COMPETITION
So. My best friend has got a blog up. She's a starving artist, which immediately makes her stuff a gillion times more interesting than time.
I suppose it also helps that she's published loads of "real" articles (as opposed to "fake" articles i.e. blog posts) and she's... well good at writing. And she's an interesting person.
You must read it:
http://bettasimplex.blogspot.com
Also I get 20 cents everytime you click on the link above. So, even if you don't get around to reading it, please surf over to her website, and then come back to mine, and then repeat. Many times.
Also, it is real proof that I do have interesting friends, and that I'm not some antisocial psychopath holed up in some little cubicle writing about fictional imaginary friends and people. Bwahahaha.
Anyway. Today, I ran 5 kilometers, in very embarassing time of 45 minutes. Yes, I finall hauled my exceptionally large (and growing) ass out of bed at 7am in the morning, and went plodding around my neighborhood. While I was red, panting and looking very ugly, I also ran into many neighbours who know my parents, and also my "exercise" habits. Meaning every now and then, suddenly they see me out, at ungodly hours of the day, running like I'm Bill Bowerman, like I'm overtaken with the religious fervour of running, like I've Changed My Life. This lasts for all of 2 weeks before I melt back into my sedentary lifestyle, and my lifelong experiment on How Large Can My Ass Grow. Right now, the answer is Very Large.
My neighbours are very amused.
I. Am not so amused.
Alot of times, I like to blame my work for the large gaping hole in my life that used to be filled with friends, badminton and other non-seating activities. I like to think that the long hours, and the stress, and the manic psycho boss have resulted in me being like this today. I.e. antisocial, alarming ass size, badminton weener, etc.
But it's not true.
The hours have tapered down a little. My boss has mellowed (slightly, ever so slightly), and I have since deviced little ways to avoid him (hiding behind potted plants, scheduling meetings during the hours when he is in the office, engaging in intense work-related discussions when he's pottering around the office, give up showering). Whenever I complain about working hours, and awful bosses, in truth, they no longer exist. They used to, but not anymore.
But like any relationship, I still hurt from the abuse of the yesterdays. I remember the nights when I had no sleep. I remember the times when people yelled down my neck. I remember the times when my life revolved around work, and nothing but work. I remember. And I still hurt.
Not so healthy.
I don't understand. I was in a good mood this morning.
Tsk.
I suppose it also helps that she's published loads of "real" articles (as opposed to "fake" articles i.e. blog posts) and she's... well good at writing. And she's an interesting person.
You must read it:
http://bettasimplex.blogspot.com
Also I get 20 cents everytime you click on the link above. So, even if you don't get around to reading it, please surf over to her website, and then come back to mine, and then repeat. Many times.
Also, it is real proof that I do have interesting friends, and that I'm not some antisocial psychopath holed up in some little cubicle writing about fictional imaginary friends and people. Bwahahaha.
Anyway. Today, I ran 5 kilometers, in very embarassing time of 45 minutes. Yes, I finall hauled my exceptionally large (and growing) ass out of bed at 7am in the morning, and went plodding around my neighborhood. While I was red, panting and looking very ugly, I also ran into many neighbours who know my parents, and also my "exercise" habits. Meaning every now and then, suddenly they see me out, at ungodly hours of the day, running like I'm Bill Bowerman, like I'm overtaken with the religious fervour of running, like I've Changed My Life. This lasts for all of 2 weeks before I melt back into my sedentary lifestyle, and my lifelong experiment on How Large Can My Ass Grow. Right now, the answer is Very Large.
My neighbours are very amused.
I. Am not so amused.
Alot of times, I like to blame my work for the large gaping hole in my life that used to be filled with friends, badminton and other non-seating activities. I like to think that the long hours, and the stress, and the manic psycho boss have resulted in me being like this today. I.e. antisocial, alarming ass size, badminton weener, etc.
But it's not true.
The hours have tapered down a little. My boss has mellowed (slightly, ever so slightly), and I have since deviced little ways to avoid him (hiding behind potted plants, scheduling meetings during the hours when he is in the office, engaging in intense work-related discussions when he's pottering around the office, give up showering). Whenever I complain about working hours, and awful bosses, in truth, they no longer exist. They used to, but not anymore.
But like any relationship, I still hurt from the abuse of the yesterdays. I remember the nights when I had no sleep. I remember the times when people yelled down my neck. I remember the times when my life revolved around work, and nothing but work. I remember. And I still hurt.
Not so healthy.
I don't understand. I was in a good mood this morning.
Tsk.
3 Comments:
I haven't been here in ages! Holy shit, blogging since 2002! You're old-skool man. Respect.
Keep writing! I want to read more.
Whats this about 20sen?
No shit.
Erh... incentive?
Was going to bring it up somewhere, somehow, but now that you know..
Pay up!
she's a retard. i told her to blog back in '02 and she wrote only passingly. her earlier works was mondo funny but she kept trashing her site with her non technical genius on a regular basis.
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