Thursday, 30 October 2008

Shoulder boulder

This shoulder injury has fucked me up.

It fucking hurts and I can go to the gym but it aches and I've been told to take 6 weeks' rest. I could do legs but screw that. I really am so resentful to the fucker who did it. I will not turn bitter. No.

Thinking about it makes me want to resort to violence. Serious GBH.

Fat-fucking-cunt-motherfucker-wanker-who-did-this-to-me-because-they-should-have-been-on-the-fucking-treadmill-I hate you-fucking-hate-you-HATE-YOU!

So what else is there to do but drink? Last night on First Great Western I drank about six Harvey Wallbangers. I don't remember much of what happened after getting home.

Thank goodness for the text message history...

Right now I'm a little buzzed - three beers and two glasses of wine. I hate myself for it.

This morning at just before 9am, I found myself in the queue to visit the opening of a shopping centre.

Westfield London is apparently the biggest urban shopping centre in Europe. Don't panic. I've been so you don't have to...

Great place; a shopping centre with its own dark room.

And then I thought this was the prettiest - the fresh fruit counter at M&S...

Bla bla bla. I'm pissed. Fuck. I hate the guy who bashed into me and destroyed my shoulder. I hate him so much.

He gets away with his own fat self exercising in the mirror - a large tub of lard bashing into everyone when he should have fucking been running for his goddam life.

And then he launched himself into my life - a Teletubby in the gym, a big bounding wanker, devoid of any consideration for others. And while I was minding my own business he waddled over and injured me. I hate him. I really really hate him.

I,m pissed. dksdfkjs dfkjshdf ksjhdf ksdjhf sdf bla bla.

7 comments:

dickophile said...

im getting the feeling you're angry about what happened. hug?

Ja said...

first snow, then attacked by fat and now your at a mall? How are you holding up? The world owes you.

fleetmonkey said...

Stop feeling sorry for yourself - get down the gym and you get on the treadmill instead - at least you can get your fat percentage down even further so you look even better when you pop those gold budgie smugglers on again.

I'm going to have to take my own advice - i've had a few weeks off as had a lovely dose of post viral psoriasis courtesy of my newish job - bloody students. Its not gone but not going to the gym even though I can't enjoy the sauna/steam and probably not take a shower without stares; is not helping with the rest of the body.

Edd said...

you queued to visit the opening of a shopping centre. Dear god.

Anonymous said...

I hate him too, because there is one just like him at my gym. what is it with these morons, they spend their time getting in everyones way with weights when clearly they should spend a couple of years on the cardio before they think about anything else. To cap it all I overheard the oaf laughing at other people the other day to one of the bemused looking staff. To think the prat thought he had any right to comment on other people, especially as most of them were really fit. It just makes you wonder what they see in those mirrors......

Dirk Muir said...

I'm sorry to hear all that. But don't give in. Six weeks without much exercise means you've got to be careful about what you eat and drink. Any other hobbies to focus on? Like maybe podcasts again? Please?

Gabriel said...

feel better soon - and try to avoid westfield. soul destroying capitalism LOL