This woman I train is basically a brunette version of Paris Hilton. She's just awful. She's way too skinny to need a personal trainer, though I shouldn't be complaining because she's paying me for my time. But how irritating can a person get? I'm over her constant whining about how her money is taken advantage of and how she is sick of meeting playboys. Today was the worst though: she brings her smelly little pink haired poodle with a rhinestone collar into my studio. Who the hell brings a goddamm dog into a studio? My poor assistant had to dogsit for an hour.