- It's my birthday today. The only reason I mention it is so that you may supplicate yourself before me and render unto me what is mine. You know, in lieu of gifts.
- I did a 14 mile training run on Sunday. Hellacious. The forecast was for 90s and humid, so I got up early and hit the road by 6AM. Still, it was a rough one. SULTRY! It'll get better. It will. Won't it? I'm still on track with my Chicago Marathon training program. 154 miles down, 621 to go.
- My yoga class resumed last night. 10 days off and my hamstrings are petrified? Despite my inclinations, I think that makes me a genetic top. Oh well, I may not be the most flexible gay on the block, but bow to my balance, bitches. My tree pose should be filmed for future generations.
- "Tree pose" reminds me of one of my favorite lines from a Flight of the Conchords song: You're so beautiful, you're like a tree.......or a high-class prostitute. That whole song makes me laugh and laugh. And those two Kiwis make me wanna drop my panties.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Bullet the blue sky
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Happy birthday, my internet kindred spirit, fellow Gemini. May you have a year full of happiness. :)
Thanks, Mads! When's yours again?
Happy birthday! I'll buy you a kebab!
mmm... kebab. sausage kebab. I mean Happy Birthday MICHAEL! I will have to continue this later.
Thanks, Susie. I think I'll let you feel me up on the couch. You, too, Sam.
Re: Flight of the Conchords - GET IN LINE, bitch. I don't care if it's your birthday. Jemaine is mine.
HAVE A GREAT DAY. I love you.
Dutifully suplicating as I type.
I am one degree away from someone who was 10 inches away from Cheyenne Jacksons inner thigh.
That's the best I can offer as a "gift."
Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry, I'll still keep my regular job. And I'll listen to the Femmes today in your honor.
Yours, FG? You won't even share the bits you're not using at the time, Selfish?! PS Love you right back.
Putting "10 inches" and "Cheyenne Jackson's inner thigh" in the same sentence is almost cruel. In the kindest way. The gift that keeps on giving! Thanks, Jason.
Susie, why can't I get just one screw?
I plan to use all the bits.
OK, fine, I'll take Bret. It figures we'd both be into the big nose/big lips/prominent brow hyper-masculine look, seeing as you're basically a gay man yourself.
Since I don't know your e-mail address, I had to send your e-card to myself, but I thought it was the perfect one for you. You can see it here.
The battle to maintain flexibility is a constant one for me, especially now that I'm doing a bit of running (though nowhere near up to your speed). Just remember to breathe into the pose.
Breathing! It's amazing, isn't it? I think it took me the first seven weeks of yoga to figure that out. Now I'm finally figuring out about LENGTH when bending. Who knows what else is in store? I struggled with it for years, and suddenly I'm really digging it. Isn't that the coolest thing about life?
I keep pulling this page up, just to look at those boys. They're so hot. They're so flippin' hot.
Happy Birthday! Have a great one.
Have a special birthday! All good wishes!
My b-day is June 18. Only a few days to go!
They're so hot they're making me sexist.
Sorry to be so tardy, I wasn't near a computron at all yesterday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Thanks, lumpkin.
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