I am so tired and feel the inklings of a cold coming on. I am getting punished for my tasteless Halloween costume? 🙂 Now I don’t really believe in that kind of thing, but I am so tired and feel like crap. It’s more likely because I have hardly been sleeping and have been eating lots of Halloween candy. LOTS. After a few months of not eating any sugar at all, I’m really on a downward spiral. I told you, one bite of candy is all it takes for me to get addicted again for weeks. Halloween is my favorite holiday after all, so I figure I might as well indulge. It’s like my Thanksgiving. Some people really were pissed off about the Lance Armstrong’s career look I was sporting yesterday.

Actually it was only about 5 people, but really? I know it’s borderline offensive to play a dead version of someone that is still living, but Lance is such a douchebag. Who cares? I used to be a huge fan. I watched the Tour de France every single summer. I don’t care that ALL of them were doping. He capitalized on his cheats and championed a sport illegally and even worse, blatantly denied it by tearing apart the character of all of those who supported him. For his biggest sponsors to drop him…Nike? Who kept Tiger-which I’m fine with because he didn’t cheat on the sport and he didn’t publicly disparage his support system. I don’t even know why I’m defending my decision to play a bloodied, zombie Lance Armstrong. Honestly, I don’t like the guy, but I don’t have a huge hatred for him. The costume is just topical and funny. Those that keep telling me how Lance shot himself in the butt, ok, I get it. I did it like a heroin addict solely for comedic purposes. Not that I know anything about how heroin addicts do it.

I said I was going to get back to book reading, and I actually made a feeble attempt at that yesterday. I brought the inspirational slash business success book that was sent to us at work to the gym. It’s called The Power of Who and it’s all about your close friends and acquaintances and who can help you in life. I normally detest books like this, but I am trying to be more positive and trying to reassess my life goals. Though, I’m not even really quite sure what that means. It did make me feel better to know that I have those “WHO” people in my life. Those that you can count on no matter what. Those that you should talk to daily or multiple times a week. I definitely know the difference between party friends and real, solid friends. It’s important for girls to realize as they get older that it’s not possible for them to have 20 best girlfriends. I feel sometimes like I’m sitting on the sidelines watching an NFL game up close when I see girls that I know, argue and tear eachother apart-sometimes to their faces and often behind one another’s backs. This is the reason I will not have 20 girlfriends. It’s not realistic. I’ve also started to learn that once you get close to 30, it’s kind of impossible to have platonic guy friends. Guys don’t want girls as friends. I definitely have a few that date way back to high school and college and since there’s a history there, we can just be friends.

Same with any friend of someone I’ve dated. I would never do the double dip in the group of friends, so I have managed to sort of be friends with guys in that scenario. I really think that most guys only want to be around girls that will potentially have sex with them, or they just want to be around their dude friends. The older the guy gets, the worse it gets. It’s almost like, if you aren’t girlfriend/hookup potential, they aren’t even wasting their time with you. Growing up has started to become very disenchanting.