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i miss my cookies…

By on July 31, 2008 in going to hell in a handbasket

Ok, so for the umpteenth time I’ve started up this workout/ better living regiment thingy of mine. This time around in addition to eating healthier, I’ve committed to jogging from my apartment on 169th Street to the gym on 145th and then doing weights/ ab work to battle the buddha belly. And while in theory, there’s this huge sense of accomplishment everytime I actually succeed at this feat, the reality is a lot less thrilling. To put it nicely, I feel like crap.

My body is all achy. My skin feels extra tight and my stoopid sports bra hurts my right shoulder like a bee-yatch. It’s gotten to the point I can barely walk the dog around the block. And lord have mercy, I’m so tired. It’s all I can do to stay awake surign the workday. And for those that’ve called around 1.30p, I’m prob not awake. But I think that worse part is that I’m cranky as I don’t know what. All this damn excercise does not make me half as happy as a a bag of Chips Ahoy Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Let’s keep it real- the ONLY thing stopping me from quitting is that I’m too damn cheap to buy a whole new wardrobe. Cuteness kills.

it’s never that hot…

By on July 31, 2008 in made for the maury show

We are offically living in the end of days…
So apparently there’s a chlorine resistant parasite that’s contaminating water parks and pools nationwide. It’s called cryptosporidium, aka crypto. It can make you sick for up to two weeks with nausea, vomiting, headaches, stomach cramps and diarrhea. But wait on it… the parasite lives in fecal matter. Which means the water is being contaminated by babies pooping in the pool, people not properly wiping their butts after taking a dump and kids with diarrhea getting into the water. EEEEEEWWWWWWWAAAA!!!!!!

Check out the tips that the CDC recommends to reduce contamination:

Tips for All Swimmers
1. Don’t swim when you have diarrhea.
2. Don’t swallow pool water.
3. Shower before swimming and wash your hands after using the toilet or changing diapers.
Tips for Parents
1. Take kids on bathroom breaks or check diapers often.
2. Change diapers in a bathroom and not poolside.
3. Wash children thoroughly, especially near the rear end, with soap and water before swimming.

I have always been a little squemish when I see a kid or worse a baby swimming in a pool. But this is like a straight, ‘what’s grosser than gross’ joke.
Read it for yourself:
http://news.aol.com/health/article/pools-and-water-parks-battle-parasite/109851?icid=200100397x1206841344x1200352618

so much for that bright idea…

By on July 29, 2008 in made for the maury show

One of my many dreams is to own a beautiful, spacious three bedroom condo on warm-weathered waterfront property. I’ve been reluctant to narrow it down to a specific city because I like the two front runners-Florida and Claifornia-almost equally. But after today’s earthquake…. Um not so much. 5.4 magnitude? No maam, you can keep that. I got enough crap to worry about…

Like the AIDS rate among African-Americans rivaling that of certain African COUNTRIES. What in the world?? According to a new report released today and reported on by CNN; “if black Americans made up their own country, it would rank above Ethiopia (420,000 to 1,300,000) and below Ivory Coast (750,000) in HIV population. Both Ethiopia and the Ivory Coast are among the 15 nations receiving funds from the President’s Emergency Plan For Aids Relief.” Are you serious?
The report goes on to highlight a 24 year-old woman who contracted AIDS at the age of 19. She said she contracted the virus the one time she had unprotected sex with her boyfriend. They were in a monogamous relationship. I. Can’t.

Please read the article for yourself and then go buy that economy pack of condoms. ‘Cause the way things are going, folks are really going to have to start doubling up:

i’m a worthless blogger…

By on July 28, 2008 in tapped out

I can’t believe it’s been damn near a week since the last post. And no, I don’t even have a good vacay to blame it on this time. Basically, I’ve been running around like a chicken without a head since last Thursday: Getting my apartment together (Yes, I mopped that damn kitchen), watching George Michael in concert (the world’s biggest coming-out-the-closet tour), shopping with Elsa (nothing better than a day at Target with your mom), kicking it with friends I haven’t seen in weeks (I missed my Sharae), spending money I don’t have (what recession?) and procrastinating on work that I should’ve been done (I will finish this godforsaken article on Robin Thicke before I pick my aunt up at the airport tomorrow).

Why is twenty-four hours never enough?

maybe i’ll eat in the bathroom…

By on July 23, 2008 in going to hell in a handbasket

Omigod, I hate housecleaning. It is seriously, the bain of my existence. Perhaps the only room in the apartment that I don’t mind cleaning is my bathroom. And that’s only because the upstairs neighbor’s illegal washing machine hook-up occasionally backs up their dirty laundry water in my tub. So just to be safe, I clean my tub at least every three days. (And it’s like, if I’m gonna do the tub; I might as well do the toilet, sink, mirror and floors. Right?)

Anyhoo, I removed everything from my kitchen OVER a week ago under the guise of mopping the floor. You know that floor still hasn’t been cleaned? Aargh. Two huge bags of dog food, a tall trash can, broom, mop and bucket are now cluttering up my entrace hallway. It’s crazy.
Normally, Drama sleeps by the front door during the day. I swear she’s been giving me nothing but side-eye ever since I put all the crap in her chill out area.
Can you imagine? Not only do I feel guilty for being lazy, I’m also getting attitude from my dog. I can’t…

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