hellooooo

people! where are you....is everyone too busy being married, or hanging out with their GFs or BFs, or decorating their sweet new abodes. there have to be some crazy stories out there....some madness that you're just dying to tell us all about. or something small that you thought, "hmmm i should tell talblog about that."

i'll start...

i went to yoga last night....last week it kicked my ass and i was sore for three days. i love that. last night sucked. it wasn't as brutal as the week before so i felt lazy...not to mention i was next to "the moaner." this is the guy who has aaaaaaall his chakras aligned. he takes the "breathe deeply" a little too far. too far into my personal yoga mat space. i feel like i know how monica sellas' tennis opponents felt when she grunted all up and down the court. it's seriously distracting and highly unnecessary. i should have smacked him while in tree pose. right in the windpipe.

one of my coworkers (please see subject of #1 below)is trying to convince me to train for the LA Triathlon next september. he clearly has NO idea who i am. he tried to soften it up by suggesting that i first run the LA Marathon with him in March. uuuuuum 2.5 months to build up to 26.2 miles... can i be the one in the wheelchair? a motorized wheelchair, preferably. since he's fairly easy on the eyes, i'm thinking that some "training time" would help me figure out why he's so shady. i'm not one for office romances...so that idea is out (do you like how i assume that he's interested), but he would be a fun pet project. we'll see.

i love christmas and christmas music and i don't care that assholes around america want me to say "happy holidays" .... the american melting pot is taking political correctness a little too far. the property where i work is rather fancy and elaborate....i work in one of two unique buildings, in ritzy beverly hills. both buildings face each other. the fountains, lightposts, and pillars are all wrapped with garland, ribbon and pretty white lights...it looks so great, but the president of the opposing company declared...."it's too much, it looks gaudy." i wanted to slap him....(mainly b/c i helped approve the decor, after he had wickedly vetoed a brilliant christmas tree for the courtyard)...anyhoo, i hate scrooges.

okay, now write damnit!