I’m at the dentist office and I’m a little tender because 45 minutes before that I was at the gym working out with my awesome trainer trying to get in tip-top bathing suit shape before my Hawaiian va-k. (side note: I have lost some inches, in my bust – not happy! See I can share unwanted information too.) Anyway, I’m talking to a gal in the office about working out (it’s funny how once you start going to the gym you become this monster who talks about bicep curls and the like) and she starts on this story about how she her sister was begging her to sign up for the gym with her, but she didn’t want to and then three months later her sister died and how she now regrets that she didn’t sign up for the gym because she could have all that one-on-one time with her sister. I’m sorry but what do you say to that story? I was very much thrown for a gigantic loop. How in the world did we end up going from bicep curls to sister who passed away suddenly?
This is just another case of someone throwing up a story on me that I did not want or was prepared for. Never before in my life had I been so excited when the technician called me back into the dentist lair, and never before have I gotten up from a chair that fast either.
CW
P.S. I also got rear-ended last night because some chic was on her cell phone getting broken up with by her boyfriend. I’m still really pissed at that girl and can’t really talk about it without wanted it smash something real hard.
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