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| Posted at 03:54 AM on August 28, 2008 |
I hate writing blogs -- especially ones like this because everything that has happened since I last wrote is so closely tied into...itself, really...that it's not suited to a linear medium such as this. I'd like to just barf it onto the screen and let you sort through it. But the more I keep stalling, the bigger this spinning ball of intertwined events becomes, making the likelihood of another update smaller and smaller.
To complicate matters further, I'm currently talking with my friend about her leaving her husband and running off with me as soon as he kicks it and leaves behind his small fortune. So, I'm distracted.
I suppose I'll start where I left off. A quick recap in case you can't be bothered to scroll down and read my last blog:
I had just felt the impact of not trusting my gut yet again and vowed to listen to my instincts next time.
Without going into too much detail, things at my yoga studio weren't working out anymore. Instead of leaving and finding a different studio despite by whole being screaming at me to leave, I tried sticking it out. It came to an explosive head in the second week of July, and I was told I didn't fit in with the superficial upper class suburbanite aesthetic.
Later that week, I sprained my ankle and fractured the sesamoid bones in my foot stepping off my bed, bringing my search for a new studio to a halt.
Less than three weeks later, still incapacitated by my injury, a friend forwarded me an email from the studio. The studio owner, the same woman who had brought the practice that had been my lifebreath to an abrupt standstill, had rubbed the new landlord the wrong way, and he had given her 30 days to vacate the premises.
Now, the studio is a few days away from closing, my foot is nearing the end of its healing period, and my credit card wasn't charged for autorenewal for two months of yoga classes I wouldn't have been able to attend.
I'm quite pleased with how that worked out.
Other than that, I've been keeping busy with some custom orders for ninja gear and squids. I've also started crocheting sperm.
Strange personal fact:
I put on my perfume right after I shower, even though it's usually before bed, because I just don't feel like me unless I'm wearing it.
To complicate matters further, I'm currently talking with my friend about her leaving her husband and running off with me as soon as he kicks it and leaves behind his small fortune. So, I'm distracted.
I suppose I'll start where I left off. A quick recap in case you can't be bothered to scroll down and read my last blog:
I had just felt the impact of not trusting my gut yet again and vowed to listen to my instincts next time.
Without going into too much detail, things at my yoga studio weren't working out anymore. Instead of leaving and finding a different studio despite by whole being screaming at me to leave, I tried sticking it out. It came to an explosive head in the second week of July, and I was told I didn't fit in with the superficial upper class suburbanite aesthetic.
Later that week, I sprained my ankle and fractured the sesamoid bones in my foot stepping off my bed, bringing my search for a new studio to a halt.
Less than three weeks later, still incapacitated by my injury, a friend forwarded me an email from the studio. The studio owner, the same woman who had brought the practice that had been my lifebreath to an abrupt standstill, had rubbed the new landlord the wrong way, and he had given her 30 days to vacate the premises.
Now, the studio is a few days away from closing, my foot is nearing the end of its healing period, and my credit card wasn't charged for autorenewal for two months of yoga classes I wouldn't have been able to attend.
I'm quite pleased with how that worked out.
Other than that, I've been keeping busy with some custom orders for ninja gear and squids. I've also started crocheting sperm.
Strange personal fact:
I put on my perfume right after I shower, even though it's usually before bed, because I just don't feel like me unless I'm wearing it.
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MayhemArts
10:47 AM on October 17, 2008
Tag, you're it! <br> <br>I just tagged you(HAHA)to share 7 random facts about yourself. see my blog for rules/details. <br>
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