...I projectile sweated on the trainer. Which is as close as I've come to projectile vomit, which is also a distinct possibility given the INTENSELY PAINFUL ABSURDITY of some of these workouts. But when I'm cut like Mariah Carey (post-meth addiction), I'll be thankful.
Now I'm just back at the house watching Season 2 Episode 1 of The Wire with my roommates. Watching The Wire has led to a steep decline in my grammar as well as an unexplainable desire to sell drugs and/or be sneaky. I have the distinct feeling I will never do either of these.
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