fuckin' shit, isn't it?

[Osbourne Kilminster]

so... like last saturday, some girl pretty much threw herself at me and I didn't rebuff her, but I showed no interest because I thought she had a long-term BF. Then I found out she didn't and then tonight, my mate text me to say she's out. Turns out she was in a different place to us by the time I got out and I wasn't fucking paying to get into two places. Gay as. What a jib.

[Sinnybuns/Mika]

Ah well, maybe you'll have better luck next time, hon.

[Osbourne Kilminster]

It gets fucking worse. Joy of motherfucking joys.

So that skank bitch from New Year etc goes to the same gym as me, I forget if I'd previously mentioned, and much awkwardness ensues when she's around. The fact that she's there, all staring and eavesdropping doesn't bother me so much anymore, but the guy who runs the gym is kind of a mate of mine (or so I thought) and keeps on making the kind of jokes and suggestions that don't help me out too much and make me actually think to myself "you know, dude, if the boot was on the other foot, I wouldn't say this kind of shit to you" all about going over there and pestering her for a shag and whatnot which I find completely inappropriate. Worse still, my ex of 5 1/2yrs is kind of a mate still and has resumed going to the gym and endured an awkward situation where she was there at the same time as the aforementioned skank, but the gym owner cottoned onto it and made even worse suggestions to me in front of a lot of people, including a girl who happens to be a friend of my ex.

I told my training partner, who works for him, that I'm pissed off with it and it got back to him and now we're not on speaking terms, so tonight I told my training buddy I'm cancelling my membership. I can't hang around there anymore with that fucking whore and then him winding me up and then blanking me as he is now. Fuck it.


Let's see how quick I can drop 50lbs now I have no gym.

[Sinnybuns/Mika]

You're not gonna drop the weight...and this shit makes me want to take a trip to across the pond to do some skank-strangling.  it doesn't help your situation to have lewd comments from Mr. Peanut-Gallery either.

In the mean time, you can always get the prison-workout from Ron if you're not gonna hit the gym anymore.  They can at least tide you over until you get a weight-set or find a new gym. 

Just don't lose hope, darlin.  I know life may seem shitty now and it may stay that way for a while, but remember we're all here for you.  You've got friends that care about you.