On the Run Again

Today I did a Power Pilates class and then a Butt Legs and Thighs class at the gym. The instructor told me to avoid some exercises because she thought I was pregnant. I'm not. I guess I need to cut down on the sugar.

Tomorrow I go to Kripalu yoga retreat in the Berkshires with my mom. I'm excited for clean air. I'm going to get perspective on what I should do for the rest of my life.

When I have extra time at home, like at a time like this, I tend to watch a lot of Madonna interviews. I love the song, Causing A Commotion, from her Who's That Girl period.

And then to Montreal for a week. I am very excited, because I am kind of homesick. I've heard it's snowing there, though, so I think it will be a good kick in my pants. Whatever I decide to do, I guess I won't want to go back. Permanently.

Send Him Back

I am home in Montreal now, the first time since October and I love it. Everything is clean, green, calm and easy. It's taken me like 6 days to start to feel normal again, and I do, but I think I get extra cranky at the end of the night. Last night I was driving up Pins with three other people and I had been driving all day and really just wanted to go home and they did all this construction around the area and I was really confused and nobody would shut up so I ended up driving up a road on Pins the wrong way! A cab was driving about to hit me head on and it stopped and the cab driver started screaming at me and then this guy in the back of the cab knew my friend and everyone started laughing but I was still really annoyed.

BTW about a month ago I went to this Carribean resto/club in NY for Majbrit's birthday and I drank too much of Captain Jack's or something and cream soda and I ended up puking in my purse after getting out of the subway. As I am walking home I see this guy in a corner, wearing a black sweat outfit with a mustache jerking off and laughing. Still drunk, I screamed, "Ew!" Ten minutes later, I am almost at my apartment, I see the same guy jerking off in front of me, in a different part of the neighborhood, smiling and laughing. This time I say, "Why don't you go somewhere in private?" I spent the next day eating a cheeseburger from Comic Burger and watching Kids in the Hall and feeling like I was gonna die.

I saw a woman peeing behind a truck at the UN. Nobody else cared.

The only thing, it seems, that is not falling apart in and on body are my teeth. I went to the dentist today and they were very pleased. I have actually started flossing on a regular basis. The rest of me is not doing very well, physically. But I am happy. Golden Girls is getting me through.

atlantic city weekend!

running has ruined my life my ass and hips are so big now my clothes ride up and i cant fit in between chairs and tables and things.

i honestly blame it on running. nobody talks about how evil it is.

Texts from Last night:

(212): i want you now
(916): you need to stop dating girls with the same name as your mother...or stop drinking so much...I don't want to see this

strangely familiar.

My Free Time

More:

After a day of saving women, writing reports about how the recession is affecting women, all I want to do is stay home and watch this:



The song isn't that great but the visuals are.

A little background history to the previous post:

The first tape I ever bought (from the Cavendish mall) was Erasure's S.O.S. It was all ABBA covers. I learnt 'Take A Chance On Me' and tried to lip-sych it with my friend Jackie for the talent show (we were in grade three). We didn't make the cut.

I never really liked ABBA that much before. But they are good.

I have loved this song since 2002.

vOULEZ vOUS

I didn't realize they were THAT good.