Come and getcha some!

The caffeine running in my blood stream is alerting me to the fact that today is definitely a Monday! I swear sometimes, I wish I were a celebutante! Then all I would have to do is show up to a mediocre Hollywood event, dressed in something totally slutty (that 10 year old girls will try to mock), shake my ass for the camera (which 10 year old girls will try to mock) and collect my 23 million dollar fee for showing up for the publicity photo's. The life of an heiress must be the bomb! I love Paris Hilton...even though I think she is totally obtuse and completely whorish. She's not even pretty and she has no hip's, but she's uber fabulous!

The life of a better than ordinary gay man with not so deep pockets is subtle so far. I came to a realization that living with someone is not really what I want right now. I had mentioned that in an earlier post and I have solidified that idea in my head. I need my own space. I need to be able to walk around my living environment with nothing on but a smile. I need a place to call my own and to have company over when I want. Plus, bringing a man back to my place is always more appealing than having to bring someone back to where I am living...it's like "okay man, come on back to my bedroom...it's cool!" I have this really small room and six years of crap. stuffed in it. I truly am a bottom....I can fit a large amount of things (ha, ha) into a very tiny space!

I have planned on joining another gym. The satisfaction of getting my butt into a nice jock strap is my motivating factor. I have always hated the way my love handles purge over the waistband of a nice jock strap or a thong. I have this horrible fetish for men's underwear and I want to look like the models in International mail. Of course, the only way that is ever going to happen is if someone staples the picture of the model to my forehead. Maybe I will Photoshop my image on to a really nice body to see how I could look. I bought some new running shoes and I will see how quickly I take to them. Running hasn't always been my specialty, but I have lost a lot of weight in the past by incorporating jogging into my lifestyle. If I had a giant dog chasing me all of the time, I am sure I would be out there doing what I needed.

Today is a busy freaking day so I must end this and focus on the things I need to get done. Even with that thought in my head my fingers piece together to form a makeshift "W" indicating my strong desire to be here and the lack of enthusiasm I have for my job. Today is another day that construction workers are doing work in our office...I lust after a few of them. One of them in particular would be a whole hell of a lot of fun!

Peace!