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My maturity has really gotten the best of me. I'm putting my new body work addition on the back burner. Hopefully temporarily. But for me, outta sight, outta mind. In the next week I have family coming in to stay a while, and friends visiting. I should spend the money on the friends and family. You know, memories and crap. I maybe stuck with these damn scars for the rest of my life.
The Italian cooking class I am assisting is going famously. It has turned into a test of Chy's patience to NOT squeeze men's brains into a foamy grey substance seeping from their ears. I'm making progress. In 3 weeks I will be so zen around ignorant fools. Actually, it has more taught me how to not micromanage people. I will be an amazing ruler of the world with these skills. And I'll make a mean fococcia.
The blob below my knees is slowly melting into a calf. That's right, a muscle. I'm proud. My calf hasn't looked this good since highschool soccer. And, I have what you can loosely term a 'waist.' That elusive beast has never been seen around before. Unemployment is doing wonders for my body.
I'm celebrating Valentine's Day by moving through 26 poses, twice each, in a hundred and sixteen degree heat. I'm gonna sweat like a caught child molester, while breathing like a banshee. I call it the 7th layer of hell. Other's call it Bikram yoga. We all have our own ways of celebrating love.
My brother broke up with his girlfriend. I am so happy. She was a succubus. Soon he'll hopefully move back to Seattle after his electrician's apprenticeship. Then we will resume the reign of Chy and Nate. I miss my brother.
The Italian cooking class I am assisting is going famously. It has turned into a test of Chy's patience to NOT squeeze men's brains into a foamy grey substance seeping from their ears. I'm making progress. In 3 weeks I will be so zen around ignorant fools. Actually, it has more taught me how to not micromanage people. I will be an amazing ruler of the world with these skills. And I'll make a mean fococcia.
The blob below my knees is slowly melting into a calf. That's right, a muscle. I'm proud. My calf hasn't looked this good since highschool soccer. And, I have what you can loosely term a 'waist.' That elusive beast has never been seen around before. Unemployment is doing wonders for my body.
I'm celebrating Valentine's Day by moving through 26 poses, twice each, in a hundred and sixteen degree heat. I'm gonna sweat like a caught child molester, while breathing like a banshee. I call it the 7th layer of hell. Other's call it Bikram yoga. We all have our own ways of celebrating love.
My brother broke up with his girlfriend. I am so happy. She was a succubus. Soon he'll hopefully move back to Seattle after his electrician's apprenticeship. Then we will resume the reign of Chy and Nate. I miss my brother.
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