random thoughts after the lunch hour

Hello – I obviously haven't been in the mood to write lately, but the good old blog has been gathering a lot of cobwebs so I'll try to rattle off a few thoughts.

There's some crazy shizz going on outside my office building right now. Lots and lots of fire trucks and cop cars and even dudes in Hazmat suits. Rumor is that someone received a suspicious letter/package on the 27th floor.
So lame.
Anthrax is so 2001.

I had forgotten how a hot, crazy, hardcore sex session can work your muscles like nothing else. I work out three times a week and after having sex all Saturday night my legs are so outrageously sore I can barely walk.
Heh heh.
Of course I'm not expecting any pity here.
But I can't help but wonder…if I had a boyfriend who was as good at sex as this guy would I have the most unbelievably buff legs EVER??
I'm going to keep almost every detail of this little rendezvous totally secret, but I just have to spill one little tidbit. Guess who it was with? The guy who heard me baby-talking to my cat! Ha – score one for pet baby-talkers everywhere!!!

I'm digging fall so much, but it always seems to be gorgeous during the week and then cold on the weekends. Like every weekend for the past month. It's bullshit.
Although yesterday actually turned out to be pretty nice, and I sat outside the REI Starbucks and drank green tea and massaged my sore legs and kept watch for hot bicycle riders' asses in tight stretchy shorts.
I'm driving home on Friday for a long weekend, and I'm excited to see diverse foliage. All the leaves here just turn gold.

Well, fall TV has begun and so far everything is pretty good. I watched The Amazing Race and Desperate Housewives last night and they were entertaining. Last week I watched Studio 60 and really liked it a lot. Even though I always violently hated Matthew Perry on Friends I liked him in this show. I think Survivor has been totally lame so far – and that has nothing to do with the whole race thing. It's just boring. I purposely stayed at home last Wednesday instead of going to meet a bud for a drink, only to have Bravo air repeats of Project Runway.
For shame Project Runway.
For shame.

Has anyone else seen any other must-see TV shows?

There's a chance I might get to attend some sort of an early preview breakfast at the new Denver Art Museum tomorrow. A coworker of mine is a member and if her friend has to go to jury duty, I'm in! Otherwise I'll have to wait until October 7th like everyone else to check it out.
And I really do prefer to get special treatment.

addiction and annoying gym couples

I'm addicted to watching T.V. shows on DVD. I spend a lot of time thinking about my beloved shows and exactly when I'll have the chance to watch another episode. Sometimes I'll be out partying with my friends and I'll excuse myself early in the evening because I can hear the siren song of my stories. Currently, I feel the most stress when I can't get my fix because some asshole has checked out the DVD I need. At the moment I'm watching Project Runway – Season Two, and I just finished up the second season of Nip/Tuck.
Brilliant!
But I haven't been able to get my hands on season three of Nip/Tuck or discs three and four of Project Runway. I even signed up for Blockbuster online in an attempt to expedite the whole process.
OK – so in my queue I put the first two discs of Nip/Tuck, In Her Shoes (totally, totally gay, but so satisfying – any movie that opens with "Stupid Girl" and stars Shirley McLaine is an instant classic in my book) and Lemony Snicket (beautifully shot, but lame - Jim Carrey ruined the whole thing. If I wanted to see Ace Ventura all over again I'd have rented that instead). You can only have three movies at a time so of course what did they send me? The two movies and DISC TWO of Nip/Tuck.
Huh? I mean, I'm sure it's all automated, but WTF??
So now I'm in hell because I'm sitting on disc two, but I can't watch it because I have to watch the first three episodes first.
Honestly – Blockbuster online is the most heinous villain since Hitler.

On another topic - I can finally say - with all humbleness - that my semi-obsessive gym attendance appears to FINALLY be paying off. I had decided a year ago to seriously up my cardio and also to make a half-assed attempt at cutting down on shitty foods and alcohol. And I actually have lost ten pounds since last fall, although when I look at myself naked in the mirror it's hard for me to tell if my body has visibly changed. The one place I can definitely tell I've lost weight is in my face (unfortunately, double chins and love handles appear to be part of my genetic code).
I figure if I can lose about another five pounds I can be satisfied with myself. After all, there's got to be a little something to grab onto, right??
I mean, if I were straight – god forbid - I'd probably be married with three kids and topping 215 pounds at this point in my life.

I was at the gym on Sunday afternoon and the cutest fucking couple I've ever seen in t-shirts and spandex sauntered in. They were both gorgeous and had 1% body fat and were perfectly coiffed and had asses of steel. I was seriously mesmerized by the guy's perfect ass and calves and the girl's rock-hard boobs. If they're not having the hottest sex ever, there is something seriously wrong with them.
But of course they had to be douchebags. Nobody that beautiful can possibly be cool. I almost had a stroke when the guy would take a break from his weight lifting to walk up to the girl doing her elliptical and give her a little kiss. You've got to be fucking kidding me, right? I made a disgusted sound, but every sound coming out of my mouth probably sounds disgusting when I'm working out, and they didn't notice. And what were they watching on T.V. (cranked to an ear-splitting level, of course)? Animal Planet. Freaks. They thought it was just so cute and kept laughing and laughing at the antics of the little wolves, or whatever they were. And then when I looked over at the T.V. I saw a big wolf dragging an antelope carcass across the prairie.
Jesus. I made a disgusted sound. The beautiful people didn't notice.

Why am I so disgusted by people in love? Why do I want to run them down with my Camry? It's got to just be one of those things - like how you hate small children until you have one or how you want to gouge out your eyes every time you see a pair of Crocs until you actually wear them.
Just kidding. I will never wear a pair of Crocs.

All right - here is one more little random weekend story. P. had about ten gay boys over to his new condo on Saturday evening to check it out. I had met everybody there before except for one guy who showed up around 9:00. And I definitely thought he was the cutest. He was kind of a slender guy with black hair and funky glasses and an amazing smile. He also had a cool belt. We were talking for about a half hour and I really kind of started to have the feelings for him, and then I made the mistake of asking him what year he was born.
1987.
Yep – 1987.
In 1987 I was twelve.
I'm sorry, but I just don't think I can justify screwing around with someone who's barely legal…can I? And just to make it a little more difficult I found out from one of my buds that this kid thinks I'm cute. Blimey!
I can't do it. I just can't.
But, of course, now I'm obsessed with it.