Since I’m so tall, someone suggested I get a line tattooed on my chest and when people ask what it means, just say “you have to be at least this tall to ride this ride.”
A hilarious idea that I’m actually considering doing…except that the opposite is really true. If you’re over 6 feet tall, it’s unlikely I’m going to find you sexually attractive. There are exceptions, of course, but I love my little guys…
Today I switch back to a cutting cycle, a shift in my diet and exercise designed to lower my body fat while retaining the muscle I’ve put on over the past three months. As much as I can retain, anyway.
Good lord, I’m hungover. I went to a foodie expo yesterday, which meant there was extended, low-dose day-drinking involved. Not good.
Hair of the dog, please! Like one of the bartenders said yesterday, you have to keep feeding your liver to keep it happy. If that means a gay pool party or brunch, so be it.