This happened this morning:
I stole this mayorship back from Fadi. And for the record, I don’t appreciate all of you perverts salivating over his douchey picture that I posted here.
He is the enemy. Don’t forget that.
From twitter:
I know that this is getting serious, because this morning on the drive to the gym I started thinking about how I could squeeze in a workout on Sunday so he wouldn’t get an extra check in like he did last week.
God, I need a life.
We’re rooting for you Mike, but the enemy is always a terrible person, devilishly attractive, you you kind of want to hook up with.
It’s classic plot material!
Your Foursquare rivalry amuses me.
Rivalry is a good word, Brian…but I’m starting to think that “war” and “rivalry” aren’t accurate words because they imply effort on his part.
The funny/lame part about all of this is that he probably doesn’t even THINK about me…let alone blog and obsess over how to get one over on me.
Foursquare is life! I have full confidence that you’ll be able to win this war.
The question I have is, what happens when you run into him at the gym? Do you acknowledge the fact that you are in a war for the mayorship of the gym?