You are my pet peeve! You, the girl who works out in the gym with full faced makeup and perfectly coifed hair draping down over your shoulders. I mean-seriously? You are not here to work out, you are here to work 'IT,' and I am on to you! Oh, and by the way, you don't have anything on me nor are you making me look bad, you just look dumb. While my toned body is dripping of sweat and the sweet smell of tough chic heightens the boys' pheromones, you are on some elliptical with an invisible stick up your butt which makes your hair to swoosh from side to side while you stare into the mirror mesmerized by yourself. You're like a dumb cat.

 Don't get me wrong, I am always trying to give others the benefit of the doubt, and I try not to place judgment by coming up with the fact that perhaps this annoying chick is taking the concept 'you never know who you are going to meet' to the extreme, but give me a break! Curled hair, heavy eyeliner and lipstick? Obviously, she is at the gym in hopes of some sort of love connection where the only sweat she plans on breaking is not anywhere near a treadmill. Aww, my little pet peeve, how you make me laugh. Now get out of my way and take your self-absorbed fashion show somewhere else; this gym is not for prancers!

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