Archive for November 2009

Joining a gym that is.
From my lovely highrise office windows I look out to the sprawling downtown of the metropolis I live in and see a gym. People come, people go. I sit and gawk at them as I eat whatever leftover food I can scavenge from recent board meetings, usually stale chips (the undesirable, leftover flavors) and rancid peanut butter (which coincidentally isn’t so bad.. at first anyhow, then the rancidity hits you like a baseball bat to the face.) I watch all the pretty people go to the gym. Now I hope some fatty will gawk at me as I join the ranks of the pretty people who work out (PPWWO for short.) Read the rest of this entry »