I need someone here to play with my hair. I deep-conditioned my locks this morning and they are so incredibly soft. Limp as a noodle... but SO SOFT!!!! Like... almost rabbit fur soft.
SOMEBODY PLAY WITH MY HAIR!!!
Anyone??
Love,
Katie
30 March 2010
Perfect Example...
Yesterday I put up a Facebook status that confused a few people... it said:
I then realized that absolutely nobody but may parents knew that I had just joined a women-only gym in Boston. I did! It's FANTASTIC!!!
Check it out: HealthWorks
The gym is beautiful, the classes are fun, the locker room is beyond imagination, the instructors have been rated #1 in Boston for the past 4 years, and as long as I'm wearing something that could be vaguely considered workout attire, I'm good to go!!
Now, it might seem like the presence of the opposite sex really isn't a big deal, but today there was an occurrence in my morning class that will serve as a perfect example of why my gym is so awesome, and why I will attempt to never work out at a co-ed gym ever again.
The Scene:
It's 6:15-ish in the morning. I'm wearing the same sports bra and tank top as yesterday, because yoga didn't really get me sweaty so much as sore. My instructor Eden has already made me laugh a couple times, and I'm sucking it real hard at Pilates, so it helps to have her cheering me up. After poor attempt to complete this one particular exercise with towels under my feet, she says it's time to increase the difficulty with a foam roller. I hesitantly grab the roller, stick it under my legs, and barely manage to budge while everyone else is making sweeping "pike" movements. No one's paying attention to me beside Eden, and she told me at the very beginning I wasn't going to have it easy, so at least I knew her expectations were low. Then, it happens. In my last desperate attempt to roll my body inward using just my abs, one of my legs slips across the sleek surface of the foam roller. It was... the most amazing imitation of a fart noise I have ever heard. I mean, no mistaking it... everyone in the incredibly quiet room had no doubt I had just farted, even though I hadn't. There was a slight pause, and then an uproar of laughter broke through the studio. Taking a queue from my jovial instructor, I announced loudly: "It was the foam roller! I swear!" Eden and the girls cracked up again, and before getting back to work, Eden said, "I like the new girl. She can stay." Once class was over, I went to introduce myself to Eden, since she seemed to know everyone else's name in the class. I told her I had a great time, and she responded, "Good! You're more than welcome to come back as long as you promise not to fart again." I giggled, told her I'd try my best, and went up to the locker room to change without a single drop of embarrassment.
That, ladies and gents, is why I would like to work out at this gym FOREVER, and never have to be a self-conscious exerciser ever again.
Love,
Katie
P.S. Today I wore my rain boots, and I walked in a puddle that was 6 inches deep!!! I burst out in the most joyous giggle ever known to man, and was stared at by many a disgruntled pedestrian.
I will never work out at a co-ed gym again... and you can't make me!!!!
I then realized that absolutely nobody but may parents knew that I had just joined a women-only gym in Boston. I did! It's FANTASTIC!!!
Check it out: HealthWorks
The gym is beautiful, the classes are fun, the locker room is beyond imagination, the instructors have been rated #1 in Boston for the past 4 years, and as long as I'm wearing something that could be vaguely considered workout attire, I'm good to go!!
Now, it might seem like the presence of the opposite sex really isn't a big deal, but today there was an occurrence in my morning class that will serve as a perfect example of why my gym is so awesome, and why I will attempt to never work out at a co-ed gym ever again.
The Scene:
It's 6:15-ish in the morning. I'm wearing the same sports bra and tank top as yesterday, because yoga didn't really get me sweaty so much as sore. My instructor Eden has already made me laugh a couple times, and I'm sucking it real hard at Pilates, so it helps to have her cheering me up. After poor attempt to complete this one particular exercise with towels under my feet, she says it's time to increase the difficulty with a foam roller. I hesitantly grab the roller, stick it under my legs, and barely manage to budge while everyone else is making sweeping "pike" movements. No one's paying attention to me beside Eden, and she told me at the very beginning I wasn't going to have it easy, so at least I knew her expectations were low. Then, it happens. In my last desperate attempt to roll my body inward using just my abs, one of my legs slips across the sleek surface of the foam roller. It was... the most amazing imitation of a fart noise I have ever heard. I mean, no mistaking it... everyone in the incredibly quiet room had no doubt I had just farted, even though I hadn't. There was a slight pause, and then an uproar of laughter broke through the studio. Taking a queue from my jovial instructor, I announced loudly: "It was the foam roller! I swear!" Eden and the girls cracked up again, and before getting back to work, Eden said, "I like the new girl. She can stay." Once class was over, I went to introduce myself to Eden, since she seemed to know everyone else's name in the class. I told her I had a great time, and she responded, "Good! You're more than welcome to come back as long as you promise not to fart again." I giggled, told her I'd try my best, and went up to the locker room to change without a single drop of embarrassment.
That, ladies and gents, is why I would like to work out at this gym FOREVER, and never have to be a self-conscious exerciser ever again.
Love,
Katie
P.S. Today I wore my rain boots, and I walked in a puddle that was 6 inches deep!!! I burst out in the most joyous giggle ever known to man, and was stared at by many a disgruntled pedestrian.
29 March 2010
Wordplay...
I love this man... I'm so incredibly blessed to have him as one of my besties.
If all else fails we'll get him and some of his friends out with us next time i come
and then you can charm them
and use them as your new pipeline to penis
culvert to cock
tube to testes
channel to chode
aqueduct to ass
highway to hotties
freight rail to sexual intercourse
BAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Love,
Katie
If all else fails we'll get him and some of his friends out with us next time i come
and then you can charm them
and use them as your new pipeline to penis
culvert to cock
tube to testes
channel to chode
aqueduct to ass
highway to hotties
freight rail to sexual intercourse
BAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Love,
Katie
27 March 2010
Detox extension...
I've decided to extend my dating detox at least another month. Partly because it's really not that hard to detox when the temptation doesn't exist (Yeah... meeting new people is on my to do list...), meaning that I should probably give it a go for reals, and partly because I've quite enjoyed it!
There is also the fact that I'm not quite ready for "Mirror, Mirror." My gym membership starts as soon as I move... so... YAY SUNRISE YOGA!!!
Love,
Katie
26 March 2010
Teehee...
I giggle a bit every time my computer tells me, "Your touchpad/pointing stick has been disabled, due to another device being detected in the area." It's a wonderful start to every workday.
Love,
Katie
Love,
Katie
23 March 2010
Poop Thoughts
Poop thoughts... courtesy of me and Brad. If you're already offended, don't read the rest.
Have you ever taken a poop so big that it makes you swear (re-swear, really) that you'll never have butt sex?
I love taking poops at work. Nothing like getting paid to poop.
Love,
Katie
Have you ever taken a poop so big that it makes you swear (re-swear, really) that you'll never have butt sex?
I love taking poops at work. Nothing like getting paid to poop.
Love,
Katie
Wanderings...
So last night I got a good night's sleep, finally. The combination of a mild coke zero addiction, daylight's savings, and discovering that Modern Family is GENIUS (once you get past the pilot) has led to several nights of insufficient sleep. Anyway, you'd think that I would have been out like a log, but it turns out my unconscious self had just been waiting to come out and play.
First of all, I woke up in the midst of a thought, which happened to be: "The tangerine is too far away this time." Where was the tangerine last time? Why did it move? What was happening that necessitated it being a certain distance from me? Also... I haven't eaten or even seen a tangerine in ages... so where did that come from?
As soon as that thought (and the subsequent questions that arose) had passed I realized that I had a song playing in my head. Which song? THIS ONE Do you know this song?? Apparently, I do. Turns out I have it on iTunes. I finally remembered that I had purchased it because I thought Jason Castro was awkward/adorable/hot and deserving of a little support. Perhaps my subconscious had created a scenario in which Jason Castro and I were falling in love again, and it turns out that the tangerine we both reached for was too far away during our reenactment. With the tangerine being too far away, he reached it before I did, and we didn't have that brushing of hands that led to our whirlwind romance. DAMN YOU JASON CASTRO AND YOUR LONG, MAN ARMS!!! I don't mean it. Let's just move the tangerine, and try this again.
Anyway, I got over the initial confusion, double-clicked the song on my computer, and hopped in the shower while singing along. Then, out of nowhere, I get this panic-stricken thought. KATIE, YOU FORGOT TO MESSAGE BEN BACK!!! I stood there under the water trying to remember if he had texted or Facebook messaged me, when I realized that he had done neither. Ben most certainly hadn't messaged me at all. So, then I start thinking: perhaps while I was fuming in my frustration about the tangerine thwarting my efforts to fall in love with Jason Castro again, I received a cryptic message from Ben... with just enough hope behind it to make me think that falling in love with Jason might not be the best idea. As I was waking up, subconscious Katie was rocking back and forth on the ground near the fruit stand, muttering to a confused Jason: "The tangerine is too far away this time... The tangerine is too far away this time... The tangerine is too far away this time..." As if the distance of the tangerine from me, and the timing of my text message, were omens of the disastrous effects of brushing hands with the man I thought I loved.
Which begs the question... why can't subconscious Katie get a break??
Love,
Katie
First of all, I woke up in the midst of a thought, which happened to be: "The tangerine is too far away this time." Where was the tangerine last time? Why did it move? What was happening that necessitated it being a certain distance from me? Also... I haven't eaten or even seen a tangerine in ages... so where did that come from?
As soon as that thought (and the subsequent questions that arose) had passed I realized that I had a song playing in my head. Which song? THIS ONE Do you know this song?? Apparently, I do. Turns out I have it on iTunes. I finally remembered that I had purchased it because I thought Jason Castro was awkward/adorable/hot and deserving of a little support. Perhaps my subconscious had created a scenario in which Jason Castro and I were falling in love again, and it turns out that the tangerine we both reached for was too far away during our reenactment. With the tangerine being too far away, he reached it before I did, and we didn't have that brushing of hands that led to our whirlwind romance. DAMN YOU JASON CASTRO AND YOUR LONG, MAN ARMS!!! I don't mean it. Let's just move the tangerine, and try this again.
Anyway, I got over the initial confusion, double-clicked the song on my computer, and hopped in the shower while singing along. Then, out of nowhere, I get this panic-stricken thought. KATIE, YOU FORGOT TO MESSAGE BEN BACK!!! I stood there under the water trying to remember if he had texted or Facebook messaged me, when I realized that he had done neither. Ben most certainly hadn't messaged me at all. So, then I start thinking: perhaps while I was fuming in my frustration about the tangerine thwarting my efforts to fall in love with Jason Castro again, I received a cryptic message from Ben... with just enough hope behind it to make me think that falling in love with Jason might not be the best idea. As I was waking up, subconscious Katie was rocking back and forth on the ground near the fruit stand, muttering to a confused Jason: "The tangerine is too far away this time... The tangerine is too far away this time... The tangerine is too far away this time..." As if the distance of the tangerine from me, and the timing of my text message, were omens of the disastrous effects of brushing hands with the man I thought I loved.
Which begs the question... why can't subconscious Katie get a break??
Love,
Katie
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