back into the groove..
can't really talk much about workouts... it's getting tiring "logging" everything here.
one thing i can tell you though, i'm getting there... my goal..
kinda crazy when i look at myself in the mirror... i am BIG!
not FAT BIG... MUSCLED baby.. not freakish BIG, though..
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another invites down the drain...
i ain't hanging out on weekdays, got that?!?
yeah, this one is a real good deal.. free dinner and drinks.. on the house baby!
but NO, thanks.
RAJ and the rest of the sales crew are going courtesy of some bank who kissed their asses... you know, kinda bribe them to corner those juicy financing deal instead of the competition.. that's the way this folks roll.
reality check.
speaking of RAJ, this dude actually relishes being notorious.. he likes it a lot if he's being called a Playboy or a Man-Whore... in fact, he'd smile ear-to-ear if you call him a Fucker.. it's like every pussy, err, i mean, whore, ooppps, bitch, nah, fuck body... ok, ok.. girl or a lady he bedded is a "trophy" or another "stripe" on his chest.. this dude is one major slut!
every time we hangout, he always tells me he's "arranged" some girls who'd join us later.. and he is pretty much true to his word. it's just that being married and all, it kinda makes me feel awkward... did i mentioned he's married too?
oh well.
so much for that sonofabitch!
more craps later....
