Back at it

After three weeks of complete sloth status, I'm back to my usual routine aka 5am gym time. Oh yeah.

Miss much? Nope, just a good old haunting. WTF. Shit straight out of Paranormal Activity (do yourself a favor if you want to sleep through the night - do not see this movie). Strange noises are do-able; creaky stairs or whatever. BUT CEILING TILES DON'T DO THE MACARENA ON THEIR OWN. Haven't seen J-fizz run that fast since the firemen had their fundraiser down the street...Naturally they used me as the sacrificial lamb to scout out the nooks. Eff that. I don't care how many 5-star horoscope days I've had lately, that is not okay.

Crook isn't even here to humor me with miserable bat infestation stories and rabies outbreaks. Ugh it's a lot funnier when some one else is being assaulted by the supernatural.

But I want you all to know that I'm diligently researching, praying, looking over my shoulder...lighting up the Virgin Mary novena candle before a little cardio, yes?

God will appreciate our sense of humor. >>>>>>>>>>>

Nealon and Laf have volunteered themselves to be body guards-slash-eye candies, since they rock the one piece suits a la Top Gun. Just staple a Ghostbusters decal over the air force stuff, kayyyy? Engage Maverick. Engage. in which case, i insist that the noises from the 12th are definitely a ghost and you should steer clear at all costs...