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What broke my day: Being in a funk. Not the kind of funk that makes you dance like your from a 70's disco dance party complete with bling, bell-bottoms, and booze, but the kind of funk that you get from not washing your gym clothes for 2 weeks. Actually, now that you mention it, I shouldn't use that analogy because not going to the gym is the reason for my funk. Today I found out that I have gained back every single pound I lost, probably due to the fact that I haven't had time or energy. And that put me into this idea that I'm once again a failure. So, therefore, as would any warm-blooded woman (please just let me pretend that this is true), I went home, put on sweats, got gross-looking, and stuffed my face. It was probably the single most disgusting, sad looking thing ever. When my Lori came over, she found me sitting unattractively on the couch watching THS, stuffing my face with crackers and cheese dip. Not my proudest moment. So, she forced me out of it, made me put on my hot pencil skirt, so that I would look attractive, and helped me get ready for work. I wore my nice heels, and got to go to the bike shop. It helped, but the funk isn't completely gone. I'm not going to eat unhealthily, she promised to go running with me tomorrow morning, and of course, I'm now chugging down as much cold water as a kitchen sink, so hopefully feeling hydrated, hot, and useful will whip me out of this funk. And by whip, I mean she used whips and chains, to excite me. Now I'm worried for her alter-ego.

What made my day: Bike shops. I now found a brand new place to pick up men, and I swear I call dibs, so don't go around trying to steal my new found brilliant idea. Yesterday, and today I was running errands for work and since my boss is training for Rag Ride,  I had to go to the bike shop. It's a good thing that I was looking quite attractive, because little did I know, that bike shops are filled with hot, young, athletic, attractive men. Who doesn't love man-watching? Not this girl. I absolutely perked up, held myself a little more confidently, puffed out my chest, and put on my most buisness like persona, and rocked it. I went back to the house last night and came up with several great pick-up lines. I know you want to hear them right? "I'm interested in buying a tandem, but I don't have a partner, can I buy you too?" "I don't know how to ride a bike, can I ride with you?" (note: the with can be omitted, for a less family friendly version." The only thing that would make the bike shop better was if all the employees worked shirtless, or in those tight biking uniforms. Hello, awesome. I didn't know how many attractive people there would be there. When I think biker, I think skinny, little men riding on the side of the road. Not, hunky, young, hotties there to service your bike. I think this is way better than a grocery store or beach....and classy too. I'm thinking about taking up biking now, just for an excuse to go in there. Does that mean I'm desperate, or I just enjoy a good show? Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed my time there, and it made me extremely giddy in a girly crush sort of way.