Nothing wrong with working out and staying in shape, but sometimes people take things too far, and the muscle chick is one of those people. She is like a walking, talking, big, bulging muscle.
For the most part she keeps to herself, which is awesome. You could not ask for a better condo neighbor. That being said I don't converse with muscle chick. I only see her. She wasn't always so ripped. She used to be just well toned, and she also used to have a boyfriend. But it seemed like when she started bulking up the boyfriend stopped coming around. Maybe he was intimidated that she was more manly than him? Maybe she curled him. Who the fuck knows.
Next door to the muscle chick is the lonely chick. She really, really keeps to herself and rarely even goes outside. No one comes over to see her and I think she only goes to work and comes home. I've talked to her once when the condo association was doing this light replacement project. She seemed stunned that anyone knocked at her door and was super excited to have someone stop by. The entire time she was really chatty. I sure hope she doesn't hang herself in there. Maybe she should get a cat.
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