If you'll permit me, I'm going to bitch a little, and then brag a little.
I hate doing these big workouts. I don't like having 18 pounds of dumbbell in each hand and having to lift, lift, lift and let it down slooow, and then lift lift lift once again. It is boring and makes me sweat through clothes. I seem to be in the shower all the time. I'm doing laundry all the time. I'm sore all the time. I'm frustrated all the time. I don't like being pushed, or criticized for taking too long of a rest. I don't like feeling as if I'm gonna upchuck when I do push-ups. I don't like being so tired all I can do is lie on the couch. I hate the fucking treadmill.
I like that my grey pencil skirt fits again. I like that I can do as many push-ups as a boy can. I like being on the couch with cats, Vogue, and blanky.
It's interesting that one pushes oneself to the point of being immobilized, and only then learns to sit still.
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I CAUGHT A PLANE TO SPAIN
WENT TO A PARTY DOWN A RED DIRT ROAD
THERE WERE LOTS OF PRETTY PEOPLE THERE
READING ROLLING STONE READING VOGUE
HOW LONG CAN YOU HANG AROUND
I SAID A WEEK MAYBE TWO
JUST UNTIL MY SKIN TURNS BROWN
THEN I'M GOING HOME TO CALIFORNIA
I'm not sure how apposite "California" is, but I like Emily's taste in music.
You were looking quite good on stage last night in that black outfit, Erica.
Emily and I share a psychoanalytic deep space groove, so I dig exactly what she's sayin.
I tucked my shirt into my pants last night. Neatness counts.
I missed another concert. I hang my head in shame. I look forward to seeing the coats...
I'm hanging my head in shame, and I was there!
Oh no! Me thinks you and I should find some songs to sing together. I think our voices bight vibe too.
I mean "might vibe too."
That sounds swell!
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