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Jan. 13th, 2004 11:47 amI'm going to the gym. When I come back, I want you to be a cat.
Jan. 13th, 2004
Gym buddies are hard to come by
Jan. 13th, 2004 03:03 pmI need a gym buddy. I miss Megan - Goddam, why did she have to quit this place months before me? Now I train all alone, and have to keep Ginger Minger's stalking tactics and other encounters in the locker room all too myself.
I went to the gym yesterday and worked on my legs and triceps. Today, I did the second part of my "training": upper body. You are reading this and thinking "Ollie is some meathead that looks like Mr.T" I don't and I'm not. I never push myself on those machines because I'm not after big puffy muscles. I just want to be lean and mean (until Ginger Minger cries.) Still, it's hard to motivate myself to go. It would be nicer to have an ally at the gym.
After I come back from Brasil, I'll be looking for a new gym. Thus, the quest to find a new gym buddy. It could work! We can arrive together at the gym, snigger at the ladies in the aerobics classes, exchange eyes when the macho guys bend over and we can see their tatty underwear. You know, fun stuff. Fruity cocktails afterwards and friendly punches to the shoulder. Glistening sweat and budding friendship smiles.
As for this week, I'm contemplating a marathon of exercise. I'm thinking of going in tomorrow for some cardio, then back on thursday and friday for a rerun of my cycle-of-muscle-torture. Vanity begets a lovely body to face the Brasilian sun.
I went to the gym yesterday and worked on my legs and triceps. Today, I did the second part of my "training": upper body. You are reading this and thinking "Ollie is some meathead that looks like Mr.T" I don't and I'm not. I never push myself on those machines because I'm not after big puffy muscles. I just want to be lean and mean (until Ginger Minger cries.) Still, it's hard to motivate myself to go. It would be nicer to have an ally at the gym.
After I come back from Brasil, I'll be looking for a new gym. Thus, the quest to find a new gym buddy. It could work! We can arrive together at the gym, snigger at the ladies in the aerobics classes, exchange eyes when the macho guys bend over and we can see their tatty underwear. You know, fun stuff. Fruity cocktails afterwards and friendly punches to the shoulder. Glistening sweat and budding friendship smiles.
As for this week, I'm contemplating a marathon of exercise. I'm thinking of going in tomorrow for some cardio, then back on thursday and friday for a rerun of my cycle-of-muscle-torture. Vanity begets a lovely body to face the Brasilian sun.
