07 April, 2008

a little dirty in the middle

"are you religious?"
"god, no!"


i just realised i dreamt last night about cupcakes. could we go back to my james bond dreams please? i would rather smuggle arms to africa and get shot at by bad guys than waste my precious subconscious snoozefest on fucking cupcakes. unless the cupcakes are sexy naked men, then fucking is definitely allowed.


today i did yoga. oh sure, only about 20 minutes of it, but i did it. my belly flab jiggled like jelly, my arms shook like a son of a biscuit, and i hyperventilated all the way through my downward dog, but progress was made. get thee in shape, wench! then you shall have a hot skinny body to go with your time ravaged face.

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