Two very good reasons I don't work out on Wednesday nights.
This morning I sat in a glass box (at times, sealed) for an hour with a noseclip fastened on my schnozz and a tube in my mouth (at times, with no air), breathing in all speeds, forms, and manners.
It was deeply traumatizing.
(But hey! I'm ready for snorkeling!)
The best part, however, might have been when, as I stood up to leave, the respiratory therapist goes, "You only weigh XXX? I wish I only weighed XXX." Was she implying that I look fatter than what I really weigh or just being borderline inappropriate?
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C'mon fess up: who's watching The Real World Denver? Don't give me that Real World sucks crap (OK, Real World sucks), you know you want to see what kind of light MTV casts our wonderful city in...
I, of course, am watching. No surprise there. But god, I'm gonna be the first to tell you that it is soooooooo boring! The cast is lame. I hate the kid who wears pink wife-beaters and calls himself a playboy. He sucks and has bad posture. And the cheerleader girl - fugly. And the Jersey girl - ew. And so far, they haven't shown any place remotely interesting or unique to Denver. And what's with all the transition shots of horse-drawn carriages? Dude, this isn't Charleston. Horse-drawn carriages are not our thing. And there are lots of shots of the butt of the 16th Street Mall bus. Jesus, I freaking hate the 16th Street Mall! They totally aren't capturing the Denver scene at all.
That said, I'm still hooked.