So I think the shockingly terrible, or maybe wonderful, thing that has happened to me since starting XGym is that I may have become a morning person. I told someone recently that you couldn’t change who you are. If you aren’t a morning person, you will NEVER be a morning person. But I’m finding that if I get up before 8am, I do really well.
I can get my ass out of bed and in the shower (ee-gasp! shower for katie!) and I’ll even have enough time to grab a cappuccino or something on my way to work. Or on Wednesdays and Saturdays I eat a little cottage cheese before heading to my workout at 6:30 am.
The best part? I have the whole day to do whatever I need to do. Saturdays are wonderful now. Although I do start to get the heavy eyes and the tired thoughts around 11am, but I perk back up easily if the right activity is presented.
So I decree, I may be eating my words and turning over a new leaf. Although I still don’t like to talk in the morning. So don’t flipping talk to me if I’ve only been up for 45 minutes. I need time before I can be pleasant to other people. Except for Tasha, my sister’s cat. She can talk to me all she wants. I’ll be pleasant to her because she doesn’t require me to respond except with a kiss or a pet. I can do that. For anyone. But no talking.
So Good Morning everyone!
No. This is too much change for my brain to handle. KT cannot become a morning person. Morning people are awful, horrible human beings. Don’t do it!
I won’t talk if you pet me too. Try living my life KT, sleeping in means til 7:30. I’m a total nocturnal working the early bird. I go to work when I’m used to going to bed. Damn those 5 am shifts.
I was a total night owl until a few years back. I don’t know what happened but I started to feel like I was missing out on the day by sleeping in. Perhaps it was discovering the glories of coffee that allowed for the switch. Mmmm . . . coffee.
Two days in a row. Nice.
Hey well Thanks a lot. I say no more posts and now this “jauntily” titled post. and ONE day later. Helloo not exactly some potted plant here. Way to direspect the anonymous poster. geesh
at what point does “anonymous poster” shift from being a description to being a name?
And do I really know this person? because most of the people I know are far more clever and witty. I’m starting to think this is a total stranger.
but of course, How silly of me. Yes, you do. And is that Jay? Jay the Athelete?! Durrhh. See I certainly may not be one of the sophist-icates you would hang with, but I do get around. Well I’m off, guess I’ll go over and see if any of that scintillating wit of ‘boypan’ will rub off on me! Eww.. wait a min that soundS kind of gross.
btw that transition occurred at May 4,2004 08:46 PM.
A morning person? What happened? Amazing what a workout and a cup of coffee will do to a person!
KT- Did you have fling this anonymous poster and then dump him or something? I think he’s holding a grudge.
I did my first posting today!
At least the anonymous poster thinks I sparkle like a star! That’s not half bad..and come on ..who wouldn’t want to rub on me a little 😉
It’s fuckin’ Kempka, isn’t it? Apparently he loves all of us enough to keep coming back.
Ahhh yes…I do remember him well! (not that well….but well)
For what it’s worth, I don’t think it’s Kempka. An anonymous commenter whose IP address matches that of KT’s tormenter has started leaving very nasty, spiteful comments on my blog as well. The political viewpoints expressed by my visitor are not ones I would associate with Kempka. Whatever else he may be, he is intelligent and literate, which the commenter definitely is not.
What you say, it is true. Kempka: my apologies.
I wonder if his ears are burning?
Yes, on behalf of my ex-lover 🙂 I will say he is witty and intelligent and puts pride in what he writes so he would never have written the drivel that has appeared here. But aside from that, I really don’t care about the anonymous poster. I’ve been ignoring his comments and looking for all of yours instead.
Sometimes late at night as I sit in the anonymous posting lab high atop this lonely mountain, examining posts coming in from all corners of the gloBe, I take pause to gaze out thru the thick glass of the porthole at the surrounding peaks. As they twinkle in the skYlight, they seem to taunT me: Why? wHy, Why anonymous poster? Why must you suffer so. How long must you suffer the slings and arrows? Why? Why, when there are so many, begging, pleading, hungering, wanting, …..aching.. for anonymous postings, Why do you suffer in silence?
And then postings like this appear so unexpectedly, yet so expressive, and it makes me just wanna go “Awwwwww”, even as that warm gushy lumpy sensation begins to fill my pants.
Umm….for the first time I think I stand corrected. 🙂
This in respons to the guy arron who say these bad thing. I think he am saying bad man I am not who guy he am is. I no come to your place and say this bad name. You go to hell now please.
If he won’t offer his name, we should christen him. Let’s start a “name anonymous” contest. Based on the posting before last, I vote for “Pantload”.