The grass is always greener

I know it's cliche, I don't care.

This morning at the gym I was finishing up abs and Dave the cardio buddy was flirting with some scruffy looking straight boy who was stretching.

Scruffy says something to the effect of "You guys are lucky, I wish I could put on weight." I laughed at him and said I didn't know if I would call it lucky. Initially I was pissed. What kind of douche bag comment is that to make? The more it played in my head, though I was reminded of all the times I wished I could be anorexic. I've never been dumb enough to voice that to somebody struggling with anorexia, but I've thought it. I used to think I needed a good drug habit, too but drugs are expensive; carbs are cheap.


It's Hulk week on the Sci-Fi channel. Bill Bixby is awesome. I've only caught 3 episodes, but so far every episode Dr David Banner has found a reason to not only Hulk out, but also be wearing a shirt that is unbuttoned below his chest while he leans on a wall or door frame. Sexy.

"Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."