I’ve decided to write a diary but want others to read it at the same time, the narcissist shining through.
So I’ve started at the gym. It’s going pretty well, I’m looking trim. I got more female attention before adding a few pounds so logic suggests shedding them will bring back the attention. There was one guy in there who was wearing a coat, the kind of coat you used to wear at school in the winter, he went on the exercise bike for about 20 minutes and left. I’ve noticed a lot of old people wearing denim there as well, I’m not knocking the gym but I reckon it’s because it’s a council run one not one of those fitness corporations. The plus to this is you don’t get those personal instructors that for them the gym is their life, without the gym they would have nothing but protein in their life.
After all this I did very little, I wanted to do some work but it just never happened. The premise of wasting more time on Football Manager just wasn’t cutting it so I reverted to the guitar. I’m running out of creative juice at the moment, I like to think of myself of some sort of creative force but I’m simply dry.
The Apprentice was a bit of a laugh but the people vying for the job are disgusting people. Business in general mystifies me, most of it exists for the sake of existing. I was looking around at graduate jobs the other day and one of them was for a company that hired people to hire more people who would then hire more people.
Goodnight.
