I'm not one to begrudge anyone their workout time, but when I drive my ass to the gym after work, and can't find a single parking space in a four-level garage or outside, I hate all of the other members of 24 Hour Fitness. Every. Single. One. Of. You. 
In other news, my alma mater / current workplace is not having a good time in media lately. I was idly reading the Willy Week online, and noticed that some undergrad student who got drunk and blew some other drunk undergrad student is now crying sorta rape. As in, he didn't pull out when she was done, and he said something romantic like, "Yeah, suck on it bitch." And then vomited. But not on her, which is good, I guess. Anyway, she's crying grey rape, even though she drunkenly texted him, knowing he was an asshole, then went to his room late at night and got naked with him. Blah blah blah, the victim is never wrong, blah blah blah. I have issues with this. Not personal ones, as I've been lucky enough to have never been raped or grey raped, but issues with personal responsibility when it comes to drunk undergrads. I think both parties are at fault, and I'n sorry it had to be splashed across the front page of the WWeek.
I also have a feeling that the writer of the article harbors some sort of resentment against my alma mater / workplace, as this isn't the first article she's written about the school and its not-so-stellar happenings. Was she a disgruntled alumna? A student from our rival institution? (Can it really be called a rivalry if neither side cares?)
Anyway, aside from my inability to get a workout and my frustration at drunk girls who regret their actions, life is pretty good. Except for the dead hard drive in my laptop. That kinda sucks too.
Enough with my bitching. How are all of you doing?
In other news, my alma mater / current workplace is not having a good time in media lately. I was idly reading the Willy Week online, and noticed that some undergrad student who got drunk and blew some other drunk undergrad student is now crying sorta rape. As in, he didn't pull out when she was done, and he said something romantic like, "Yeah, suck on it bitch." And then vomited. But not on her, which is good, I guess. Anyway, she's crying grey rape, even though she drunkenly texted him, knowing he was an asshole, then went to his room late at night and got naked with him. Blah blah blah, the victim is never wrong, blah blah blah. I have issues with this. Not personal ones, as I've been lucky enough to have never been raped or grey raped, but issues with personal responsibility when it comes to drunk undergrads. I think both parties are at fault, and I'n sorry it had to be splashed across the front page of the WWeek.
I also have a feeling that the writer of the article harbors some sort of resentment against my alma mater / workplace, as this isn't the first article she's written about the school and its not-so-stellar happenings. Was she a disgruntled alumna? A student from our rival institution? (Can it really be called a rivalry if neither side cares?)
Anyway, aside from my inability to get a workout and my frustration at drunk girls who regret their actions, life is pretty good. Except for the dead hard drive in my laptop. That kinda sucks too.
Enough with my bitching. How are all of you doing?
would that be the hollywood 24 hour fitness?