He likes the new sofa.


Where's the kitten?


She always lays here for some reason, right by the speakers. Little weirdo.


I know I'm lame and don't watch movies until like, years after they come out, but I am home alone at 2:30 AM watching Hostel and it's freaking me out. To distract myself I am also cleaning and doing laundry and typing, it's working for now. I'm such a pussy.
So, what's new. Um. J and I went to the gym last night around two in the morning, and we see this guy standing next to his bicycle kinda staring at the ground and rocking back and forth, and I notice he's not wearing gloves and it's 30 degrees out and the whole thing is pretty weird, and if I would have been alone I would not have gotten out of the car. So, we get out and hear him talking/singing to himself in a strange cartoonish creepy voice, still rocking back and forth and staring at the ground and I wanted to call the cops, but didn't. So, we go in and I'm on the treadmill and I see a state cop roll up and I guess he talked to the guy, and then LEFT. This guy was obviously mentally ill, but the cop sure as hell didn't care.
I know this shit goes on all over the world in cities and all that, but I live in a town where this stuff just doesn't happen. I mean, hang out where ever you want dude, just not in front of my gym where I go in the middle of the night because you scare me a little, and I also feel bad for you.
I've been eating perfectly and working out everyday, and I feel like I got ran over by a tractor or something equally heavy because I'm so sore, but I've lost 4 lbs since Wednesday so that is a good thing.