How've ya been? Eatin' right? Gettin' your proper amounts of sleep and sunshine? Makin' sure you talk to your parents and/or illegitimate children every 10 days? If you answered Yes to any of these questions, then I ask you: you think you're better than me?!
Last Friday was Buddha's birthday, so I had a drive 'em up to a temple that's only open once a year for this glorious occasion. The drive was quaint and early, the shuttle bus was decorated with all sorts of loveliness and the walk up to the gate was serene. Unfortunately, the combination of my slight hunger, my mild fatigue and my impatience with certain aspects of my surroundings put me in a sour mood. I tried to wear a happy face-or, if not a "happy face," a "No, no, I'm not irrationally pissed" face. I think I did okay, but I certainly wasn't honoring the beauty of the day as much as I could have. I did see beautiful waterfalls and gorgeous woods-I haven't forgotten about that. I spent a moment inside the temple apologizing to Buddha for my temperament and asking if he by chance was able to help me flush it out lickety split so I wasn't such a wet rag. He did no such thing, instead leaving me to my own devices. I hold no grudges against him. I did not stay for the ritual lunch of 비빔밥 (bipimbap: rice and veggies all orgied together), but instead we left a little early and ate 순대 (soondae: blood sausage and intestines). Not very Buddhist of us, eh? Well, we aint Buddhist, is we?
Then Sunday I went to Seoul for a Sigur Rós show. I don't know much about them except that Jeremy Gladen did a movement piece to one of their songs about 5 years ago that I quite enjoyed. Only time in Astroglyde history a piece went with no words, doncha know. I sat with a gal I met 3 months ago and was pleasantly pleased that we still got along. She talked in a devil voice more often than most people and gave me a bottle of wine. Is there any quicker way to my heart? Well, maybe if you give me a skirt as a parting gift...which she did. Huzzah!
So the Insanity workout just never yields the results I'm looking for. But it's not Shaun T's fault, it's mine. He has a very specific program set up, and like they told us in sales school: "If you follow our instructions 100%, you'll get back 100%. But if you only follow 90%, don't expect to get 90% back." Okay, they actually never said that, but the sentiment was beat into our heads: Total compliance or you're on your own. I don't follow the nutrition guide, I skip a Saturday here and there (and there and there)...my bad. And I frequently engage in a drink 'em up. There's the rub right there, man. There it is right there.
Should I stay or should I go? Oooh, so many life questions on the horizon. Which to choose? What to do? Aye aye aye, Sailor.
Sometimes I think "Man, it'd be dope to never have to work and have all the money I need." But you know what? I'm not sure what I'd do with all that time and money. Not saying I wouldn't figure it out, I'm just sayin' it'd take some careful consideration. A long think 'em up.
I write a lot of fiction. First person sorta stuff.
Koreans won't hesitate to call you fat if they think you are.
Hearing Marco's music makes me miss him terribly. I'd like to get his ass into rehab.
I know I've said this before, but I'll say it again: if any of you have cool clothes you wanna send me, you're welcome to. I won't be upset. I'll even thank you. In song. Or a GIF if that's your thing.
Journal more.
Internet less.
Have a laugh 'em up, often and openly.
With that, I leave you to your motivations and cares.
Hug 'em up,
-LS^2
Jonno and I lookin' damn good.
This girl plays at every open mic we do.
I met Robert Downey Jr.
The best picture I got of Sigur Rós.
I was looking up "lightening damage" pictures.
Definitely been listening to a
lot of OFWGKTADGAF.
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