I go to work out in my apartment complex's little gym between 6:45 and 7:15 most mornings, and end up being there until somewhere between 7:20 and 8:00. The one thing I've noticed is that other people don't seem to believe in any sort of schedule. You would expect to see the same people at roughly the same time (give or take a half hour or so) each day, right? Nope. So imagine how thrilled I was when I got over there a little late today (7:30) and some dumb bitch was using the only machine I'm interested in. I mean, what the fuck? I've never seen this fucker before, and now she's inconveniencing me. How am I supposed to plan around your retarded ass if you don't have the tiniest bit of consistency in your behavior patterns?! Thankfully, it's really nice outside, so I can just go for a walk inste-- Oh yeah, it's 4 degrees out and there's snow all over the place. That's okay, I didn't actually want to do anything healthy anyway, you stupid whore.
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