<--- Thinspo for the dayI'm sick of retarded people. I'm sick of this body. I'm totally done with DVD Pilates. Fuck that shit. My internet isn't apparently up to date enough so it won't play the video portion, and let me tell you, the audio portion is very unhelpful. The lady talks forever about good concentration and good breathing and being calm and then leaps into doing a whole bunch of shit that I have no idea what she's talking about.
"And upppp and reach to the ceiling and don't move your ribcage and then rolllllll down each vertebrae and then breeeeattthheee andoneandtwoand ouuttt and then up and out and outout and breeeaathhhee..."
I have no idea what she's doing. I need video. You can't just assume that I know this shit. The DVD says "quickstart pilates". That doesn't mean for telepathics only. Fuckin' bitch.
It doesn't help that I was already pissed at Josh. He called this morning and was asking me if I had the number for one of his old roommates, because he had a router that was Josh's that he never returned... or something. He said that because he didn't get it returned to Clearwater, he now owes them eight thousand dollars. And he wanted me to pay that off using his Citizen's account back home. I'm really really hoping that he's just being a douchebag, and he's not seriously 8 grand in the hole, or I'm gonna have to kill a bitch. Pam is pissedddd. I am too, don't get me wrong. I'm going to marry him and he's going to demolish all of my good credit.
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