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11:07, Thursday, June 7, 2007
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The winter -Candle in the wind Two co-eds trecked towards me in less than amicable weather one late night home from work, around 12am. The couple was seemingly simply passing by when the boy swiveled and slid backwards on a thin sheet of ice in front of his girlfriend. She countered his cool by jack-knifing her arm out in front of her and flipping on her lighter. Why walk when you can run Two black boys, around 8 ears old approached a puddle, wide enough to be considered, narrow enough to walk around. They simulatenously took several strides and bounded over it as one. The spring My take on yoga I went to yoga class the other day. I had been puttin it off because it was the one at my gym, which is included in my membership but nonetheless I worried about taking advantage of it. I didn't want a some cracked up yoga hack messing with my delicate flexibility and balance. The girl who taught the class was nice enough and seemed to have her own grasp on yoga, for herself that is. But she kept forgetting to repeat the moves on both sides so we would have an even workout. You don't want any imbalance in strength and flexibility--that goes across the board for any kind of work-out. She seemed to have a hard time keeping track of what moves we were doing and had done already. I always hate the part of yoga at the end where they make you lie in "corpse pose" and "just relax". No. I don't do that. I can't just chill, especially in a room of 20 other "corpses". Aside from the bunker mentality, I just can't lie around and let my mind go blank. It doesn't do that. The only time my mind comes close to blank is when I'm watching TV or reading Star magazine. Then, only my eyes flicker. Even though she had been preaching about personal space earlier (among other things--one of which was happiness, how...original) she proceeded to come around to each of us and smear a scented jelly from our temples to our necks. Granted, it smelled damn good. But, she didn't even ask me! I could have had an alergic reaction to vanilla pommade. And the welts it would have left on my head afterwards definitely wouldn't be cured by deep breathing. Leave a Comment { Last Page } { Page 11 of 25 } { Next Page } |
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