Sweaters are better than sweating

I realize I am becoming that girl who only posts every once in a while and each post becomes more and more vapid. But...oh well.

So I went to the gym Friday (!) and I did an hour on the elliptical and sure enough, I was confronted again on my exercising abilities. I must look like a crazed woman on that machine, because this lady, who was wearing a shower cap out on the gym floor, did NOT believe me when I said I only went an hour on the machine. And I was like, "Um, no really. Just an hour." And she practically yelled, "That was more like two! GIRL! You bad!" I giggled and thought, "Bad? Am I bad? Is that good? Do I want to be bad? Why am I so white?" I then walked away and pondered joining a new gym where people don't talk to you. Ever.

In other news, I have discovered that I really, really love winter clothes. Which I think is odd considering I really hate the entire winter season. Christmas, while fantastic, doesn't make up for the snow and freezing temperatures. Why can't we have Christmas when it's a warm 75 degrees out? Jesus did.

Anyways, I went to Kohl's tonight and forced Alex to watch me try on coats (I'm currently hunting a brown wool pea coat) while constantly wandering away and oohing and aahing over sweaters. Brown, pink, striped, corded, fuzzy, cowl neck, turtle neck. You name it, I wanted it. All the while Alex smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, baby. I'm sure you'd look cute in that." Which is why I date him.

I eventually left the store empty handed, even after finding some fantastically cute blue running pants. But sadly, Kohls decided to hate me and not have any mediums in stock. And I didn't havce time to go to the OTHER Kohl's in town, because I needed to get Alex home so he could school old men in basketball. Besides, I needed to spy on people unobtrusively through the internet. Myspace, it is myfriend.

P.S. I went to a casino for the first time this weekend. I officially don't get it.