back back to hali

Headaches, airport hangovers and a slight time change. Then an inevitably procrastinated assignment due. The epiphany? This time I did it.

Jogging is like communism: it’s a good idea but it never works out well. The track is elevated and encircles a multitude of activities; boxer-cise, basketball, badminton and then the beefcakes. Yeah they’re there, sequestered to a pen of free weights and shameless chest puffing. I like being the underdog though, limping around and watching the robotic act of fitness scored to the random selection of my iPod.

I’ve got nothing to lose and kudos to gain! Not to mention countless justifications for my now toned down drinking and smoking habits. Fuck resolutions, I’m broke. But the leaf of 2007 has been flipped over and on the back 2008 reads SUCCESS. GO FOR THE GOLD AND REACH FOR THE STARS!