Everyone Who Reads Me Is Someone I'd

You Think You're So Cool Just Because You Can Walk!

Really? If I Could Hate My Trainer? That Would Be Ideal. I'd Prefer To Despise This Person With The Fire Of Ten Thousand Suns. So When I Walk - Nay, Crawl - Out Of Here At The End Of My Workouts, I Want To Lull Myself To Sleep By Picturing My Very Talented And Inspirational Trainer Getting Hit By A Bus. A Bus That I Am Driving.

Were I Forced To Describe This Woman In One Word, That Word Would Be...herpes.

When Did The Cell Phone Become A License To Be Rude? And Why Must I Be Subjected To Your Personal Conversations?

I Tried, It Was Hard, I Quit, The End. Story Of My Life.