It is not a good idea to borrow a book from an acquaintance you don’t particularly like just because you like the title. You’re not likely to actually enjoy his choice of Russian conspiracy literature, but you’ll still have to finish it so he doesn’t mock you. The mocking being the reason you don’t particularly like him. That, and his homophobic, closed-minded rants that kill your insides little by little, every day.

You know you should never complain again when you find yourself complaining that you haven’t had time to catch up on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and The Bachelor. Besides, The Challenge is back on and that’s way more important.

There’s this candy dish at work. It is the bane of my existence, because it’s located right next to my desk. The guy who keeps it stocked was given approval to start working from home, so the candy stopped being refilled. I was excited, and thought maybe I would lose a few pounds. Then, people started wandering over to the candy dish looking all forlorn without their daily sugar fix, and I felt bad. I’m a people pleaser, so I went out and restocked the damn candy dish. I also stocked it with top notch shit – Dove chocolate and Twix bars (okay, that’s not top notch, but it’s good) – which means I’m probably going to hit the dish even more often than I used to. I have no one to blame here, but myself.

The not weighing myself every day thing is going pretty well. Or at least it was, until today, when I stepped on it before I was fully awake and saw that I’ve gone up quite a bit since last week. I wonder why?

Because I spend the majority of my day on the Internet, or watching TV, or watching Netflix on my phone – I’ve instituted a mandatory ten minutes of both (non-blog, non-Internet) reading and (non-blog) writing at least 5 days per week. Once I get into a routine with this, I hope to increase the time for both, but I have to start small. To start out, I’m using this site to give me prompts for free writing, but hopefully I’ll gain enough discipline to actually write something I’d like someone to read someday.

Mr. T and his friends signed up for some sort of online workout video game type thing and of course I had to jump on board. I’m on Level 6!

I got a free burger from Bgr Shack for my birthday. I guess I need to stop ordering my burgers “medium well” because it was charred to a crisp and tasted like burning. I can deal with pink in the middle of a steak, but pink in the middle of a burger just freaks me out. Eating raw hamburger meat is gross, y’all. I don’t feel it’s too much to ask for a fully-cooked burger that isn’t crusted with a thick layer of ash. The employees were incredibly nice though, so I’ll go back and try again.

I only cursed one time in this post. Progress?