10/10

Today a dude on OKCupid sent me the following message:

“Are you today’s date?
Cause you’re a 10/10!”

That was probably the most exciting thing to happen to me all day.

I worked out at the gym this morning and it felt good – HIIT cardio, arms and a bit on the rowing machine. I listen to Christina Aguilera’s “Stonger” which feeds into my fantasies of getting the best beach body ever and making Ray regret ever breaking things off with me. It made me run faster.

While I was lifting, a sales manager at my work named Mike started using the bench right next to mine. He smiled at me. A tight closed-lip smile, the kind you’re not sure what they mean. I wonder what he thinks about me. I’m a squishy pear shaped girl who’s not horribly overweight, but I’m no hottie.

I wish someone would approach me in the gym and show me what to do. I’m obviously new at this. A cute trainer to tell me how I’m going to throw out my back is welcome to say hello.

I went to Phil’s tonight. We talked on the back porch about his new relationship and my lack thereof. We walked over to my house and smoked some weed. We laughed and watched a show for a bit. Then he went home.

I stayed up past midnight again doing nothing. Sleep despises me.