I live 2 miles from work. Today it took me over half an hour to get home. That works out to 4 mph. I'm not paying Tysons-style rent so that someone walking backwards could beat me home. There are just too many cars on the road, and too many assclowns blocking intersections and deciding at the last possible second that they want to turn left too. I definitely felt like this guy.
Then, I decided to go to the gym a little early today at 8pm. I hate having to wait until 9pm to go, because I don't finish until nearly 11. When I got upstairs, all 5 benches were taken by Hans and Franz types who were doing 20 set progressions. Harrible.
My lease is up in May and as of today, here is how I see my options:
a) Buy a condo in NoVA
b) Use the down payment that I would have used on a condo to buy a ranch in Montana where I can watch my M*A*S*H DVDs in peace
c) Return to my roots and buy a hovel in Guyana. I may get attacked by a gang wielding cutlasses, but at least they still cook plantain the right way down there.
Most regular people would say it’s hard...
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