todays post is about working out.

i just know theres got to be some perv girls out there that stare at guys butts just as much as we stare at theirs.

in fact, all the gym is is 2 hours of butt-staring and sweating.

which is pretty much what could happen during sex.

butt-staring aside, i have tiny forearms. i wish i had massive popeye forearms that knock over tables as i walk by. but i bet if i had them i'd wish i had computer nerd forearms.

forearms are my "fore"-most concern. with abs at a close second. i have good abs some mornings. other times i have a ramen belly.

my workouts are intense, sweat dripping ordeals in which afterwards every inch of my body feels like a concrete flatener rolled over them.

i'm a traditionalist. i choose to run rather than do the gay stairmasters or rolling crosstrainermasters or crapmasters or whatever. if i'm feeling saucy i'll to the bike.

a lot of my workout is a battle against my own wieght. i do pull ups, push ups, butt ups, and dick ups. errr um, nvm.

i try to do isometrics. thats when your muscles work against themselves. for example, push one palm of your hand against the other. these are the only worthwhile excercises to do in outer space, btw. when in rome, do what the astronauts do.