  on account of my gorging on pizza and ice cream last night, i have resolved to begin exercising. i went to the gym at my apartment complex. it was empty and i rode the stationary bike while watching cnn from a monitor dangling from the ceiling. since i haven't exercised at length for some time, i couldn't go very long on the bicycle, so i switched the treadmill to build my stamina...and i was still able to watch cnn from the monitor hanging from the ceiling. none of this is very interesting, i know. but it is what i did last night, so i might as well tell someone.
i really wish more people would leave me comments. even if they are mean comments. urlLink She told me it wasn't really my tattoo that itched, but the stubbly little hairs that were growing in from the shaving that was done prior the the tattooing. dammit, she was right. she tends to be right, most of the time. but, lest her head get any bigger than it already is, i won't say any more about her "right-ness. " ob-la-di ob-la-da. 
