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First of all, I fixed it so you can now comment with no agita, sorry about that, I had no idea.

I'm doing everything I can to get back to the shape I was in for the last few years, and then some. I'm going to get there pretty quickly now. I'll be my old weight in a month's time, and my old speed not much later, and I'll be lighter and faster soon after. It's going to happen because I say it is going to happen. I consider it a given.

So, I'm eating a lot less, and trying to work out a lot more. Every week, I run 20-30 miles, and I lift weights for a few hours total. I do things for my abs and back, and once or twice, I make it to Yoga, which I like but, I hate. Yoga is very hard, I suck at it, and it's embarassing to suck publicly, but I need the flexibility, so I keep going back.

And I need to do more. I'll be adding speed workouts real soon, and that mileage will average close to 30 per week in April. I need to quadruple my ab work.

Why? To be faster than I was? To look better than I do? Are these good reasons? Not tonight they weren't. I watched Henry Rollins instead.

Cupcakes and Chickens

So I’m writing this at the Tea Lounge South and I’ll tell you the truth, I don’t want to. I want to be writing something more concrete, something for the Quick Byte newsletter or maybe even the Santeria article I’m working on, but I have all these scattered thoughts and as I have mentioned scattered is not working for me. So, essentially I’m going to puke it all up on you, starting with the cupcakes, cupcake.

If I’ve got this right, cupcakes started their comeback at a little place on the LES, I forget the name. Now, I can’t speak for any other place, but cupcakes are all over the place in Park Slope. The best I’ve found are right here at the tea lounge south, a place I find myself liking more and more as time goes by. The tea lounge gets it right. Pit Bull, I realize I have said otherwise before. For those of you who wonder what it will take for me to admit I’m wrong….it’s cupcakes.

That reminds me. I have no idea how many people I know regularly read this thing, but if any of you want to go to Jenny Lewis on Saturday or Sunday, let me know. I have tickets and no date. This is sad, but true. Have you heard Jenny? She’s the lead singer of Rilo Kiley and recently released a solo album which I love. I saw her last month at the Angel Orensanz Center. Click that link up there to hear it. It’s unbelievable.

I hate being single.

Actually, I hate dating.

I don’t know, I’m confused.

No, I do know, I absolutely hate dating. I hate game playing and not knowing where you stand with people. I like best friends and I like worst enemies. The middle ground is not the place for me.

I was thinking recently (well, two months ago) of all the people I seem to have gone through in the last year. Not the people, but the concept. There was just this real serious churn, y’know? I’d scroll through the address book in my cell phone every once in a while and just wonder who the hell were some of the people. I don’t like that at all.

Do you have any idea how much of my time I spend thinking about women? A few moments ago I gave up a seat to this girl and I will hear her voice in the back of my head for the next half hour. A few years ago, some girl smiled at me on the subway, actually several times, and she had this dazzling smile, really uncanny. I can’t see anything but that smile. I have no idea what to make of that, but I’m sure there are half a dozen amateur psychologists out there in Park Slope, calling me pathetic. Maybe, but fuck you.

Between pop culture and women, it’s a wonder I have room in my head for anything.

But I do.

So, I’m working on this newspaper article. It’s kind of a big deal. It’s the first thing I’ve tried to get published in forever. There’s a chance it won’t be, the article is on Santeria, and as it happens, most Santeros/as don’t really want to talk about their religion, particularly the parts where they sacrifice chickens.

I understand, I rarely talk about all those cats I sacrificed to Lucifer last week.

Sometimes I can’t help myself.

I mean Lucifer tells me he needs those cats.

I’ve actually put a fair amount of time into this article and when you get down to it, all I need is a couple of people to talk honestly about animal sacrifice. The thing is they think that any story is going to treat them unfairly because of the whole animal sacrifice thing. I’m not going to, I’ve done some good research and I get that it is only a small part of the overall ritual. I’m not going to paint these people as if they go out every night and slaughter a henhouse.

I mean, that would be pretty hypocritical when you consider my 27 cat a week habit.
          
Moving on.

30 Minutes Of Shit

I spent 30 minutes today trying to get a cup of coffee I didn't even want. The first starbucks I hit was a 5 minute walk across union square and they were closed, the second was at 23rd and park and they were packed, by the time I got to the 3rd at Astor Place, I would have beaten someone senseless with my blackberry to get a chair and a chance to do some email.

#&&#^Starbucks.

But other than that, it was a real good day.