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4/02/02 I'm sick of the gym already. I'm not sick of working out, and I'm not sick of the buzz that I get when I work out, and I'm not sick of feeling good about myself that I'm taking care of myself. What I am sick of us the people who go to the gym, the outfits that they wear (which I am now somewhat forced to wear, or at least a pathetic variation of them), and the amount of time they spend looking at themselves in the mirror. I feel like I work out with the cast of To Live and Date in New York, or at least a bunch of people who wish they could be on that show. For the uninitiated, To Live and Date In New York is another reality television show which follows the lives of a bunch of single Amazonian women as they break hearts around most of Manhattan. Last night I witnessed Allison go out with a short, cheesy (He actually said, "Stop undressing me with your eyes.") man and flirt shamelessly. I recognized that she was only after this man for his money. He recognized that she was only after this man for hs money. Anyone with basic cable in the 212 area code recognized that she was after him for his money. And yet, she treated him as if she had a genuine attraction to him. It was fascinating. Methinks Allison is trying to parlay this show into an acting gig. There's also Sandra, a woman with such a packed social schedule that she actually hits the point where she must decide between going on a date or going to the Hamptons. What's a girl to do! She also hooks up with her former prom date, a "rock star" (He's in some band called Fighting Gravity. Never heard of 'em. Have you? Note to the band members: a name like that makes me think of the excuse a 50-year-old woman gives before she goes in for plastic surgery. I'm just saying.), backstage at a gig. She loves him so much. She wishes he would take her away from the Hamptons. She really just wants to be his roadie. OK, she didn't say that. I made that up. Of course I love this show madly. I just don't want to actually know these people in real life. And I definitely don't want to see their toned perfet asses bobbing up and down next to me as they mentally accessorize their outfit for that night's date. I'm thinking there's got to be a time of day that no one goes to the gym, and when I find it, I'm there.
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