See.

A Trick is tolerant. TOLERANT.
But to a degree. I have tolerated family, coworkers who thought they knew every damn thang (and it was painfully obviously they didn't know their assholes from a set of tires), my mate, my own shortcomings and potential faults.

*pause*


However. There comes a point when I really want to ask WHY you want to be my friend on Fa.ce.bo.ok when:

1) we weren't friends in grade/middle/jr. high/high school.
2) you are a family member I have told to 'suck nuts' several times and aint afraid or shame to say it again.


and my personal favorite

3) you are a friend of a friend that saw my picture and thought I was cute (who over the age of 28 says CUTE to describe someone GROWN???) so you got your 'Five Heartbeats' ass all up in my inbox wanting to talk.


*pause*

1) Ignore.
2) Ignore.
3) Ignore.

A dreary Wednesday...

One thing that I've noticed is ...... when I'm on vacation, I can't remember which day it is.
Today, for instance, does not 'feel' like a Wednesday. I wonder if this happens to anyone else.

I'm sore as all hell and damnation after my workout yesterday. And a Trick has to go back tomorrow. This new phase of my life is gonna break my ass down for real. Working out? No soda? No caffeine? No.... ... uh.... fun stuff?

Going to the gym and being out of shape? FAIL.

Here we go:

I have decided to take back my health. It had gotten to a point with PMDD and migraines and insomnia and a partridge in a pear tree, that I got FED.UP.

So on Saturday, December 26th, I stopped pain meds, head meds and caffeine.
L.O.R.D. J.E.S.U.S. T.O.D.A.Y.

Today was my first day back at the gym in nearly 8 months. The last time I was there, I hadn't been in nearly a year. I got wore down, beat up, told straight up that I was in bad shape.
I needed the wakeup call from someone else and I got it.

I know I'll be hurting tomorrow. We gonna have to epson salt and green alcohol ourselves.