ID

Every morning, this one chic that works behind the counter checking membership cards asks for my ID. She's the only one that does that. I go there almost every day. Either come up with a better way to verify I am who I am or freaking remember my face lady!

Long time

It's been a long time since I posted. I'm considering bringing the blog back. Hopefully, no one will actually read it. I think most of my posts are going to be around annoying people at the gym. Like the woman today who was using one squat cage and when I went to use the other, she said she's using that one too. Ummm, no lady. I'm married which means I can now tell you to go f yourself. :)