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Gym Observations
Greetings, Earthlings! So I’m pulling a lifestyle change. Gettin my shit together. It’s going pretty well so far but I’m so distracted by all the funny things going on, I just have to share. 1. The makers of exercise equipment are biased toward tall people. The glare on the TV screen on my elliptical machine was so bad I almost got off. Oh to be short in a big kid gym. 2. I am small in stature but I am not small. I, however, know how to dress myself to trick all of you into thinking I am skinnier than I am. I am not one to judge another person’s weight. And when I’m staring at someone in the gym, it’s never because they’re overweight. I’m either staring because they look hella good and I’m staring with jealousy/wonderment or I’m starting because someone is wearing FAR less clothes than is in any way attractive. I’m not judging your weight, I’m judging your clothing choice. Be honest with yourself and just wear a t-shirt, ok? 3. Men and their posturing around each other is hysterical. 90% couldn’t care less what the women in the gym think of them, they want the other dudes to see gaze upon their biceps with envy. It’s so unattractive. Quite the opposite I think of their end goal. 4. Turning on the TV to TLC showing an episode of ‘My 600-Lb Life’ featuring a woman named Melissa is probably the best motivation I could have. Needless to say, I stayed a little longer than anticipated. Here’s to improving the journey. Hold on to your butts.
Really digging this album.
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Can someone explain to me…
…how all (and by all, I mean 4) of my ex-boyfriends happen to be engaged or married to people that are within 2 degrees of me? What is happening.
Barack Obama in an interview with ABC News (via nprfreshair)
The POTUS with the MOSTUS.
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“This is how Maurice Sendak sometimes sent his letters. Just imagine getting one.” (via Letters Of Note)
Pentatonix delivers a much anticipated acappella cover of fun.’s “We Are Young”
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Rad.
THREE WEEKS.
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