Even when I'm broke, if I'm in peak physical physique I can at least get laid with ease.
But right now, I'm broke, fat, and an unemployed alcoholic.
Zero redeeming qualities.
I should bottle my scent and sell it as pussy repellant.
No idea who would want to buy such a product, but I could corner the market.
Also I would buy that product.
I could toss a couple vials in a bar somewhere to drive them outside and hover overhead in a helicopter and wrangle the pussies with a net like the SeaWorld bros did in Blackfish.
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
So today was a half-success...
I had a huge backlog of tasks that I had been putting off. I did a bit of triage and put out a few of the bigger fires at least, and I'm proud of that. I also logged 5,000 steps (my per diem walking goal, at the very least), and my caloric and nutritional intake were on point for the most part.
But, I did end up start drinking later in the evening.
Overall, I'm calling it a win. A few night cap beverages aren't the worst thing in the world. Plus, I might have been aiming for too much all at once.
The important thing is tackling my backlogged todo list, and starting to build healthier nutritional and fitness goals, one small step at a time.
Also, got a few more text messages from the loafer requesting lodgings for the night, but am standing my ground because I need my uninterrupted beauty sleep.
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