Insanity is a dish best served microwaved

I haven’t been writing for a while.  However, as most people think, it’s not Jen’s fault.  I have actually been working a ton.  Last week corporate (i.e. the suits) were in town helping me out with Grad Fairs.  I actually really like all of them quite a bit.  These people in particular are some of my favorite in the company… however, they are still the suits.  My style in life is that of semi professional.  I could never make in life wearing a suit to work everyday.  One, I would hate it (although I’m not saying I wouldn’t look good).  Secondly, the minute I opened my mouth people would realize that I am not one to be in a suit ever.  I’m way too casual and friendly to be talking down at you from a tailored suit.  I would rather mock you in my dockers.

I really don’t like old people… in the gym.  Thanks to my adventures with Jake on Sunday, I had to workout twice on Tuesday to keep up with my schedule.  It really sucks since I don’t normally work out on Tuesdays at all.  I drove over to the gym (another annoying thing to do, but it was pouring) and started my workout.  I know I have ranted about this numerous times, so what’s one more time,  but they really fuck up my world.  First off, going to the gym is a social event for them before the Price is Right.  For me, it’s my downtime or a way to get me focused for the day.  When I was done with my weights, I went to find a treadmill.  Now keeping in mind that it is raining outside, there weren’t any available up front.  So, I got banished to the back of the gym with the REALLY old people.    I’m talking about people with bottles of oxygen strapped to them.  Here I am moving at under seven minutes a mile and they are taking seventy to get a mile.  God I hope I don’t get to that point.

I think I’m also banned from hanging out with my friend Jake I believe.  For the last two Sundays I have been going to Jake’s for football.  Last weekend, I had a blast.  I was drunk by noon and proceeded to tell Jen.  She also came over to hang because she has know Jake and his family longer than me and hadn’t seen Jake’s dad in a while.  I was also so drunk that I sang Karaoke which I never do.  But all in all, not a bad drunk, more of a happy drunk.  I rode my bike home and was functional the rest of the day.  This weekend, not so much.  Jen even sent me with a list of rules for Jake in a humorous way.  Of course we followed none of them.  The sad result is that I got way too drunk, passed out at 5p,and was a wasteland until Monday afternoon.  I swore off drinking again after drinking half a jar of pickle juice at 1:30 in the morning.  Which as gross as it sounds, really does work.

People that ruin books by turning them into movies should be shot.  Jake and I went to see “I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell” on Monday as well.  I’ve been anxiously awaiting this movie’s arrival into Chico.  The book is a great guy book.  The guy is a complete asshole with no moral compass what so ever.  His stories are outlandish and crude and part of me wishes I could be like him without the jerkiness.  Well anyway, my expectations were pretty high considering he produced and help write the movie.  It was a tragedy among no other. The book about what a prick he is and how he uses and discards women became a chick flick.  Now, I’m not against chick flicks in any way… see 500 days of Summer… but when you are ready to have some male bonding time laughing at a jerk, it’s definitely a let down.    I was verbally assaulting the movie before it was over. Thank goodness there were only 15 people in the theater… not many people had to suffer from it.  Tucker Max, you should be ashamed.