Let's all hang out at the Chemical Plant

Today I had to return a fishing vest to a Sports Authority. (Damn you Sports Chalet, and your anti-fishing stance!) And the nearest one was in Burbank (sad face). The silver lining was that I got to use the ancient Thomas Guide that was left to me by my Grandfather. Dana (my boss) gave me the address and according to my 1991 Thomas Guide, instead of a mega mall a chemical plant sat at 1900 Empire Ave. And it made me sort of sad. I love factories. And as much fun as I had running around TARGET-Greatland (truly one of the largest TARGETs I've ever been in), I now have some unresolved romantic feelings towards that demolished chemical plant.

Also check out these dudes hearding sheep XTREME!!!

Yes you on the treadmill

When you are at the gym I am watching you. Don't be self conscious. Hardly anyone will hear about how you re-adjusted your sweat pants lower and lower after every set of crunches. I will tell no one about the tattoo that you have on your pubic bone. And I will keep all these secrets, Mr. At-the-gym-at- 1:30-in-the-afternoon because you are the reason I keep going back.
Who knows, maybe one day I'll come up to you and tell you how much I like your dance routine on the treadmill, and I would not want my loose tongue to keep us from being the best of friends.