Gym -ristocRats

I've decided I will most likely have a heart attack by the time I am 25. I am far too of an aggressive driver to have the job I have in which I spend at least an hour every day in the car, in traffic, I might add. I can literally feel my blood pressure rise when a car cuts me off, or is driving 10 miles below the speed limit, or even worse, this is my huge pet peeve that cars do- I absolutely flip a gasket when there is construction and it is clearly marked that say, the left lane is closed ahead, and so the right lane is basically at a stand still, but yet some asshole cars continue to speed all the way to the front in the left lane and then find a way to but in. Some of you who have driven with me are probably thinking that I, myself, am guilty of this. I'll admit, I drive a tad too long in the left lane, but I certainly do not go all the way to the front and expect other cars to let me in. I mean when I am not moving in the right lane and car after car continues to speed by me I just want to know why those cars think they are that much more important that they don't have to wait in line? What are their jobs they have to get to? What could be more important than making Jicama salsa for high school students while making their dreams come true? Nothing. Not a damn thing. That lime green Geo that managed to fanaggle his way ahead of me better have had a red cooler with a kindey in it for God's sake the way he cut me off today. I have to stop talking about this because I am getting pissed all over again.
New subject- I worked out...again! Two days in a row, I can already feel a workout-arexia disorder coming on. I didn't trip on the tread mill or drop a weight or anything. I did notice my work out pants that I found in the back of my drawer seemed to be a little better fit for a gym in Louisianna given the fact they only went to my ankles (too soon for a Katrina flood joke?... I didn't think so either. ) Everyone at this gym looks like they are a walking Scheels ad, the men and women have matching tops and bottoms and head bands and wrist bands and water bottles and I am obviously not a part of their elite club. I mean back at the Norfolk YMCA you were good to go as long as you weren't in cut off jean shorts and birkenstocks. I am a little out of my element with these fancy Johnson county residents. Even the toddler work out group I stumbled upon today was dressed better than me. I'll probs just buy some white t's and draw a big swoosh on them or something. It will look retro I bet.