The weekend is closing in… That’s good. One thing that wasn’t so good, was yesterday. In anger of the day being Valentine, I decided to go boxing. Just to keep out of my mind that Im at the moment am alone, cold and hungry.
I also thought. People who’re working out on Valentine gotta be in the same club im in, the singles club.
So I packed my things, I even shaved and put some gel in my hair.
My moodswing took a jump, and I went to the gym.
I talked to the receptionists. Nice people all of them. I took a ticket so I could participate in the boxing (30 people maximum).
I went to change clothes, took my pants of (rrr), looked in the bag, took out a t-shirt, shoes, towel, socks, and…. No, no pants. I forgot my pants at home.
Gave the ticket back to the receptionist, a bit ashamed.
I took the whole thing as God’s way of saying, buy a sixpack instead.
av Max @ 14:39:35 i Old diary | länk | Prat (0)