So, I’m sitting here at my desk in downtown Pittsburgh. Let me clarify, I’m sitting here on my chair. These fuckers really need to install more seating options in my office. It only makes sense that if I have to sit here all day I should have the option of a chair, couch or day-bed. If Cressey were here, he’d have kicked me in the noodle by now for me to fix my posture. Though, how someone kicking me in the noodle could fix my posture is beyond me.
Anyway, I gotta pee. I’ll be getting on a toilet in a little while to pee and read TC’s message from the sponsor. I’m going to the men’s room down the hall. I’ve never been there before, but I’ve noticed a couple of hot interns down that way. Hopefully they won’t notice TC’s article rolled up in my pants pocket and think I’m weird. Maybe they’ll think I have an 8 and a half by 11 inch wang. Ha ha.
I’ve packed a shitton of bathing suits, T-shirts, a couple of pairs of shorts, some underwear, a tube of sunscreen, a camera and a pair of flip flops. No telling if we’ll have a bomb scare or fire drill while I’m out of my office going down the hall to the can, so I wanna be prepared.
Anyway, I’m going to be keeping a travel blog here on T-Nation just like Ryan did when he went to Thailand and like Push did when he went to Texas. Unlike the one I’m going to show my mom, and a few of the prisses that live where I come from, this one will be a no bullshit blog. Hopefully I’ll end up doing some cool stuff while I’m in the men’s room so that I’ll be able to report back here and not look like a massive tool.
Okay. Gotta run for now. Bladder is very full.