why men/boys are fun
i was at the gym today (o yes, o yes) and i was one of maybe 3 girls compared to at least 12 guys. this is actually irrelevant to point out. but anyways, i swear some of the males there did not even touch a machine/weight/anything. they walked around all puffed up and stared at their muscular progress in the mirror. it actually made me giggle out loud to watch one guy roll up his sleeves and check out his chest in the mirror. i mean... honestly. i had never been to a public gym before and i was so taken aback to realize that the stereotypes are true. i love how things like that continually surprise me. it really is how everyone says it is.

but i guess i shouldn't talk. i often spend ridiculous amounts of time just poking my tummy fat and jiggling my thighs.

sidenote: "thigh" is a really gross word. it seems so meaty and gross. i hate thigh. EW.