So I am just recovering from what people call a "summer cold". Uhhh, what?! That shit is too contradictory, even for me. I can go all winter getting only one tiny cold, but as soon as it gets nice out my throat feels like it is a bed of hot coals and may close completely at any second, and my entire body aches. As far as I am concerned, there is no worse feeling than having an aching body without doing any kind of physical activity. It is almost enough to make me want to be active - until I remember what that involves: getting off the internet, putting on something other than terribly matched plaid and horizontal stripped shirts with obnoxiously colorful/dirty worn out shoes that are hardly suitable for walking, let alone exercising.

Then I recall the one and only experience I have at a gym as an actual member. I got a membership at LA Fitness not long after new years, not as a New Year's Resolution, but just because that happened to be when I had the money/motivation to go in and do the minor paper work involved. I didn't go for the first week, but then decided to go to a spin class with my friend Ashley, who I had made a deal with to be exercise partners with. Now, for someone who has played some sports before in the past, from community league soccer ( I quit T-ball after they took the tee away) to JV Tennis (my sophomore year of HS to keep me 'out of trouble'), I was no where near mentally prepared for a spin class. Me and Ashley are stretching for a bit before the class starts, and I am busy observing the other people who would be cycling. So far, no indication I am out of my league. In fact, there are a few people I am sure were over the age of 65; I could totally do this.

We get settled on cycles, doing a little warm up stuff, so far so good. Just like riding a bike, eh? Well, then the music starts bumping and the lady from behind the front counter (who happens to be more than a little intimidating and VERY intense) grabs the bike meant for the leader/instructor person. She tells us to put the resistance of the bikes at 90 degrees and to "Go, go, go! You can do it guys, Just thirty more second then we'll lower it to 45!".

Uhhhh, WHAT?! Thirty second?! 90 degrees?! No, I can not even move the pedals at 90 degrees. But I am not going to punk out in the first thirty second. It was only a half hour class right? Wrong. Ashley told me half way through it was 45 minutes. That was a lie too!! The shit was one hour long, and it only got worse. We were going from sitting, to standing, to pedaling as hard as we can, to "taking it easy" (which is hard to do when the whole time you have been gasping for air from the get go). By the end I was simply sitting on my bike, no resistance, but pedaling, trying to keep from throwing up. The 65 year old next to me was still going strong, and apparently didn't want the class to end.

Lesson learned: Exercise is actually bad for you. Especially cycling.

Needless to say I did not return to LA Fitness. Ever. To this day. I get shivers thinking about it.

Now, after hopefully not overdosing on Ricola and ice cream, I bid you ado. Adue? Ahh-dooh. Pfft, the French.

"I think we're going crazy. Her left eye is lazy. She looks so Israeli. Nicotine and Gravy." -Beck

The Grand Hookah

So tonight I left Cosmics around 10:00 because Freddy is closing wednesday and I do not feel like working tonight.

I stopped by the DQ and had a fantastic chat with Julia - that bitch is funny as hell. Turns out her sister and my brother are friends and she saw him at a party the other day. It is so weird, all the connections there are between my brother's class and mine. The Spencers, Cohens, Sporers trifecta!

After getting a terrified look from the boy who works there that I thought was interested (but was not) I thought it best that I head out. I met up with Rob and a few of the other folks from Cosmics at Grand Hookah. Basically, I am in love with this place. Not only is it open late as hell on the weekends, but there is free wi-fi, and you can smoke INSIDE. For someone from my generation that is such a rare thing - smoking inside. Although there is no food to buy or anything, still worth the money and fun you have.

They play a lot of Lil Wayne here, which means Claire will LOVE it.

I have decided I REALLY need to not pursue a relationship until I have at least two years sober. Nothing has gone well with any attempts or opportunities that have come up so far, and I am sick of putting effort into it. Someone will come along eventually, and when they do I will be optimally available for them. It isn't fair for anyone to deal with my Bullshit thinking. Right now, I am lacking any kind of conscious contact and it is not good.

Rob wants to play dominos! Stay fly, folks.

"But ya know it aint trickin if you got it" -Weezy F. Baby