cuttin' muffins

there are two stories here:

1. i just got back from the gym and the grocery store. i can't believe how many people are at the gym (please note i got there around 10.30). and then afterwards, how many people were full-out grocery shopping. it's crazy. it's like when you travel somewhere. how do so many people have the need to say fly to germany on a wednesday. or why is my flight to japan that started in mexico city so full. i had no idea there were so many mexicans going to japan every day. it always leads to my next statement: don't these people work? it's what i'm always thinking as i drive along 1st ave. at some weird pre-rush hour time where these people should be at work, not in my way.

2. in the section of the gym that i like to do cardio (it's away from the noisy weights and boys grunting, and often has yoga-style music playing) there were only two of us on the machines. the other people were doing mat stuff. anyway, i got on the eliptical machine right next to the other girl. the other two don't have a place for your water. so i'm huffing away, and then i smelled it. stinkville. and i totally tried to breathe through my mouth, but whenever i do that, i remember that that actually means you're tasting what you smell. so i literally was trying not to barf!

i really think farting's okay. in fact, i do it. :oD it's hard to believe, i know. but please don't fart at the gym. i have a sensitive nose.

now i have to change my msn name from muffin. it brings up bad memories.