DH + .5

Officially extending death hour (more commonly known as DH) from 1 hour to 1.5 hours. ESPECIALLY on Wednesdays (more commonly known as either Hump Day, or Death Day).

Time for a story:

For everyone that was wondering, I finally sucked it up and went to my normal gym, and obviously ran into Creepmaster (sipping on what I'm guessing was his 3rd protein shake of the day). Keep in mind that approximately a month ago I ceased going to this particular location for the solitary fact that he goes there. Of course after almost an hour on the eliptical, he decides to come over and say 'hey'. Clearly me telling him he was a CREEP wasn't a strong enough signal for him to leave me the eff alone. As I'm out of breath and drenched in sweat, he thinks it's a perfect time to strike up a conversation about why I haven't been at the gym (I still have 7 minutes left of my workout, you ass hole).

C: "So, where have you been lately? I've missed seeing you around here"
M: "Umm, well (heavy breathing, wiping sweat from forehead) I've been doing this bootcamp with my co-worker, and it's been pretty hard, and has kept me busy"
C: "Oh wow, so....have you learned a lot of new things? I never see you using the weight machines here, so you must not really have a background in weight training"

......I wanted to SMACK him. Just because I'm not A MEATHEAD like you, and don't use machines, doesn't mean I'm a moron.

M: "Yeah, not really...it's more of just getting me to do the stuff I usually hate doing"
C: "Wow, that's so cool"
M: "Alright, well, I should get back to work, see ya"

......finally he leaves.....but when I get to my car half an hour later, I of course have  a text from him "Even completely hot and sweaty, you looked really great toinght"

Seriously, what more can I do here?? Wished I would have just had a garbage bag over my head.

Just one more thing:

I want to give a HUGE shout out to my boyyyy Snoop Dogg. Happy 39th birthday you dirty dog, you.     woof woof.