so today i go to work out and find the door locked to the fitness center.
fuck that shit. i cant afford a gym. and because of the fucked-up-ed-ness of my knees i'm not allowed to go running. i'm not even supposed to wear high heels or dance. fuck that. but i can sacrifice running as i already hate it.
that glider machine was all i had damnit. i finally get into a nice routine and they lock the fucking door.
anyways, i might be able to convince my mom to do pilates with me. a girl at work started doing that and in a week she looks much more toned.
grrr.
oh well. ya live, and ya get fucked over a new way each day.
yippee! i love my luck.
com'n guys spread the luck around. let me have some once in a while.
fuck that shit. i cant afford a gym. and because of the fucked-up-ed-ness of my knees i'm not allowed to go running. i'm not even supposed to wear high heels or dance. fuck that. but i can sacrifice running as i already hate it.
that glider machine was all i had damnit. i finally get into a nice routine and they lock the fucking door.
anyways, i might be able to convince my mom to do pilates with me. a girl at work started doing that and in a week she looks much more toned.
grrr.
oh well. ya live, and ya get fucked over a new way each day.
yippee! i love my luck.
com'n guys spread the luck around. let me have some once in a while.
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sorry about yer knees and such
id offer you my luck but its horrendous.
best wishes