I came home and changed my clothes and laid on the bed and wrestled with the idea of going to the gym, I finally got in the car. As if it didn't take enough motivation just to get in the car, there weren't any parking places! Come on people, its February, let's give up on those resolutions already.
I finally found a place and made it in the the gym, well..sort of. All of the treadmills, StairMasters and elliptical machines were taken. I wanted to just turn around around walk out. But I gathered the courage and headed for the indoor track. From the indoor track you can see the basketball court. I have learned that on Monday nights there are pick-up games all evening. So the indoor track is a mix of senior citizens and teenagers with a few ages in between. These girls sit on the indoor track to watch the boys...Dear Lord...is this how I acted? I don't remember going to the Y or sitting in to watch people play basketball but I could be wrong..I did a lot of stupid things. Love/Lust...or in this case these kids in Heat crack me up. Waving a gawking, and yelling their names during a game. man o man..That really makes me feel old.
Anywho, after I ran for just a little bit, I decided to go see if there was an elliptical machine open..And there was, I hopped on and had what we'll call a mediocre speed going. A man got on the elliptical beside me and he smelled like vanilla cupcakes! I mean straight up vanilla cupcakes and it made me hungry. I was caught off guard, a) because a man isn't supposed to smell like cupcakes and b) that is some serious torture when your in the gym and you smell cupcakes. I listened to my ipod and and tried to block out the smell, but it was like a bakery..and I couldn't concentrate. Cupcake man finally got down and my friend Meghan took his place.
The man that was just on there smelled like a cupcake I told her. O I thought that was you, she said. Nope...it was him. He smelled just like a Vanilla Cupcake. Our conversation turned to something else and we forgot about cupcake man....until, he walked back up and handed the lady on the other side of Meghan, a bottle of water...
Hahaha..O my word, Meghan and I had been loudly talking about how this man smelled like a vanilla cupcake and his wife was right beside us! She just looked and me and laughed.
O man, I'm watching the bachelor and Brad just rejected this chick..Ekkk, How awkward..Straight to your face..Um, not interested. Did I mention this girl was scared of a beetle? She said, she was frightened of the ones she knew would make a crunch sound if she squished them..haha. Freak.
O goodness, Freak Michelle has done knocked on his door, she a pretty girl, but someone needs to punch her in her face. Or at least slap her. She needs to ride on the crazy train with the people who push the racecar carts, the man who wanted a cheeseburger and the idiots who wear leather dragon backpacks.
A few quick Superbowl observations, Christina, just tell everyone you were drunk, it sounds better then saying you actually forgot the words to the National Anthem. Fergie, just keep rap talking, it sounds much better then you actually trying to sing with Slash. Usher...all I have to say Oooo Oooo O mY God.... I wish you would have brought little Beibs our to dance with you ..
Man I hope something better gives me some serious inspiration to write my next blog because I'm tired and cranky and now WWE is on and I do not want to see these men in their little panties running around the ring.
Good Night my peeps, I'm out..
Ash Wizzle.
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