My place
I live next to a trash chute.
Yes, it's true. When I first moved into my apartment, I didn't realize what the occasional clanging noises were outside to one side of my wall. I came to realize that around the corner outside of my apartment is where everyone dumps their trash down the chute, and I can always hear it in my room. Just my luck. At least I don't smell anything. The trash chute isn't the only problem I have with my posh new living arrangement. I get frustrated when I go to the in house gym and find it packed with people sweating to "NewsHour with Jim Lehrer" or if i'm lucky, the CNN Situation Room. The complex REALLY needs to think about expanding their gym. One treadmill?? Come on!!
I thought about running ahead of the old man to beat him to the treadmill, but my manners got the better of me. I let him have it. Sometimes I wish I was meaner.
Don't get me wrong, there are perks to this place!
The continental breakfast every morning, but I have to force myself to pass it by. I would rather start my mornings off guilt-free of a carb overload. The free breakfast offers white bagels (yikes) and white pastries (double yikes). No doubt complete with ultra fat cream cheese and butter to spread. It must be a scam to push residents to crunch it in their ultra small treadmill-less workout room (I can't even call it a gym).
As tempting as it looks, I completely bypass the second floor kitchen so I won't have to spend all of Grey's Anatomy jogging in the stifling workout closet.
As long as I have my love for carbs and brownies, I will have to keep working out so that I can enjoy certain indulgences without packing on pounds, but I think it is worth every bite. Some genius anonymous person said, "forget love, i'd rather fall in chocolate".
Yes, it's true. When I first moved into my apartment, I didn't realize what the occasional clanging noises were outside to one side of my wall. I came to realize that around the corner outside of my apartment is where everyone dumps their trash down the chute, and I can always hear it in my room. Just my luck. At least I don't smell anything. The trash chute isn't the only problem I have with my posh new living arrangement. I get frustrated when I go to the in house gym and find it packed with people sweating to "NewsHour with Jim Lehrer" or if i'm lucky, the CNN Situation Room. The complex REALLY needs to think about expanding their gym. One treadmill?? Come on!!
I thought about running ahead of the old man to beat him to the treadmill, but my manners got the better of me. I let him have it. Sometimes I wish I was meaner.
Don't get me wrong, there are perks to this place!
The continental breakfast every morning, but I have to force myself to pass it by. I would rather start my mornings off guilt-free of a carb overload. The free breakfast offers white bagels (yikes) and white pastries (double yikes). No doubt complete with ultra fat cream cheese and butter to spread. It must be a scam to push residents to crunch it in their ultra small treadmill-less workout room (I can't even call it a gym).
As tempting as it looks, I completely bypass the second floor kitchen so I won't have to spend all of Grey's Anatomy jogging in the stifling workout closet.
As long as I have my love for carbs and brownies, I will have to keep working out so that I can enjoy certain indulgences without packing on pounds, but I think it is worth every bite. Some genius anonymous person said, "forget love, i'd rather fall in chocolate".
posted by Lois Lane at 10:52 PM
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