My First

So, this is my first blogging post. Not quite sure what to put here so I'm just going to rant for a bit.

Right now, its awful early, I was supposed to get up early and start working out with one of my roommates, but he hasn't gotten up yet, which I'm kind of glad about because I am a lazy bastard. I just recently just quit smoking at the encouragement of that same roommate. He said that if I quit smoking cigarettes, that he would quit smoking pot. Well it's been over a week since I've had a smoke, and he didn't last a day without weed. He kept forgetting that he promised me that he would quit smoking the stuff. Not that I have anything wrong with it. I don't, in fact, I believe that it should be legal. I just don't like the stuff. I smoked it for many years, but just decided one day to quit. I become someone that I don't like when I smoke it.

But anyways, I am supposed to start working out this morning. I am not looking forward to it. I am a lazy bastard. I just want to look good naked, I just don't have the will power to do the work. That, and I love food. Ya know, the kind that is really unhealthy for you. Like the candy bars (Reese Fastbreaks are my favorite) and the McDonald's and the In'N'Out Burger with everything animal style. That place is so amazing. But if I am going to work out, what is the point of eating extremely unhelathy? It would be like working without a purpose. If I do start working out, I will need to kick my horrible eating habbits. I know, but I love food soo much. Speaking of which, I think I am going to make myself some breakfest. Cereal and toast. That sounds good.

GODDAMMIT!!! There are six fucking people that live in this house, and for some fucking reason I am the only person that washes the fucking dishes. Well fuck that shit. I refuse to wash them again, at least until someone else does them. If that means I don't have cereal this morning, fine. If it means I don't drink from a clean glass, fine. I don't fucking care. I am tired of living with slobs that don't clean after themselves. Granted, my room is a fucking mess, but that is my area. I don't have to impress anyone. but we have loads of friends that stop by from time to time. I am tired of being the only one to keep the common areas clean. Sure, I will keep my shit up in the game room, but I am refusing to clean after anyone else. For a time at least, and as far as the dishes are concerned, I will not do them again for awhile. Like I have said, I am the only one that does them. Well, Erin has done them in the past, but not in the last month or so.

Well, not all of my roommates are slobs. Gary is a very clean guy. He has gotten tired of cleaning up after the dirty ones too.

So I guess I will just be hungry for the time being. I shouldn't eat breakfast anyways. I will just be hungry all day long if I do.

Oh no, I think Gary is up. If that means what I think it means, I am probably going to have work out now. So have a good day everyone and I will let you know how the workout goes.