We don't need good TV

My sister will watch ANYTHING, even if it's not in English. I came home Friday evening to find her focused intently on a German program that I gathered from context clues to be a story about a swimsuit designer, followed by a sketch of some sort. Every now and then she would laugh and I wanted to look at the cameraman who should have been there with the classic mockumentary stare that says 'WTF.'

I'm psychically constipated. I am always thinking and rarely writing. I have not been to the gym this week. My trainer is on vacation but left me workouts to do and I've let Monday and Tuesday go like you can procrastinate and cram workouts like a big sweaty term paper. I had a paper plate of popcorn and potato chips for dinner. My sister will be well over 400lbs if her eating habits carry on into her 30's when her metabolism turns against her. Her denial is strong, firmly rooted, and watered daily. She clucks her tongue at my training regimen commenting with authority about how I should not do a 30 minute workout devoted primarily to any one area of my body. Her comments regularly leave me speechless. She has an interview this Friday (thank God) and I said we should practice. She said she thought it was a dumb idea and she's never had a bad interview. She's done 3 interviews in her entire life; a local music store, IKEA, and Blockbuster. All retail and she's interviewing for a clerical position at a hospital. What do you do with that? I mention sending a thank you note after the interview. 'That's a stupid idea. I'll thank her if she gives me a job. You can pay me to send you a thank you note.' I suggested taking extra copies of her resume. 'The lady was reading from my resume on the phone. She already has a copy.' This is why readers, if I have children (God help us both) my motto will be, beat early, beat often. Some people are determined losers and I'm beginning to think my sister may be one of those people. I love her, I even sometimes enjoy her company but she can be such a fucking loser and a crappy roommate to boot.

Two men with whom there is no future are treading water in my life. I can not be disagreeable enough for either and I have to admit there is a trick to that because I'm interested in them continuing to want me. Why? Because it reminds me that when a guy is interested in me (for whatever reason), he will let me know. I won't be writing 'he loves me, he loves me not' posts, I'll be considering whether I'm interested and enjoying the right of first refusal.