tales from the gym at hell:

[lolali]

Don't walk up to me you oddity of the human race and smile and try to talk to me. I know you instant message the girl who sits beside me every day and tell her,  "I like your jeans." And please, please refrain from using the weight machine directly behind my stair stepper when there's a perfectly empty one 5 spots down. I know what you're doing.

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[swingland]

sorry jenny. if its any consolation, when i go to aerobics class, i'm too busy getting the shit kicked out of me to pay attention to any tight spandex around me. we're not all complete assholes, i think. at any rate, i wish i could tell you something witty to do that would offset him but really the best thing to do is ignore him and if he ever gets noticably out of line, report his ass.

as for the dream, truly odd. i got nothing.

[lolali]

It's all good. Like I said, if he really wants to look at my huffing away like a giant elephant... let 'em.