For P22

These words are my own (not really)

...Try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration(But it’s not coming easily)...

...Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know?...

...These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There’s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you...

That's all I got to say,
Can't think of a better way,
And that's all I've got to say,
I love you, is that okay?

The Gym

First, I'm alive.
Second, I hate gym grunters. If you've been to a gym, you know what I mean.
So, I'm working out this morning, trying to get my swoll on, and from across the room I hear some guy making all this racket. I just rolled my eyes. For one thing, we weren't even in the free weights room doing squats, it was the nautilus room. AND, he wasn't doing and super hard exercise, he was using the machine that works your obliques (that's your love handles for you fatty cakes out there that never go to the gym). Ridiculous.
It's not bad if these guys are at the Olympics and trying to get a gold medal. Grunt and hiss away. But if you're a 45 year old man that is balding and semi-overweight, don't come to the gym and grunt because there's a million other people in there that don't want to hear your sex breathing and nasty noises. GROSS.