Wednesday, January 27, 2010

chapter seventeen: i used to get high

"7am: the garbage truck beeps as it backs up and i start my day thinking of what i've thrown away." i've thrown away the love of my life this week, and it's the hardest thing i've done in about, say, 48 hours. no i am not a coffee drinker. and i rarely drink tea. something more devastating. more heartbreaking. more monumental of a task. hot... chocolate... take my soul, but not my hot chocolate.

this morning, there was something missing. i woke up feeling like a dog with no bone. a girl without her mexican assistant. you may think i've chosen carmelita because i like my apartment clean, but no, it's because i happen to be very passionate about pico de gallo sauce. that and hot chocolate. but today, nothing, nada, zip. i have officially lost my pepper lady's and gent's.

you know the drill, high five for strive. fun bobby and er bear herding the lethargic slugs that used to be the perky 7am-ers. i'm comfortable saying that i'm a pretty big deal. ok, that's an exaggeration, but i have one or two moves that i bust out now and then on the kinesis machines. today i was all but spinning tires. trying to get traction but there was no budging. i am going to admit something to you, and you need to promise not to tell. i was tired. i know, i thought it was impossible too. but, day seventeen was a day to delete from the 30day handbook.

my mountain climbers looked more like mountain goats. burpee's we're horriffic. my power sit ups were pretty fly, for a white guy. but i still was napping on the way down. i told FB that i was tired after class and he replied cheekily "i know, i can tell." it was one of those moments when you discover a whole entire stalk of asparagus growing out of your front teeth, and saying to your friend "why the hell didn't you tell me?" someone should have yelled at me today. if this happens tomorrow i'm doing an 8 ball in the bathroom between sets. inappropriate yes, but i'm desperate. and when i say 8 ball i obviously mean eat a pack of skittles. because they're friggen delicious.

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