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i haven’t been feeling quite myself lately. i feel like, a ghost. i know that sounds uber gay and grandiose and who cares. stress-related, mostly, when i peel away all the superficial things i worry about and engage in purely for entertainment crutches, carrying out my boredom exercises. i do so much bullshit that i shouldn’t just because i know i can. it has its effect on my person, people around me, in between the debauchery and secret ridiculous endeavours, i have this blog thing here where somedays it is just nothing but abuse, negativity and being chastised for everything in between all that, it’s like, no relief. ever. can you imagine that? a blip in my email, a live shitty comment when i’m out distracting myself from how miserable i am right now and because it is constant you lose yourself in it and have to decide now, do i fight my millionth battle about my hairstyle? or do i just approve and ignore? having my character assassinated time and time again from a virtual stranger, fuck i dunno, it really is true i guess that every time you talk about me, i win. so why should i care?
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as lois pointed out to me while we were driving to hamilton (oh man what a goddamn hell hole that place is) the people who dog me, dog me out of fear. you traipse around like you ain’t a fuckin’ trainwreck yourself, that’s the funny thing. me? do i tell lies? do i pose as anything other that what i am? how is this false having nice hair, pampering myself, taking care of myself? it’s fake going on adventures and meeting new people and having platinum hair. did it not occur to you that this is a business? and long black hair might not move product as successfully as mega blond can? goofy f—ing pictures of me in a tree with a can of pabst with long gnarly tumbleweed black hair isn’t exactly a streamlined image and you know, people treated me like DOG SHIT when i had black hair. i can never fucking win. i look like this or that, you dicks always have to make a shitty comment about it. i bet i can find 40 things wrong with your appearances inside ten seconds. with pleasure. though believe it or not i prefer to make fun of people for more creative reasons like choice of clothing, because you CHOSE to wear those stupid pants, it was an act of intention. i like to make fun of personalities too, type As are a great and most deserved target cos they try soooo HARD to appear like they’ve got in together. they so don’t. their worlds crumble when they run out of things to organize. boring.
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i’m trying to be a type a person and i tell you, it’s fucking insanely depressing. boring. superficial even. yeah for sure my blond hair is a fake out, doesn’t mean i don’t look good with it. i am not letting the blond slags go by the way, this is my blog my diary i don’t know when the people decided they could just own me and talk about me like they’re in charge or something. your shit is rude, it is rude to tell someone i liked you before. it’s a blow to discover how much society is lacking in filters, intelligence, and accountability. i call you on it, don’t make a fucking battle with me and get defensive. you put me under a microscope ALL the time and i take it and take it but you, you can’t accept being wrong. that’s so little of you. ok i am bored of this now.
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shasha is an amazing man. i was even blog spotted by a cool chick, hey vivian. i was posing for a photo beside these bread ovens declaring that i bet i could fit inside one whilst simultaneously making hugely HUGELY offensive references about them and then i hear LOOK IT’S RAYMI HIII RAYMIIIIIIII! egoboner!
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i better hurry this up i have an important business meeting after this. i’ve already done my nails coral. polish name guava. i can’t wait for more spring pastels because i am a princess cupcake girl nerd. i am shapeshifting.
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holy crapola do i ever look retarded. what are the odds of selecting a hat in the same shape as a hair net? they also had beard nets. i was going to put one on but then shasha pulled me away to give me a present. a teddy bear. i tell you, everything about yesterday, business as usual. completely normal. shasha said there’s a video on youtube of him being rained down on by cookies. cookie rain. kris and were like I WANT A COOKIE RAIN TOO. haha.
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something right out of edward scissorhands right there. learning how to put stamps on cookies is a science. there is no way i could figure that out. those are all new agey imprints i think one represents playing hacky sack, patchouli brew recipe, love etc ha ha oh hippies gotta love ‘em.
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who gets recognized in a bread factory in etobicoke? this guy. yeah yeah i blogged about it a few times but she didn’t see it.
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more of these later on.
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yesterday was an adventure blitz. blitzkrieg.
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hung out with a vegan. ate like one. maybe i’ll try it out for a bit? i’m going to go george costanza with a twist of jim carrey in yes man (hilarious movie) and say yes to everything. uh except for that.
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first time at this fresh even though i pass it all the time. bbq burgers.
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i smothered mine in that hot sauce they have. lots of it. as usual i was warned against too much. pah. that’s pussy talk.
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alrighty roo i have laundry folding to do, shower, power outfit creating, and it’s early to bed tonight cos will be on camera tomorrow for the globe at TMR they’re doing a feature on me and casie and social media. by the way, i am mega more toned. i can do chin ups now. i am throwing myself into working out and fitness like it’s nobody’s business it’s the only thing keeping me together right now and i love seeing results. i have to figure out a solid outfit for tomorrow. suggestions?
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i sang will you still love me tomorrow and i hammed it up megawattage-guy. there was a girl who sang better than me but she was cheesy as shit. they did a bait and switch though, next week it’s up to $500. annoying. no grand prize winner last night. whatever.
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i also sang la isla bonita and danced with all the drunken ladies. we had this one tailer, an older woman, totally cocked and sloppy. sloppotomous (the situation is a burn wordsmith) for real. this old lady wouldn’t leave but i could tell she had the sadness so i let her hover. i am nice like that.
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i was nervous. drank through it. russia might make me an official rusky based on the amount of vodka i consumed last night.
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my hair was retarded from boot camp. so glad that i showered before working out. i have never been so pink and red from a workout before. well that’s not true, it’s just never happened before in front of so many witnesses and cameras.
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i’m like those kids on american idol with the moms. i roll out with four moms and they all take my picture. show party moms.
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ran into an old galfriend from way back in the day. her purse matched my mom and i’s nails.
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i love my little bees.
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we danced. there is nothing like dancing in a restaurant fashioned like the movie serving based on delinquents working in cagney’s style chain restaurant holes. everything was ironic to me.
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i pretended to be shy and sweet and they fell for it but lois said she knew what i was up to. lois is the best she reads my blog all over and gives me great input. she liked it when i said i’ll leave this on a positive note and say nothing. oh snap.
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she asked me about the american cos she was there when we met and i said i was completely over him. yeah i am a total kaBOOM mess catastrophy from him but it’s over and i shouldn’t even be speaking about him now, that was way too dangerous talking territory and indulgent. i was going to use him for two days when he came back here then tell him to go fuck himself. i don’t think it’s even worth it now. i should thank him for the skinny though.
woah time warp.
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can you believe how much of a prude i was then, i never posted this cos i thought it too racy. puhleaze guy i’ma recreate this one full on newd next time don’t think i won’t.
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that’s a can of blue light affixed to my wrist. yes, i have always been amazing.
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what a clean cool stud babe eh. don’t worry we’ll get back to that someday but we’ll be angelica houston faced. nice steven segal long hair piece i have out eh. ha. more like coming to america eddie murphy rat tail.
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my beautiful old view. whenever people said mean things to me or about me i would just look out this window view smugly, like a princess, and look at hot young frat boys, or tan on the balcony when i was uber emo, make ridiculous drinks and dinner plans, i don’t know where i’m going with this.
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reject photo, there were others i did post from this time.
movie timewarp now.
gibson showroom in vancouver. that’s brad. this was quite the week.
then the gala dinner. it was magical. exclusive.
earlier that summer i went to thunder bay for the first time.
family day tomorrow. i have convinced a fancy hipster guy on facebook and all his friends to come to the shasha open house factory adventure tomorrow and my dad too even. HUGE! it’s going to be so weird and hilarious and early. he’s bringing his own 5 mark d 2 whatever camera yawn. we are going to be soul mates. he just sent me a photo of himself hodling some literary function in a tuxedo at hooters. kismet.
just trying to get as many things off my laptop as i can, doesn’t hurt to spread around some content.
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see you at the FIREHALL. i have a reserved booth and comped dranks. join us.
GETTIN’ SLIZZARD!
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time for a timewarp post fuck yeah livin in the past RUUUUULES! rolling out a new blog post series, uh, whenever i get around to it and it’s called, THE LOST DAYS. maybe we will come up with a better title for it, who knows, don’t bank on it. this one in particular we will call THE LOST VISIT. this is from mid march, back when i was 26. (unofficially) dating the red flag, steph came to visit for a week blah bla etc etc i never posted these pics because they weren’t very flattering and they got lost in the fray of my manic life at that time. it was near st. pat’s, i was also two-timing with another guy i just remembered. working at the central, my blog, men, me, the mtv party oh right i was burlesque dancing also i was basically trying to juggle everything at once and it wasn’t happening. well it was for a bit.
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my idea. it’s just around the corner again and that still fits me.
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steph is now engaged to a guy she met through my blog ahahahha nerd. just kidding. guess who gets to take credit for their union from now til the end of time, and to their kid too oh man that is going to be the fucking best. ryan, her future husband, and i have been online buddies since 2003. that’s right, i put up with his shit for that many years. then i met her. then he drunk emailed me about her then, like anybody would, instantly forwarded it to her and he was like noooo ultimate embarrassment. but it worked. she fell in love then moved away to thunder bay. this blog makes true love happen.
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the tickle trunk back then. way less cluttered seeming. red flag gave me that flower.
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hot.
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i looked like this wicked brassy hair. it wasn’t as brassy as it looks in photos but still it was pretty orange yellow. i was still going through lifting the colour phases gradually so as not to destroy the hair. it was getting gnarly in the ends. part of why i lost my game around april was because i cut all my hair off. when spaced out hippie spinsters go on makeover shows and sob their heads off when their to the floor length braid is snipped off, that shit is real. the day of you’re in shock but as it sinks in throughout the weeks and months to come, fuckin’ right i was miserable. long hair was my identity for years. like one who hides behind glasses. oh well. it’s growing back all soft and perfect now so it’ll be my destiny once again, always is. i am also amazed that i was able to use my laptop on my bed without it bursting into flames and shorting out at one point in time. wow. look at my beautiful hand and nails.
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these were the worst because look at our thighs. high bed angle from below, try to avoid having your photo taken on my bed like this. ever. always. forever.
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who went home from my party with that emo cupcake painting?
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those pants don’t fit me at all now. the hat i lost, at mitzi’s one night.
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i just gave myself bangs too. that was a big deal, changed my whole perspective on shit. well not really i’ve done bangs so many times before. the funniest part was this fucking twitter chick lost her mind about it and got mad kifey, we had a confrontation at the mtv party casie invited us all too and we wore peach berserk dresses. i was a scary skinny courtney love skeleton but my dress was fabulous. this hater girl with bangs got drunk and passive aggressive surly it ruined my day. if you can’t handle being out-shined, shine brighter then.
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haheh so cute and dopey.
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gnarly hair see why i cut it off. my top was platinum and the ends were gathered up bindles of hedgerow.
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showing her the national post profile on me where i can’t even remember what i was saying, and was misquoted too hah.
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i wanted them to meet, the chemistry was palpable. steph made me look cooler, therefore more appealing, henceforth we dated a little longer.
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ahahahahaaa ah. i am glad i don’t do the peace sign anymore.
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it was a pretty white trash afternoon. it was awesome.
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then we went polak. i like the polish district of roncessvalles it’s like, uh, ok? i’m going back to whatever bar me and mel went to a couple weeks back to flirt with that bartendress (she was perceptive to all the stupid things i said) and play crappy music on their jukebox (they have terrible selections).
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the hot pics just keep-a-comin’ i am wearing those socks right meow.
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i noticed that the booths match the couch in my room, same family of furniture set. my couch is meant to be a take your shoes off, put your boots on hallway sitting implement.
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gill i know for fact i left these at your place in a bag of stuff please look for it.
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keira gave me these. i gave them to casie. melodie said i can’t wear them anymore because i am always wearing my hair and it’s too much. see how someone can influence you just like that.
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then we went fubar.
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all good now.
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ooh ooh i spy a dimple.
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look look. oh mhmm very nice.
and now i look like this. i dunno if you can call looking better dibs because i never know how to view myself. i have image issues BIG TIME. not to mention people daily telling you how you look and only acknowledging the negative comments. it really does warp a person.
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def tired looking and a wicked marilyn monroe zit. when i was red flag skinny i was underweight and i habitually (obsessively) weighed myself on his wii fit, i got lighter and lighter. i told him i am trying to get back to red flag skinny, oh i had you at your best then? yeah i think so. no, he goes, you were too skinny then. what? no i wasn’t! now the kind of skinny i am i like way more. i feel stronger, and i also don’t weigh myself. i am not going to weigh myself for another two months and i know whatever the number is will be a reflection of good health and fitness.
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decided to see my moms.
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i missed my work out today but it’s alright i assaulted myself all day long yesterday. 3.7 miles on the elliptical, 200 calories, wicked fast clip. then i did a lot of weights, more cardio stretching and worked out with my mom too. saturday, tomorrow, bootcamp. i will bringing this thing called THE NOISE.
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i bought this for my mom, guess when, guess where. guess what guys i saw things and did stuff! some of us have sick fascinations, morbid curiosities, sentimental reasoning being the base culprit.
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that new hippie nailpolish. a lot harder to get off.
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weird salami salad from the counter. good weird.
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i am in a depression.
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stew and i this night wandered around yonge dundas square through barricades of police news trucks firetrucks ambulances more cops on foot cruisers parked, we shared a joint throughout and were only annoyed we had to make a detour west of yonge parallel a street down. we had time for jack astor’s and drank through black swan sat in the loser front row like crackheads gunned on large diet vodka cokes. then we went to the beac to continue the shit show.
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i can’t tell time in 24:00 format. that pissed off my engineer mensa-iq ex a lot. i have a collection of these papers because i have to make one every time i check the go train schedules which i can’t remember because i am one of those adorable bumbling creative types who step off a sidewalk curb into a pink fluffy cloud down to dumb luck capital city population how did i make it this far in life hahha. anyway, i should start saving these, frame them and have a show. i tried to save one at my dad’s but he threw it out. these numbers are important numbers. how to be famous on the internet right there kids. (yes it’s a wine stain).
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i am dealing with my present anxiety sadness by doing a lot of cardio and weights. i got up off the couch and did a hundred curls lateral raises squats flies push ups lunges, went zen and realised i am back to being flexible again. i did a session on my mom too, she’s pretty fit. i pushed her to go as hard as she could. i’m going to bring her to TMR soon, brother too. family day! also don’t forget about the shasha bread factory OPEN HOUSE tour this family day, sign up and join me please while i stuff bread and cookies in my mouth. i like weird pursuits. i pursue the weird. while i am trying to steer my slutty brand over into asexual territory i need new activities for it that align. there’s also a secret hidden reason for it in the back-end i’ll tell you when it happens.
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i change my nail polish practically daily. at least 6 times a week. on a scale of one to mental where does that sit?
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i’m thinking of coming back out for saturday night, the firehall is having a karaoke contest kicking off their saturday nights and if they pick your name and you sing the song you pre-requested you can win $250. yeah, i’m doing it. taylor the managress chatted to my mom and i over our nightcap wednesday night after emmas. taylor carded me i was like, are you serious? momentarily nervous she stood her ground. i dragged my heels all the way back to the car to get my expired passport with my mom’s SHE’S ALMOST 30! ringing in my ears. i said MOM I’M ALMOST 28! i knew she threw me under the bus cos she was jealous i got carded like that. it was only because we ordered one glass of wine like we were going to share it then i threw in the extra glass like a total minor would using their parent as a shield. it’s alright though, i accidentally said my mom’s real age to one of the dude friends in her crew. baha.
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remind me to steal this lipstick off my mom before i leave. she’s trying to get me to go shopping. i always whine to go to f21 when i’m out here and she always says no (i don’t put up much of a fight i have enough shit and blowing money is just a past time, things don’t make me any happier) but last night and today she keeps suggesting it so i know that she knows i am in hell. which is what i said last night on the couch then erupted in a river of tears with only my head exposed out of the couch throw blanket floating crying head, fantastic visual.
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making friends everywhere i go. there are an abundance of late boomer white dudes all over this neighbourhood. or maybe it’s just that i only ever go to bars. dad , this guy was in a beatle cover band.
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my hair was long this night, felt longer.
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check my legs nice toothpicks. i am going to come out of this depression a prize champion cage fighting gladiator skeleton. i’m white as hell too.
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not the greatest (mom where are the others?) i want to train my mom and uncle together. my uncle mike is obsessed with his body and positively OCD about working out. hmm how familiar-seeming is that? i am a good trainer/coach i have zero qualifications or certificates but whatever, i’m smart. i wouldn’t make you lift a boulder or anything. not yet anyway. speaking of uncle mike it’s his birthday on tuesday so he wants to use his cafe du lac prize sunday night. must call and make arrangements for him.
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then i dressed like macaulay culkin.
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uh weirdly unflattering i have no idea how to make that vest work. maybe at a snooty garden party.
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cabbage patch figurine face.
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bizarre.
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firehall this saturday, tomorrow night. bronte. see you on the mic. i’m going to top this performance, same song.
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it’s no secret that this lil minxer’s arms are getting skinnay. here’s why.
my comrades.
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i throw myself into these sessions full throttle. i cannot imagine my life now without fitness. maybe being a lazy pathetic sloth worked for me for a time before, but not now. now, i need that ish.
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every saturday it’s modified so you don’t get bored. ever. yet using some of the drills you learned before you kind of know what to expect and it’s super easy to pick up and follow along as you go.
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i was very proud of alyssa for showing up i’ll ask her for a full honest review after i post this for a follow-up.
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even some old guy did the re-energizer with us. i was impressed. even though i was better.
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that’s alyssa on the right, casie’s friend on the left. me, i dunno who or what i think i am.
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oh i know, i have this anxiety breath exhalation i do a lot, you may notice it someday. we’ll be talking, or i’ll awkwardly be steering the ship and then i’ll go hoooooooooooo really quietly and probably put my hands on my hips maybe it’s just that i probably motor-mouthed for ten minutes straight and forgot to breathe. it happens.
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this day i felt was a significant skinny day. the beginning of lovesickness.
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push-ups are my nemesi. sometimes i am good at them, sometimes totally weak-ass.
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the man behind me pushing that thing is doing my favourite station. reminded me of the strong man (iron man?) competitions. so is. i want to ace it. i’m already there but i want to push it way faster and i want gloves to pull it faster too without scraping up my palms.
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this is on one of the new fliers.
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come to mama.
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destroyed it. my mom is walking around feeling her mom arms saying, “i need to go to the motion” while eyeing my slender new arms jealously. she is part retarded like me so she can’t get the full name out right. close though.
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you pull it all the way to yourself then you push it like an ox.
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it’s a piece-a-cake but it’s also challenging.
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we have a new trainer at TMR now too called the RUSSIAN NIGHTMARE. hahaha. going to brand him up like CAN YOU HANDLE THE RUSSIAN NIGHTMARE. while i’m training with james we watch him training a client and wow, i saw him like, jump in the air and do a mortal kombat spiral tornado twirl in the air then a kick one hand to the floor 360 rotation jump flip tuck i don’t know the fuck what but it was just for fun. he’s also really little. we’ve never been introduced but i know he watches me out of curiosity. who is this tall blond euro looking giraffe girl running for her life on the treadmill? he reminds me of the infamous psychotic olympic coach that held the girl with the sprained ankle who won USA the gold. there is just no way not to draw that comparison when i look at that guy.
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i am getting jacked to hit the elliptical once i’m done this post now. these things work.
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look at all the hard worker bees.
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i could do that ten times in a row.
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i have papa eyes here. tiny and burnt-out.
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this one is great if you go zen you can really work it and your core, lift up and over going back and forth between arms. time it to the music.
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don’t forget to smile.
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more smile!
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the step alyssa is on is so high wow. didn’t notice that before. or i did but forgot. go us.
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hahah i look hot.
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hot mess, hot.
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peace and lightning bolts.
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bounce from one to the other to the middle and back again. bouncing somehow is exercise. breaks up the monotony too.
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don’t forget to have fun though.
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i look like icicles.
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i thought aqua eyeshadow would be a good time.
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oh great that’s james sneaking up behind me.
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getting in trouble. not really i was just laughing here.
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someone on twitter was like are you pushing a lawnmower? haha yeah. people never think before typing in arbitrary dumb lazy questions into twitter knowing some idiot will answer. i am guilty of this a lot, usually just with songs. WHAT’S THAT SONG WITH THE GIRL IN THE HAT AND THE SMILE? THANKS TWITTER!
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step class. you get an element of everything on saturdays. speaking of which i am going so CONTACT the motion room if you want to go to boot camp too this saturday, or call:
6 4 7 – 3 5 1 – 8 6 7 1
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gee i wonder what happiness is like. ha.
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better be careful or my face will stay that way.
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pose stepping. i’m actually working out here. yes you too can look this good and stupid at the same time. while working out!
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take mini breathers when needed.
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try not to trip up the step.
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i wonder what alyssa is thinking back there.
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i don’t really like the ball of sand thing anymore. i mean i like it but i don’t like raising it. i gather that mentality is what got my arms fat in the first place. anything you hate doing is the thing that will fix the trouble area you have on your body. seriously. who likes sit ups? how many of those people who didn’t raise their hand have washboard stomachs? exactly.
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so just shut up and do it basically. when i say no to james he just looks at me and so i keep doing lateral raises and leg lifts (worst!) because i know there is a goal here.
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these photos are two weeks old now so i am even trimmer. it’s a day-by-day results system with me. nothing tops your trainer telling you mondays wednesdays and fridays you look little, and then two days later littler than the day before. this is why i am an egomaniac right now. warranted cos i am earning it yes? i think this is also why no one gets along with fitness people. they are tunnel-visioned obsessed and only eat alfalfa sprouts and on their days off do yoga. (i am in the middle of trying to land someone like this right now hahaha).
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my dimple just punched you in the face.
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i am going to start thinking of fitness choreography for a video here pretty soon. which girls will be in it? april, britt, casie. abc hahahah.
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more importantly what do we wear? i want to rip off the girls next door video. ok buying it. purely for research purposes obviously.
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arm looks fat (obsessed) that shirt is a shrunken small so that isn’t helping. laughing here because i growled at jeff after he gave me my smoothie and i pounded half of it. yes, animal growled. it felt right and it felt good. see what noises you make this saturday.
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you start visualizing yourself as some thing out of x-men, so strong could hurl boulders though brick walls. i wonder if i can beat up my brother yet.
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or pin him. see this is when i had eyebrows.
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eyeshadow of champs. surprised it didn’t sweat off. the globe is coming next week i have to get lots of sleep for it and a new outfit.
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hipster fitness tool.
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woah roots. my appointment was on monday, brennen was renovating so couldn’t take me this week. another area of obsession in my life is my hair. tragic.
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i was thinking i might dress like a fitness rainbow bright (raymbo) and casie as superman (she has a costume from wakestock) to show the globe how we insert fun into our social media worlds and campaigns i dunno, just a thought. the pics would look really cute. too juvenile, colleague?
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now picture me dressed as rainbow bright doing this.
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very amusing.
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this one kills your butt and thighs i love moves where i get to stretch my loooong legs.
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scary roots hahaha. spying on the birthday party kidlets.
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artistic. TMR are perfectionists. very new clean facilities, stylish, great atmosphere. everyone i bring in there immediately becomes hooked. tmr is on my brain every single day, if i’m not blogging it or there it’s a constant discussion with people, interested parties, when are we going again!? parties. it has changed my life for the good. at first i was like, what, three times a week for 3-6 months? no way. now? total way. totally. i’m dependent.
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cute alyssa awww. she wanted to do the 6am workouts. are you nuts girl! go at normal hours.
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you coming this saturday? how about the rest of you? it’s the last freebie bootcamp JUSSAYIN’.
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