Adventures in the gym part 2

Today at the gym I was staring at the squat rack debating if it was worth it to remove all the plates and put it at shoulder height when this guy started helping me.

He started taking the plates off two at a time and busted his finger. I said nothing and he kept going then the blood started. Just like dripping all over the fucking floor.

 "Are you okay?"

 "It's nothing."

 Then he tried to show me form still bleeding all over everything. So I got uncomfortable and told him I was blind. I'm a flirt.

What keeps me going on the stairmaster

Today at the gym I ran into a girl I had a class with in college in another life. I really hate running into people in places like the gym or the grocery store or really anywhere.

 She said hi and I nodded then she kept talking (the horror!) and said something I didn't hear.

"Sorry, what?" taking out my ear buds.

"What keeps you going on the stairmaster?" she said.

"Oh I think of everyone I've ever hated."

She looked confused. It was at this point that I realized she had meant my music, like what was I listening to. So you know I just walked away.

We bought a tiny, yellow house.

In September we bought a house in Brooke Smith Heights. It is tiny and yellow. Gated yard for future dog.

This is our new backyard. Except the grill is gone. If you'd like to provide us with one, we will accept.


We live by fancy restaurants. Love the guy's style on the left. Maybe he is a neighbor? Next on our list: Join the Brookesmith Civic Club.