What the hell is it about Monday that makes me want to punch senile old men and rip my cuticles off? Every time I think about how much I detest the beginning of the week I picture a random screenshot from The Breakfast Club in which someone has scribbled "I hate Mondays" on a locker in black marker. I grew up watching that movie and really not understanding what was so bad about the misfit day. Well, that ignorance has been permanently shattered, because I don't remember the last time in my adult life where a Monday was fanfuckingtastic!!
/Rant
So, its Tuesday, I'm feeling great. I forced myself to the gym last night just because the post-holiday bulge is weighing heavy on my middle and my mind. Combine Mom's great baking skills and my new found relationship with a food inhaler/non-gainer (aka a MAN) and I've racked up an easy 10 pounds since November. Its a tad disheartening, but only really pushes me to look awesome for summer and my b-day. Thus, I will tackle my Groupon I bought back in October) for a bootcamp class, and sweat my ass off this evening. Should be awesomely awful.
I also invested in a camera over the holiday, so I think its about time I step up my preemy blog skills and start posting those too. We shall see!
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