So went to the gym this evening: only went for half an hour.
Went for an hour yesterday because of the pint of beer I had to have before leaving for the gym because there was some psycho weirdo guy in the bus shelter. I tried to be able to deal with him around, but when the bus came, I was too irritated to take it.
Like – I may see the gym as a sort of punishment. I would love to just stay in my apartment and drink beer all evening and watch stuff on the internet, but that would cause me to get even fatter, plus I’d feel guilty for drinking at home (because I have a ‘No Drinking Rule’ at home).
I remember the time I lived in that awesome house on Baycrest Avenue, I had had a couple beers at the local bar (which was on Avenue Rd…such a hoity toity place). Upon getting home I ended up spilling the beans and reaming out my female housemate for being a slut. LOL.
I had to move from that house because apparently the landlord said some of his extended family needed a place to live and they needed my bedroom. The neighbour next door said that wasn’t true. I didn’t question her because it would have incensed me. She probably heard the slut complain about me on her cell when she was out the side door smoking (within earshot of the neighbour’s backyard. It’s not like that wasn’t the only time we had an argument. I think another days before that we had an argument and the landlord was hiding somewhere and then he asked me why we weren’t getting along and I said it was because we weren’t having sex. Clarissa was horny all the time and coming onto me whenever she was around me, but I wasn’t into women at the time so i found it annoying.
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