Two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo // In the Sun

I was standing around at the end of the night at work for a couple of minutes thinking about what it would be like if I got onto the Real World cast. I don't know where or if they plan on doing another one, it seems like there have been like 1 hojillion different locales (I should have just about been on there already by now even as the last kid standing against the wall finally does get picked). I also don't really know how you do apply to such a thing. I imagine you have to be pretty well hooked up someplace or go through some bizarre "being yourself only hawter" talent carnival. Maybe you send in a tape (??)... (idea from a different tangent: it might actually be a fun game between friends about who could make the most ridiculous video of, say, 5 minutes...hmmm...back to the original odd fantasy)

I am wondering what sort of cliches/niches I would be selected to fit? I'm still debating between the "melancholy, sincere yet (made up) deeply sexually frustrated, slacker" or the "small town boy who, being dropped into the mix of the big times, has his values put to the test" More than likely if I got on I'd just sit in my boxers and Halloween costume Detroit Lions helmet all day and play Tecmo Super Bowl. That's an 'if' that I should blow up to bold, italic and huge font. I think you really have to be some hourglass, big breasts warped idea of beauty or a guy that is just a battletank to make that cut.

But hey maybe I'm getting closer than the critics may think. No not with breasts. I have recently reinstated the 10 + 1 bench pressing of a monstrous 99 pounds (say what you will about how many feathers that is but it's 2/3's of my bodyweight, I'm not an ant or anything over here doing like 52x my weight class) and also the foot leveraged, thus somewhat cheating, 50 sit-ups. I even do that thing where the arms go up like the pose you would make if the police/5-0 's/pos/pigs/trufflehunters (trademark, M.L.D)/cops give you the "hands up!" and then crunch the weight inward. I hope and doubt that made sense.

Also I'm starting to eat right. Sort of. I eat Subway a whole lot now anyway, so my wallet is getting a workout at least. And I'm eating diabetic, sugar-free candy now almost exclusively since sugar is basically what I think I sub-consciously used to counteract sluggishness associated with only eating 2 meals a day for like 2 years. I go shopping again just like I used to love (and somehow forgot all about way back) and it's fantastic. Just browsing through the supermarket and "do I want Peaches & Cream oatmeal or Strawberries & Cream??". I really need to confer a bit more with my nutritionist/(talented) armchair psychologist/best lady friend of all time/more things than there have been different Real World locales, the Melissa. I feel that I'm ready to take more steps towards 'progress' and ready to get into some good habits.

At least finally the cat is out of the bag...