Dude, i have a personal trainer! How fucking awesome is that? Quite. My very shallow self is going for muscles, and my very agreeable and friendly personal trainer is going to get me there. Dang though, those boxpresses don't have get me sweating. And hey, i got to buy clothes for training, they're all spandexy and wicking, whatever the hell that is. Pink and slate grey, very nice. And i have to wear pigtails for the sessions, otherwise my ponytail gets in the way of the thing i lie back on for weights. I look like quite the pr0ny school-girl. :s

Oooh, and observe the icons of loveliness that comes from iconbuffet.. There's a link on my homepage, go visit, get trading, and slowly lose your life to pixels. Yeesh.

Boxpresses, squats, barbell lifts and curls done:
3 sets
20 reps

Work is keeeeeeling me, i tells you, keeeeling me! In a good way (guess that makes me a masochist, but hey, we always suspected right? right), but still. Keeeeeling.

Meanwhile, i'm in love with a beast. A sweet, poetic, angstful beast with a beautiful snout and a cleft lip andomg nj abvfjgfa gfdsk aogragh. ::wails and collapses, dragging computer, mouse and keyboard down in flailing pile of electronics::

Sorry, it's the cleft lip that does it. Yegads. Bestiality bedamned, i'd jump Vincent.

Hours slept: 7
Icons made: 5
Candys eaten: 4

Down with the opressors, up with Snake Plissken! Or something.

I just used a Proxy server and a ZIP code from Minneapolis to convince sell.com i am in Minnesota, mwahahaha! I hate their stupid policy of not letting UK'ers sign on, especially when there is a seller offering something shipped internationally. So i tricked them and registered anyway. Ha ha ha, i say. My mum asked if this meant the police will be around, but i said no, it meant the police would go to Minnesota and get pissed off. :P

Hours slept: 13
Sodas drunk: 1
Candys eaten: 2