Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Rump Roast

2006 and the writing bug has struck again. Maybe I needed a break to clear my mind and sort out all the clutter that gets jammed up in there. I think I need to stop surfing the web so much, but it's the best $25 a month I spend. It allows me access to a wealth of information, usually within minutes so I can sharpen my already dulled senses in preparation for my fifteen minutes on Jeopardy. But I digress...

Note to self: do not go to the gym in the evening or late afternoon as it will be difficult to do said workout in sequence. However, the trade off is that the hottie quotient expands exponetially.

Second note to self: I am so glad that I never got a tattoo. There are so many boys at the gym with their tribal bands, flaming yin and yang calf tattoo's or some sort of Chinese symbol. My favorite of these is the navel tattoo. It's just crying out "shoot your load here". I mean it's like one of those carnival hammer bell markers. I would rank it right up there with girls who wear shorts with words on the seat of their (a. shorts or (b. sweatpants. Neither of these are attractive.

This probably started with the sexualization of everything Abercrombie, which ultimately trickled down to designer brands and state colleges. This paired with a jelly belly is not a pretty thing. Kudos to you for going to the gym, but if you want to be clever why not put something like "For Rent" as that's what I see every time I look at your labeled ass.