fuego takis

taki taki taki

So good, so painful

taki taki taki

The spice and lime burn my tongue, like acid

taki taki taki

My tongue cries no, but my taste buds... they scream yes

taki taki taki

Snaps.

bbo bbo

I love this painting by Gustav Klimt. It's beautiful. And it has nothing to do with the fact that it was in the drama Stairway to Heaven. Nope.

Speaking of Korean dramas... they really are from the devil hisself.

Even in the span of 10 minutes... you're sucked in. Oh ho ho... no turning back after one stinkin' episode. When I think about it... I watched Choi Ji Woo sob onscreen for 4 minutes... and I didn't realize that I basically watched someone cry... with background music for that long. It's really kind of ridiculous. 4 minutes... What could I have done in 4 minutes?

- Make a smoothie.

- Pee

- Play a game of Scramble

- Catch up on a food blog

Hm. Interesting.

So, I'm thinking about getting another membership to a gym... I really used to enjoy running around outdoors (as you all know by now because you obviously read the RAD post)... but I can't help this paranoia I have of sleazy guys checking me out as I run. Now, I'm not saying that all guys check me out or that I'm someone worthy OF checking out... It's just that I've had my share of gross strangers and those experiences have pretty much traumatized me. I'm realllyyyyyyyyy suspicious of unfamiliar men in public now. It's pretty sketchy in gyms, too. I remember old guys drooling over the young ladies ALL the time... Gross. But I feel safer indoors than out.

Worst experience yet occurred in the LA Fitness across Galleria...

I remember being on a machine working out my biceps while talking with a friend... and then a man approaches me kneeling down in front of me...

Guy: (Sticking out his business card) Hey... I was just watching you across the room, and I wanted to give you my card if you wanted to call me sometime.

Me: .................. Do... Do you know how old I am?

Guy: Well.. no. I can tell you're pretty young... But my previous girlfriend was 19 and blah blah blah asjdfl;jaes;ifjsljdfk.....

Me: ........... I'm 15.

Guy: Oh... well... you looked older. Blah blah blah blah... (ends with a wink).

Words cannot describe how disgusted I felt afterwards.. I hid in the locker room until my mom picked me up. I feel like punching a guy if he winks at me now. I also refuse to wear body hugging, tight workout clothing. Everything I wear has to hang loose on me. The least attention I draw to myself, the better.

Guys are ddong shekkis.

Er... okay. I'm not sure how to end this post.

End post.

orea mcflurries

Treadmills... Aka Revolving Apparatus of Death. Yes... the RAD. It's a terrible thing, it is.

Freaking...

I wish imagining myself exercising would be enough. I imagine calories burning, legs toning, fat melting... And it actually happening in reality... (Continue with a Homer Simpson drool/moan).

That would be... glory.

Instead, I like to sit on my pudgy bootay indulging in oreo Mcflurries, pistachio flavored Ice Pan with mochi, falafel, goguma, samgyupssal, buffalo wing flavored pretzel pieces, choco gummies... (Continue with a Homer Simpson drool/moan).

It's like I can feel my pants digging into my hips and thighs, becoming tighter and tighter with each bite, each morsel.

Sick, sick, sick. Ewwwwwwww.

Fat is my pet peeve, I suppose. Fat on me, not so much on other people.

WHERE DID YOU GO, SELF CONTROL?! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?!!!

I kinda hate chillin' in my living room, now. The treadmill (RAD)... it taunts me. There it sits, behind the couch near the window... there it stares at me with its judgmental eyes. Judging me for not using it when it's RIGHT there, facing the TV, totally available for use.

God, I hate treadmills.