R&R?
today was yet another productive day in unproductivity. my friend, "r" (i'm trying to protect the semi-innocent) and i had intended this day to be a day dedicated to catching up on our much neglected work of reading & writing. instead, we lived up to our first name initials and wasted the day away.

first stop?: tres LA. "r" needed a gym membership to a "premiere" gym in culver city. one hour... BAM! gone. it felt like my friend was joining a cult:

gym rep: please sign our guest list so that we can give you a tour of our gym.
me: i'm not going to join. i'm here for moral support.
gym rep: and how come *you're* not interested in working out? (U.N. TRANSLATION: hey, you cardiovascularly challenged schlump! drop a $100 down and $50 a month so that you can sweat with a bunch of strangers in an enclosed, artificial setting. screw running in the streets outdoors. you want to run on a machine simulator while watching television and comparing body parts with other strange fellows.)

i had to lie. i told him i was a member of a rival gym to shut him up. i still had to give my friend an hour of moral support, though.

they asked "r" ridiculous questions like, "what are your workout goals?" "do you want to work out to change the way you look or to just feel good?" DID THEY REALLY CARE? i thought they just wanted a minimum of $100 down and $50 a month. the world is in shambles with a dumb fuck like dubya in the white house. aren't there larger questions in life to ask? just give a good deal so that he can sweat in peace (and i stress IN PEACE) and let's get on with it! witnessing this noxious exchange made me think that there is some significance to people's desire to be couch potatoes. perhaps it's a conscious decision to not want to be a part of the underfed, overworked out masses that try to aerobicize their asses off to look like they don't eat a sandwich. shit! eat a sandwich! L.A. has too many skinny girls walking around in need of a sandwich! i eat sandwiches! give the skinny people a sandwich!