I’m not blogging today. No, you can’t make me. I have not had a good day and I don’t feel like it.
Ok, I’ll tell you about one thing. I went to a weight class tonight at the gym. There were these muscle-heads in the weight room, thinking they were impressing us by getting in our way. One of them kept offering to help me with the big, heavy weights. *simper*
Now, if I wanted to rest and watch other people pick up heavy things, I guess I’d watch weight lifting on tv (do they do that on tv?). But no, I was there to…oh, I don’t know…LIFT WEIGHTS?? So what would make some sweaty moron think it would make me all atwitter to have him come unload the plates from the leg press machine for me? To make things worse, when he was done and grinning proudly at me, I gave him a drippingly sarcastic “Thanks. Whatever would I have done without you?” and he swaggers back to his sweaty moronic workout buddy and they elbow each other. Big grins. Ain’t he a stud.
Sarcasm is wasted on the stupid. Now, I’ve heard that sarcasm is the lowest form of humor, so what does that leave for these guys? I’m guessing in the humor department their appreciation is limited to bodily function jokes.
People keep asking me if I’m dating yet. I’m going to start answering no, I’ve jumped straight to hating random men. More efficient. I don’t have to put on pantyhose this way.
Damnit, there I went and blogged.
*sigh*