I think my left thigh is getting bigger than my right thigh…I’m a goofy-footed snowboarder, which means most of my weight is supported by my left leg, so it’s kind of hard to strike a balanced workout. It’s entirely possible that I’m imagining this Akira affect, but I’d just like to point it out anyways. The good thing is, this might offset my amazing bulging programmer’s right mouse arm.
Yesterday, a gay coworker of mine stopped by my cube and handed me a coupon and asked me, “Do you think you could use this? Because I most certainly can’t.” I looked at the card and it’s a Victoria Secret coupon for a free panty and bra discount. I thanked him. He looked a little distraught by it and said, “I don’t know why they keep sending me this stuff!?” I asked him, “Maybe your partner is doing the boyfriend thing where they subscribe to their catalog with their significant other’s name?” It’s possible that his boyfriend is having some strange nervous hetero male tick, but he didn’t seem to think so. Oh, and for you men out there that subscribe to VS with their girlfriends’ info, we’re onto you. We know VS didn’t get our address by reading tea leaves.
Know what could turn a perfectly sweet and thoughtful guy to an evil asshole? Take them out of their comfort zone. Hurt them. My buddy JC is one of the sweetest guy I know of. Last night, as we were leaving karate class, he had this evil grin on his face and said, “I’m so happy someone else got to experience Sensei’s sadistic push-up routine.” I thanked him for sharing his pain with me. Bastard! Ugh, right now, I can’t tell if I feel like someone punched me squarely in the back, or if I need someone to punch me in the back.