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Buff bods, blogging and buddies

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So it’s been nearly a month since I’ve blogged, and definitely more than a month since I’ve blogged about anything substantial. Do not let this fool you into thinking I have been doing anything substantial, though. Really I’ve just been living my life ( hey eh, hey eh, hey eh ) with a few exciting moments, but more so finding a good pattern of calm regularity. Here’s what I’ve been up to- Planning to win a body building contest. Ok, not really at all, but I did join an intense gym in the area where I kill some time after work. I run and watch the Food Network (until I’m too hungry) & Jersey Shore (until I’m too disgusted) and then lift my little girly weights while manly men make womanly birthing noises as they hoist unsafe amounts of iron over their heads. Going to this gym is both rejuvenating, as it clears my mind and makes me feel better, and frightening, as I consider what my plan of action would be to rescue my bench neighbor’s incline dumbbell press gone wrong. Thinking a...

What my live tweet of last night's finale of The Bachlorete would have looked like-

OMG Ali tots should pick Roberto! It would be sooo perfecttt. They would have billions of cute babies! Roberto's abs. That is all. Happiness, love, Tahitian sunsets, beautiful people, excellent TV. I lied… that wasn’t all. His smile too. Wow that’s an abundance of light sappy guitar filler music. ...and his arms. Done now. Ali’s dad looks very similar to a middle school boy. Aww, Chris, don't cry. My heart is breaking! Chris smiling at rainbow? @ABC, How much does it cost to shoot hundreds of gallons of water into the sky? All in the name of a perfect TV moment. Mmk, can’t focus, Roberto is sweating like a guerilla in a parka. Either the Tahitian sun is the same as bulbs at a cheap tanning salon & 50 cent lip-gloss is in or some1s been reading 2 much Teen Vogue. So, really, they can stretch 3 minutes of actual footage to 30, but they can’t edit out that extensive perspiration? Ok… 95% of the last three hours of my life was a waste.