Okie dokie so today is more interesting than it should be. We’ll start at the beginning.
The big bang: In the beginning… (just kidding)
Needed to get back in the gym after a week off due to a hole in my foot… Legos are every bit as sharp as broken glass, remember that… Anyways, I hit the gym, and 40 minutes later, the pool. I suppose this is where the micro report comes in.
Date: 100625
Time: 0945
Wearing: 2x MX301 - neck
Location: Gym
Target: none
Self effect: unknown, I use some athletic boosters (not steroids) in my workouts so those self effects are very prominent and would wash out anything from the 301.
Listening to: Kaskade
Story: The gym has a row of these awesome new elliptical bounding type things that are awesome for cardio and I set up on the end. All the staff at the gym are students and most of them girls at that. When I was starting, a staff gal was cleaning the machines starting on the other end of the row (7 machines). She closes the gap in about 20 minutes then spends a good 15 minutes on the machine right next to me. And I could tell she was looking at me funny. The machine honestly wasn’t that dirty… Anyways, I wasn’t really looking for a hit as I was almost ready to pass out, so I hopped off and headed for the pool. She watched me with a disappointed look as I left down the stairs (lots of glass walls in the gym). I’d say that was a hit but my brain could have been a bit addled by the workout.
–End microreport–
Now, if anyone here is a workout junkie like myself, you know that 45 minutes of 90%HR cardio really makes your senses funky. So on my way out, I feel like I’m floating about a foot off the ground, trust me, this is the target, I do this a lot. I reach for my bag because I’m off to Qdoba so I planned on applying 2x Heavy Ammo and 2x ISHINE. Well, low and behold, it appears that the togo of Ammo I received two days ago arrived completely empty… How odd… So I up and apply a single ISHINE under my neck because there’s no sense making myself crash in an hour. Already having a floaty feeling due to cardio, the addition of ISHINE makes things… interesting. Now, I don’t do drugs, but I have been hotboxed before (in the back of a schoolbus, no less) and it reminded me of that, good to keep in mind. Qdoba was uneventful, Al wasn’t around, and as soon as I left I found she had left a voicemail while I was in the gym. She canceled. Now this doesn’t really affect my attitude as I’ve had failed attempts at dates before, and no, I’m not still high. I have a three strikes rule that goes like this: I will make a date three times, if she cancels three times, then she is responsible for making the moves. I won’t shun her, but I will tell her that she needs to make time for me and set it up if she really wants to be with me while being every bit as flirty and awesome as before (I have been asked out 4 times to date by girls with three strikes, and only 4 girls have ever gotten three strikes, my freshman year was awesome). So with Al, this is strike two. Her reason is entirely feasible and her voice when I called her back tells me that she is sincere and very disappointed to not be going out with me this Sunday. Either that or she is far better at NLP than I. I haven’t set up anything yet and don’t really plan to for at least a week. I head home.
When I get home, I decide whether to call or email AD about the empty bottle. I decide I want to hear someone on the line so I call in. First pickup, it sounds like the grand canyon, so either my phone is screwing up or someone has a fan on them on the other end, after all, they are in cali. I try again and guess who I get? SteveO himself. The details and review about this experience are written elsewhere but I will say that he made things way more than right about the issue. That was pretty damn cool. +1 Fav company
As of now its only 1420 and, for my day off, I have already had more excitement than I bargained for.
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