My first post for 2004
An old girlfriend of mine once told me that I had intimacy problems. She was probably right. But when you think about it, I wouldn’t have intimacy problems if it weren’t for women in the first place, right?
That being said - In the face of life’s stressful or emotional situations:
Old Dave: Drink beer till said situation becomes less stressful or emotional
New Dave: Exercise until endorphins flood bloodstream making said situation less stressful or emotional
I guess it’s pretty cut and dry which one is better for me, eh? The only problem is, I’m still a bit out of shape and am running a moderate chance of injuring myself.
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Remember all that shit about the olives? Well, it’s still going on. I gone through several jars of olives since then. No insane binges where I’ve eaten an entire jar in an evening, but I’m still plowing through these things at a pretty good pace. What the fuck is my problem? Katie sees the empty jars and says nothing, but I feel her silently disapproving and judging me.
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