Protein Shakes. No… Not Those Kind.
Sitting at my computer and staring off into space as I am wont to do, I realized that I have had a full container of protein powder for the last 2 years. I never did get around to actually doing enough of anything to justify using it. I used to get a kick out of how lethargic it made me though. It’s like you swallowed half a dozen cow testicles (clearly those are heavy… I mean, you know they are… right?) and they are weighing you down via your stomach.
My soda/dunkin donuts/water bottle tower is rapidly becoming (as with everything else in my room) obscenely tall (wait, everything in my room is becoming obscene, not necessarily tall… it’s good that I can clarify in these unnecessarily obfuscated parenthetical side-notes!). The pecking order is unsurprisingly dominated by the lone White Castle cup at the top, stacked upon the Dunkin Donuts cups of varying sizes (mostly for stability, although the biggest one is next to the top), which are all surrounded by a “moat” of half-empty water bottles and soda cans.
The fact that I continue to reach around the can-castle should disgust me. It should.
I’m trying to update the blog a little bit in the future, adding such things as the little widgets that are going to start filling up the sidebar. Not to worry kiddies, the quotes are never going to move. The sidebar is destined to be my ticket into hell. Because that’s where all the cool kids are going.
