I must be psychic, I called 3 times, no answer so I guess I won't talk to him ever again. Well, I guess I'm being a little too rough. He's got a job now and has shit going on so I can respect that. It's probably for the best anyways, I think that it probably wasn't worth it. Well now I have the rest of the day to do whatever I want after the gym.
There were these two mid thirty women next to me when I was doing my cardio and they just wouldn't shut up about relationships. I don't remember the exact words exchanged between them but one was married and the other had a boyfriend. At one point in the conversation the one with the boyfriend commented on how little he was making now and saying some shit about him not getting her a new car, the other then asked about she ex who apparently was fucking loaded because whenever she mentioned him it ended up with her in a dreamy voice commenting about expensive ass shit he got her. I also leaned alot more than I needed to know about Windex's cleaning power. I was just trying to get through my workout but I just couldn't ignore the exact stereotype of the person I imagine a 30 something housewife being and her "Still looking for the right one." BFF.
I did have a really nice workout though, it was funny because I didn't shower for about 3 days before going and OH MY GOD was it bad. I couldn't imagine what it was like for everyone else because whenever you smell your own BO it's about 3x worse for anyone around you. I was sweating so hard that after my workout I looked at the little slidey ski machine and it was drenched, took me 5 paper towels to get that shit dry.
Well tomorrow I'm probably just going to work out again, look for a job, watch some youtube, and possibly play some World of Warcraft, my friend got me back into it and it's really good and really bad in alot of areas. I leveled up a warlock and am getting mixed emotions pvping in full heirloom gear, I do alot of damage but at the same time I'm a glass cannon, hell I wouldn't even describe it as glass, maybe moist towelette.
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