Done Modeling
Ha... When you select "Blog This" from Flickr it uses the title of your picture for the title of the post. It couldn't be more perfect.
Done Modeling!
I'm done...
Blah freakin' blah.. yea, yea, the physical practice is always there, it doesn't matter what pose you are on, oh, I can do my practice in my mind... blah freakin' blah...
You know what... I can't even entertain the idea of Paschimottanasana...
You know what... that SUCKS... it sucks big green you know what's...
I'm just sick and tired and I feel like that picture over there...
Sick... that's what I am.. sick... work sucks.. work is too hard... why do we have to work? I know I should divorce The Husband and marry someone rich... then I don't have to work... come on, I could get someone rich.. why the hell not, I'm cute... and I can fool 'em.
Ah, who am I kidding... I've bee with rich... money don't buy everything.
Okay, I feel like this because I'm down in the dumps because I can't do yoga.... yea, thats it... I can't do yoga.
Why oh why do I feel like there is a striking resemblance between my current spasmodic and completely irrational feelings and the rantings of an alocholic ala "Dry" -- scary.
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P.S. K -- I finished both of them... liked Dry better.. prose is nice... wit... have you read his others? Lost Heartbreak.. can't find it in the bookshelves... was one of those books like yours out in the cabinet in the hallway. Must be here somewhere.
Done Modeling!
I'm done...
Blah freakin' blah.. yea, yea, the physical practice is always there, it doesn't matter what pose you are on, oh, I can do my practice in my mind... blah freakin' blah...
You know what... I can't even entertain the idea of Paschimottanasana...
You know what... that SUCKS... it sucks big green you know what's...
I'm just sick and tired and I feel like that picture over there...
Sick... that's what I am.. sick... work sucks.. work is too hard... why do we have to work? I know I should divorce The Husband and marry someone rich... then I don't have to work... come on, I could get someone rich.. why the hell not, I'm cute... and I can fool 'em.
Ah, who am I kidding... I've bee with rich... money don't buy everything.
Okay, I feel like this because I'm down in the dumps because I can't do yoga.... yea, thats it... I can't do yoga.
Why oh why do I feel like there is a striking resemblance between my current spasmodic and completely irrational feelings and the rantings of an alocholic ala "Dry" -- scary.
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P.S. K -- I finished both of them... liked Dry better.. prose is nice... wit... have you read his others? Lost Heartbreak.. can't find it in the bookshelves... was one of those books like yours out in the cabinet in the hallway. Must be here somewhere.
Comments
You're in yoga withdrawal, girlfriend. You hit the nail on the head. After I meet with our doc on Friday, I may be heading for the same symptoms...
Posted by: Lauren | August 9, 2006 11:41 PM
I know the feeling. I'm stuck in North Carolina until the 17th and NO ONE exercises here. There is no water and I feel like I'm withering away. depression is setting in and, wouldn't you know it, Insight by Joy division just came up on the random music player. ^%#$$%^@$%^$%&#!!!!!!!
I hear your pain, friend.
Posted by: the3dstickman | August 10, 2006 8:42 PM