06-09-00
This woman at work asked me what I planned to do with the rest of the day, and when I told her I planned to go to the gym, she said, "You work out? Hmm, you just don't really seem like the type to be concerned about 'that sort of thing.'"
What the hell does that mean? I'm too busy primping to care about my physical well being or something? For criminy's sake, being buff is the ultimate primping technique! Nice hair, nice ass, ooh, and check out those abs of steel!
Working out makes me happy. People who appreciate my genius make me positively happy. White chocolate chunk macadamia nut cookies the size of my head make me sublimely happy. New shoes that don't pinch my toes or give me icky blisters make me exceptionally happy. You know what else makes me super duper happy? Chortling gleefully at Dexter's father brawling with a squirrel over a plate of muffins (on Dexter's Laboratory, a cartoon). Which got me thinking, besides pornography, which a lot of you seem to be inordinately fond of, what else makes you happy? I want to know.
Tell me tell me tell me tell me!
