I can do this one more time...

Monday through Friday I get up at 4:30 in the morning. I do a dozen pull ups. I do 50 push ups, 100 sit ups. I look in the mirror and I think "this is something a woman would want". I go work my shitty job. Five days a week, 10 or 12 hours a day. I come home and I run. Six, sometimes eight miles. Every Day. Pull up, push up, sit up, run,run,run. "this is something someone would want. Pull up, push up, sit up, run, run, run. Pull up, sit up, push up, shitty job, run, run, run.

Fridays when I get out of work I have a water bottle filled with vodka waiting in the car. I spend my weekends wrecked. Out of my feebled mind. I'm in a constant state of punishment with the day dream that there is some woman waiting at the end of the path who will appreciate all I've done to myself, and cherish me and, shit, maybe even make me a sandwhich. It probably sounds trite but I just want someone around so I can say "shit we're out of ketchup", or "John was an asshole at work today." I keep telling my self if she were here I wouldn't have that water bottle filled with vodka waiting for me when I got out of work on Fridays. But shes not here yet. I'm sore as shit from running this week, and I've got a lot of vodka to get through. Beercunt you were right on about that shit I posted last week. I'm a drunk, forgive me.