Today is one of those days that make me feel as if there are no original thoughts, ideas, or actions. No matter what you do or think, it's already been said and done before.
Lest I sound like a lackadaisical and mopey fuck, that is not the case. Maybe it's because of the audiobook I'm listening to in my car, amidst the hum of traffic and the booming, thunderous clouds, my perception is amiss.
I'm concurrently "watching" this documentary about massive car wrecks on the Discovery Channel. Every now and then I will hear a number which must presumably be a death toll, and I am like, why were you going 70 mph in thick fog, dumbass? Fortunately, I've never been in a massive wreck, but I've had my share of fender benders. It is a nightmare, a recurring one that a large brown truck hits me from the passenger side and I veer into the median. Weird.
So I start my revised position at the club tomorrow, so wish me enormous amounts of luck. I've got some ideas for outfits to parade around in, mostly focusing on a vintage pinup style or Carmen Miranda-esque theme. What do you think? Cha-cha-cha?
I am so fucking goddamn sore from yesterday's workout, but I think all in all, it's a good thing. It makes me FEEL, really feel every tendon, muscle, and component of my skeletal system.
Curly hair rules, I'll say it again, especially after seeing Rosalyn's set. What do you use in your hair, foxy lady?
xoxo-Trixie
Lest I sound like a lackadaisical and mopey fuck, that is not the case. Maybe it's because of the audiobook I'm listening to in my car, amidst the hum of traffic and the booming, thunderous clouds, my perception is amiss.
I'm concurrently "watching" this documentary about massive car wrecks on the Discovery Channel. Every now and then I will hear a number which must presumably be a death toll, and I am like, why were you going 70 mph in thick fog, dumbass? Fortunately, I've never been in a massive wreck, but I've had my share of fender benders. It is a nightmare, a recurring one that a large brown truck hits me from the passenger side and I veer into the median. Weird.
So I start my revised position at the club tomorrow, so wish me enormous amounts of luck. I've got some ideas for outfits to parade around in, mostly focusing on a vintage pinup style or Carmen Miranda-esque theme. What do you think? Cha-cha-cha?
I am so fucking goddamn sore from yesterday's workout, but I think all in all, it's a good thing. It makes me FEEL, really feel every tendon, muscle, and component of my skeletal system.
Curly hair rules, I'll say it again, especially after seeing Rosalyn's set. What do you use in your hair, foxy lady?
xoxo-Trixie
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Its not WHAT you say its HOW you say it. Period.
And there is an infinite combination of words that have yep to be strung together in YOUR particular order.
If you wish I wish you luck I wish you luck, but you need not wish me wish you luck for I would have wished you luck anyway.
-Jam.