update: we went for our usual yoga hot af fish fry friday night combo, but tacked on an extra 45 min of what they call 'hitt' which stands for I dunno what but think hoooot yoga + free weights + lady gaga on the sountrack and it's hella hard. we did it the other day, stacked 2 classes of 2 types on top of each other, and these were shorter, but this time Ears barfed in the lobby by the front desk into the waste can after the first class. Lisa comes running to get me (I had stuck my head under cold water and was dancing to wham in the studio), he is down to dry heaving so I grabbed a vit water (that shit is koolaid) and got a little blood sugar into him, and he's fine (rub some dirt on it). And we - he, Lisa and I - were laughing our asses off. The last two times we did this (2x classes), both times he left both phone and wallet in the locker room and now this. but the beauty is he's in it, he'll want to go back asap (which is awesome for me, lucky). Ears and I know that if you force yourself down this particular road, you will feel a lot of physical discomfort, but in exchange you relearn how to laugh about/with discomfort. (life is hardcore slapstick.) we bailed on class 2 and ordered Insomnia Cookies
update: I wanted a pussy willow for dyngus day (this is VEGAS), so called around and found one, they held it for me, I'm expecting a bush but got more than I bargained for. fun fact - the fluff balls are called 'catkins' because their fuzzy, soft look resembles the paw or tail of a tiny kitten ("catkin" comes from a Dutch word meaning little kitten).
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| "Jeff" the pussy willow tree |
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| has a bush |
update: real life. hmm 🧐 how is the kid who can't drive yet going to pull that off? or the one with cystic fibrosis who is only 5? see this is why being reputable is all you can do anymore to be gangster because shitty and unreliable is the new good (enough). sigh. welp, I can smell Craig and his tools in the house (window replacements - I am keeping this man indefinitely), time to stop reading and just get to work
Still looking for a Halloween costume? Mercury's square to Mars in playful Leo adds a dare to the game: Tomorrow night, try on a quality that gets little airtime in your daily life. Go glamorous, gory, cuddly, ridiculous or mysterious. The costume can come off at midnight, but first you get to plan an evening as someone you rarely get to be.
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VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Costume suggestion: Someone disreputable. (shit, how did I become reputable??) A pirate, outlaw, jewel thief or rogue ...
oh, the hair thing, whew, I'm already there. please send more oppotunities to break glass 🙏🕯
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| update: I looked up the rest of the whole Rogue schmole. PLEASE 🙏 let there be a reason to wear that hahaha omg sooo much yoga you have no idea 😵💫🤣 |
