gym last night. We decided to change it up by lifting weights, then trying to race like fools on the bikes. That's a bit tougher than you'd think. We only got to like 4.5 miles on the bikes before we called it quits. It was a killer. But the weird thing is, I'm not really feeling it today. I know my muscles, especially my arms, should be screaming today, but they're not. It's a bit disturbing really. I was expecting it, and not feeling like I even did jack today's throwing me off. I want to go back to the gym and try again, like it didn't take or something. In fact, I'm already sweaty, I don't see a reason not to head over to the gym right now. Then I'll still have time to shower and get myself cleaned up before we head out tonight.
Right, later kids.