I'm So Tired Of Losing My Man Card...

Since I work for College of Charleston, I get to use the gym facilities for free. I go during my lunch break since it's right next door to my office. The only drawback is that there aren't any showers on site so I come back to the office sweaty. That's no fun because a) I still have to work and b) I make a giant sweaty heart on my chest every time and everyone finds it necessary to point it out. While nothing can really be done about the heart shaped awesomeness, the girls that I work with told me about a sure fire way to de-funkify myself....baby wipes. So picture me in my office pulling the wet wipes out of the tube and rubbing them everywhere. I must admit its refreshing but dammit they stink and they make my office stink and up my creepiness factor. So to recap, I grew a mustache, drank water from the crotch of an angelic statue, and work in an office smelling of eau de moist toilette. I'm officially creepy.

Sunday night was the final episode of Lost. The show got me good. The next day I was sad since I've been watching it for six years and now its gone. Really weird feeling. I was talking about it with my buddy Michael O'boyle and he agreed. That show is powerful and kind of how he and I got to know each other. We worked in the same place for a short time but would talk all about the show and throw different ideas off of each other. Very cool way to build a friendship. Now the show is gone and I am facing some rather severe consequences. By that I mean one consequence and by that one consequence I mean Glee. I no longer have an excuse not to watch that damn show with Kristen anymore. I hate that show. I hate that show because it is catchy. I hate that show because now I think I'm becoming a fan of Lady Gaga. The song Bad Romance was on the show last night and it stayed in my head all day long. I'm pretty sure I didn't sing it out loud but I'm not 100% positive and that scares me. I don't want to be a performance artist but it might be unavoidable.

Since I watched Glee, Kristen agreed to a man movie tonight. That man movie was Macgruber. Go see this. We both laughed till we cried. Probably the stupidest movie I've ever seen but it was stupid smart and therefore actually funny...really funny. I want a mullet to go with my baby wiping, crotch sipping, mustachioed ass. Hell yes! (first and only time I'll ever use an exclamation point on this page)