Tonight, I went to the apartment complex gym to work out, and found the entire room was pitch black–a fuse must have popped or something, as repeated flicking of the lightswitch produced no result. One flick, and I could just be incompetent at lightswitch-flicking. Ten flicks, and I could be quite certain that something was indeed amiss. So what does one do when not working out is not an option?
One works out in the near-pitch dark to the eerie glowing lights of the machine display.
One works out in the dark, and on the way out, one walks face first into the stairmaster.
THAT is going to smart for a while. Ironic word choice, I know.
Also, today while taking out the trash at work, my pants fell straight off my ass. I hope and pray no one saw it, but with my luck, someone is likely uploading footage at this very moment to youtube.
wow…you had quite a day! ouchie! and oh dear!
If you ever see me walking around and I’m NOT injuring myself or otherwise making an ass of myself, you’d best call in the National Guard because the Pod People have invaded.
If you ever see me walking around and I’m NOT injuring myself or otherwise making an ass of myself, you’d best call in the National Guard because the Pod People have invaded.
wow…you had quite a day! ouchie! and oh dear!
I may have you beat with what happened to me at a club, while in vegas.
My skirt slithered right off my ass, in the middle of the dance floor. True story.
It was a good thing I was pretty drunk or otherwise I would have spent the rest of my trip in my hotel room just hiding in shame. lolz.
HAHAHAHAHAHA Oh, you win!
see? I made you feel better!!! 🙂
I typically don’t feel bad about these sorts of things, I figure at least they’ll make for an entertaining story. 🙂
I typically don’t feel bad about these sorts of things, I figure at least they’ll make for an entertaining story. 🙂
see? I made you feel better!!! 🙂
HAHAHAHAHAHA Oh, you win!
I may have you beat with what happened to me at a club, while in vegas.
My skirt slithered right off my ass, in the middle of the dance floor. True story.
It was a good thing I was pretty drunk or otherwise I would have spent the rest of my trip in my hotel room just hiding in shame. lolz.
I thought of you today when I was perusing for the best way to take in jeans. I think your mindwaves were reaching out to me or something.
Also, what kind of a sucker for punishment and extra work (ME) thinks “Hey, I will rip these pants apart and then sew them back together!” instead of “I will spend $5 on a goddamn belt.”?
If I strap a belt onto these pants, it lumps the excess fabric together and digs into my sides. Ugh.
AGH uncomfortable! It’s also hard to hide that unless you want to wear a shirt that is super bulky and too big, too. Blah. I think I just hate belts. I wear my pants on my hips (widest point of pudge!), so if I wear a belt with them, it’s just pants falling down with a belt wrapped around them.
The tutorial I found had the jeans side-ripped all way way down to the upper thigh and then taken in that way, but I think I am too amateur to pull it off without a serger. Good thing donation places pick up jeans so I can buy new ones, I guess.
I think we just need our own personal tailors 🙁
Yeah, it’s gross looking, like I’m wearing pleated Mom jeans. I just need to suck it up and get some cheap inbetween pants, I think.
Yeah, it’s gross looking, like I’m wearing pleated Mom jeans. I just need to suck it up and get some cheap inbetween pants, I think.
AGH uncomfortable! It’s also hard to hide that unless you want to wear a shirt that is super bulky and too big, too. Blah. I think I just hate belts. I wear my pants on my hips (widest point of pudge!), so if I wear a belt with them, it’s just pants falling down with a belt wrapped around them.
The tutorial I found had the jeans side-ripped all way way down to the upper thigh and then taken in that way, but I think I am too amateur to pull it off without a serger. Good thing donation places pick up jeans so I can buy new ones, I guess.
I think we just need our own personal tailors 🙁
If I strap a belt onto these pants, it lumps the excess fabric together and digs into my sides. Ugh.
I thought of you today when I was perusing for the best way to take in jeans. I think your mindwaves were reaching out to me or something.
Also, what kind of a sucker for punishment and extra work (ME) thinks “Hey, I will rip these pants apart and then sew them back together!” instead of “I will spend $5 on a goddamn belt.”?
First I was all *YAY* and then I was all *GASP* and then I was all *DOH* and now I have to lie down. I hope you recover from it all soon!
I think *I* have to go lie down, too.
I think *I* have to go lie down, too.
First I was all *YAY* and then I was all *GASP* and then I was all *DOH* and now I have to lie down. I hope you recover from it all soon!
Oh, ouchie! :S
I’m glad I didn’t break my glasses or I would be SO PISSED.
I’m glad I didn’t break my glasses or I would be SO PISSED.
Oh, ouchie! :S
If your pants fell off they must be too big for you, which means that your gym work is working, even when undertaken in the dark!
True! Though it’s strange for me to think about my pants falling off as the success mark. 😉
True! Though it’s strange for me to think about my pants falling off as the success mark. 😉
If your pants fell off they must be too big for you, which means that your gym work is working, even when undertaken in the dark!
I like how you assume that either a) your neighbors have nothing better to do than film the comings and goings of your complex or b) you are such a celebrity that someone is constantly filming you. 😉
It’s probably that you have a bunch of perverts in your neighborhood.
Mr. DeMilo, I’m ready for my close-up!
…or not. I’m not THAT conceited, I’m just playing the odds. It happened just out of range of my work’s security cameras, it’s not entirely unlikely that someone else’s caught it.
Butbutbut… I’m an internet celebrity of sorts! FILM ME!!
If someone is going to be filming me, I expect a catered lunch.
If nothing else, AT THE VERY LEAST a Lunchable.
And not the cold ‘pizza’ kind. I refuse. And so help you god if my capri sun straw breaks.
And not the cold ‘pizza’ kind. I refuse. And so help you god if my capri sun straw breaks.
If nothing else, AT THE VERY LEAST a Lunchable.
If someone is going to be filming me, I expect a catered lunch.
Butbutbut… I’m an internet celebrity of sorts! FILM ME!!
Mr. DeMilo, I’m ready for my close-up!
…or not. I’m not THAT conceited, I’m just playing the odds. It happened just out of range of my work’s security cameras, it’s not entirely unlikely that someone else’s caught it.
I like how you assume that either a) your neighbors have nothing better to do than film the comings and goings of your complex or b) you are such a celebrity that someone is constantly filming you. 😉
It’s probably that you have a bunch of perverts in your neighborhood.
It’s funny how the post below this on my feed says “Halfcat laughs at your misfortunes”.
;P
Even the animal kingdom is mocking me now. D:
Even the animal kingdom is mocking me now. D:
It’s funny how the post below this on my feed says “Halfcat laughs at your misfortunes”.
;P
teehee!
teehee!