My favorite things in life, in no particular order, are eating, sleeping and sex. Arguing that they are not necessarily the best things in life is futile. It is indisputable.
I hate it – with a passion – when people over-spot me in the gym. A spot is required to provide just enough resistance to help the person get the bar up again so as to prevent their death by asphyxiation. No more assistance than that is necessary.
Deadlifts are currently my favorite exercise, despite the fact that I recently “tweaked” my lower back doing them and have therefore been taking a few weeks off from doing them. I learned them late in my lifting life (maybe 2 or 3 years ago – I’m 32, been lifting seriouisly since I was 16 or 17).
I HATE when cashiers give you your change by putting the bills in your hand, the receipt on top of the bills and then the fucking coins ON TOP OF the receipt. Infuriating.
I love driving. I hate boring cars. If I had a severe car (read, Italian or German exotic) I would not cruise around town seeking attention like a poser; I would head for the nearest desolate, curvy country road where I could use it the way it was intended.
I hate politicians’ sound bites, from either party. The issues are sooooo much deeper and more complex than our populace seems willing to care about, and as such presidential candidates are able to get away with dumbing down their rhetoric to the lowest common denominator. So fucking sad.
I use the f-word too much lately. Sorry 'bout that.
I’m extremely low on body hair naturally, and damn happy about that.
I think I’m decent looking but have never liked my smile.
My calves are my weakest body part physique-wise. They’re not pathetic, but they do frustrate me.
I honestly don’t know if I could settle down with one woman for the rest of my earthly life and not became sexually bored at some point. I hope I’m wrong.
I work too much.
I sleep too little.
I don’t work out as much as I’d like.
My taste gets more and more expensive, and my expenditures larger and larger, as time goes on.
I’m not a saver, though my savings is just fine.
I loathe having to wear suits to work. LOATHE it.
I’d like to have a dog, but I’m never home to care for it or spend time with it, so it would die. I don’t believe in just getting a dog walker to take care of it during the day. (What’s the point of having your own dog, then)?
I can type pretty fast.