Thursday, January 22, 2009


Sometimes I wish teleportation was real because then I could hang out with all my favorite people at once, or each separately, or any combination, whenever I wanted.

But then at least the people I love aren't scattered all over the globe.

Someone had WICKED b.o. in yoga tonight. I kept inhaling as deeply as I could, because that's the best way to manage stink, but you sweat in increasing amounts as class goes on--that's part of the point of it--and so every time my poor beleaguered nostrils got used to the terrible stench it got terribler. Plus at some point a far-away fart snuck its way in. I haven't checked but I bet most of my nose hairs got burnt off.



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