namaste, bitches.

i go through this phase every few months or so when i feel like a huge bum and become convinced that i am approaching epic proportions while simultaneously losing bone mass and will have osteoporosis, like tomorrow (thanks mom, for instilling a finely tuned sense of paranoia in me!). usually i mull over this unpleasant thought for about half a minute, eat a cheeseburger and move on. however, i felt sufficiently guilty enough after subsisting on cookies for the past few weeks (new dress=no money for groceries. i make good life decisions!) to start doing yoga again this past week after about a 3 year hiatus, and i have to say, there is something a bit discomforting about being surrounded by people who breath loudly with such intent while being instructed to contort myself in ways my legs just don't want to go. that said, it wasn't much of a workout and i really miss pilates. perhaps if i'm feeling ambitious next week, i might even attempt to bike to school. unlikely.

odds and ends: holy shit, listen to the godfather of nerdcore hiphop, mc frontalot's "rhyme of the nibelung": "I got invited to go see The Ring; I thought it were probably a musical aboot hobbits...the music's hella stupid it don't got no beats and that's the 22nd time I heard the leitmotif"