– Went to see an RMT today, and had my first “runner’s massage”. Ouch. I can’t believe I paid a man $50 to do something that felt like he was jabbing his elbow sharply, vengefully, with great angry gusto into my ass for 30 minutes. He told me that all my running is shifting my centre of gravity higher. He actually said the words, ‘your body is learning to defy gravity’. I like that thought. Maybe if I keep running, I’ll be able to float around. Maybe I’ll fly.
– After my massage, when I was getting dressed, I took a peek at my backside in the mirror on the door, thought of Nathan Fillion, and said out loud “how’d you like a bite of this green apple, America?” My days of not taking myself seriously are certainly coming to a middle. What if there was a camera in there? I should learn to save that sort of behaviour for home.
– Doctor Who season two DVDs had arrived in the mail when I got home. Hours of Tennanty goodness, in a shiny package with cybermen on it. Yum. Rose, I could live without.
– Rented Zach Braff’s ‘The Last Kiss’. I will watch it tomorrow.
– Tonight, I have received seven e-mails from an obviously very bored mezzo in Saskatchewan. Sorry about your intense boredom, sweetheart. Go… look at some… wheat… or something. I’ll have some work done on your site when you get home.
– Both
– Vaginas! Read the latest article from malaria-hating molecular biologist
– I really need to start planning, or at least thinking hard about where I want to travel on my time off. Hagia Sofia is a must. Kyoto would be nice. Everything else is negotiable.
– I really, really need to send in the resume for my own job posting. I hate writing cover letters explaining why I’m qualified to do the job I’ve already been doing for over a year.
And thus sent you everything I had while I have access to actual high speed internet. Nothing I made makes any sense, does it?
We will chat and then I will stop harrassing you. Maybe. 😉
… The Last Kiss is the only of my NetFlixes that I didn’t watch while doing freelance work last night. If I watch it tonight, we’ll kibitz! 😉
Master Shake would at least have let us switch all the DVDs and cases. Prince D-bag is lucky he had a super nice roommate who helped us move your stuff. So much potential there. Hey fucko, let’s see how well your Xbox works when it’s crammed full of doo-doo.
I’m sure we would have been only too happy to help you out with something like this.
She’s great. So tiny, so wee, and so willing pay 4 men to kick her ex-boyfriend’s ass in an alleyway.
-CP
If you do actually manage to figure out how to defy gravity, that song from the end of the 1st half of `Wicked’ would be a great anthem for you. Who’da thunk there’d actually be a song out there about learning to defy gravity? It’s very good.
C