i got a job at at a gym, and i can't help but feel like a corporate rat now. my last gym was all about actually being healthy and the people that worked there didn't look like they had on a pound of makeup. for example, i was in the breakroom when the mandatory hot foreign girl comes in and sits next to me. she already has a lot of makeup on, and then starts putting on more and telling me that it isn't even helping because she feels like crap and so must look like crap. i hate people like that who are hot and know they're hot, but put on makeup and talk about looking like crap to make us uglies feel better. a pox on thee!!
so even though i feel healthy because i treat my body right (except for the occasional drunken binge)and eat right, i still feel like i'm not good enough because i'm not a size zero.
my roomie situation isn't going as good as it could. bluntly it sucks ass. i can't stand this girl i live with. she's a germaphobe and doesn't want anyone to touch anything. if i close a window, she look sat me like i'm a bitch, even though all the other windows are open, it's dark outside, and the central air is on. i used to let her do whatever she wanted pretty much, and now i just want her out of the house. she fights with her boyfriend at least twice day, and each time she drives off all pissed off and comes back in an hour. at first i thought it was funny. i would think "oh look, she's all pissy again because he doesn't like it when she busts up vicodin and snorts it. what a dumb bitch." then she says that he's trying to control her when he tells her not to do that.
now i'm just annoyed because she keeps doing this crap and makes huge scenes out of nothing, and usually she's the one that screwed up, not her boyfriend. she seriously thinks this is all funny though. she jokes about it later and likes it when she leaves her guy at taco truck and makes him walk home. it really makes me want to slap her.
then she keeps using my stuff and bitches at adam for no reason. using my stuff wouldn't be an issue if she would let me use her stuff, but she doesn't and i refuse to be held at a double standard, so i took al my crap from her. plus she broke some of my stuff too, which also pisses me off. i really want he to move out, but until her boyfriend (who we also room with and is adam's cousin) breaks up with her, i can't really do a whole lot.
we've both resigned ourselves to hating each other silently (i'm sure she hates that i'm not as clean as she would like and that i usually disagree with her when she gets in her gay ass fights) which is fine by me.
so for now, the air is a little more tense when she's in the house, but everyone is quiet about it. i feel as though i'm stuck in that game clue, with everyone sitting around the fire, looking at each other, waiting for the next move so they can make their own. it sucks.
in other news, i finally saw all of the city of lost children, though i do need the engligh sub-titles. ron perlman was awesome in thi role, and i love dark french films. they're awesome. i also saw fear and loathing in las vegas for the first time and i really was unimpressed. i felt the guy was hypocritical in talking about how acid make people think they were opening themselves up when they really aren't, and then he gets all deep and philosophical, thinking that he's opened up when he really didn't (according to his own admissions).
i guess that's the end of my little rant off, i've got to get ready for work now.
