Being Scotty 2 Hotty
A Day as Scotty 2 Hotty
As I wake up on this Wednesday morning, I have to wake up earlier because I have some golfing after work. I'm going to win, OHHHH YEAH! GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?! HUMMMMPPPP DAAAAYYYY! Yeah! I must hurry up and not just lie down on my bed because TW will use the bathroom at precisely at 7, just like every day during the week. It's ridiculous how he fast he is out to work after waking up; he needs to slow it down and take his time. I look in the mirror and as with everyday, I look simply amazing (I need to shave). Life doesn't get much better than this! (But I'll say "I hate my life" randomly sometime today) After I shower and get dressed, I pack my wonderful homemade lunch and my daily frozen breakfast sandwich. Well, time for work!
Work. You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France? A Royale with Cheese.
It's raining so there's no golf! It's good because I'm never playing golf ever again; that's the sixtieth time I said that this week. I'll go home and then it's gym o'clock, oh yes. TW is always at the apartment but it's nice to have the door unlocked when I walk in. The clock says it's 4:31; it's basically 5 but I'll leave at 5. I love watching How I Met Your Mother but Seinfeld is a much more superior show. As with any other day, TW for some unknown reason screams "Shut Up!" randomly; in which I have to respond with the same thing. It's 6:33, I'll just go work out now; Gym O'Clock!
It was a low exercise day: ran eight miles, biked 30 miles, benched 300 pounds, swatted (you don't even want to know how much), and worked out the v muscles (oh yes). Now to cook dinner, some pasta and chicken! What to snack on... Pretzels or chips and salsa... "Damn it Tom!" I had absolutely no reason to scream it. The Tigers lost but no surprise; all my teams suck; I quit watching sports.
Damn it Tom! Speaking of Tom, I'm going to Dash! I love the Dash In, so many beers to choose from! I don't expect this night to be anything like June of last year but I must respect the Leeroy Theory; I have learned it the hard way. Damn it Tom! Too bad it's not Thursday; I love singing karaoke (my specialty, Hero by Enrique) with my spectacular voice (compared my roommates). It's been a great night hanging out with the fellas but it's hours past my bed time. Damn it Tom!
As I was about to fall asleep, those two fools start talking and Leeroy can't stop laughing about something! I'm so glad I'm moving! (this room is so small!) When do these guys ever sleep?! Sleeping in the rain must be one of my favorite things in life. Good night, Cathy.
P.S. It was great being roommates.