this is...

just like when you have to take a shit and you hold it in and you get a stomach ache because you wont just GO
. . . . .
it's the same as holding verbal diarrhea in.
sometimes you need to bleh bleh
all over the place.
holding shit in makes your fucking stomach hurt. you get cramps, you are in pain.
you are busy, you know, doing something...so busy that you cant take a few minutes out of your day to just sit in peace and POOP.
do you have any idea how unhealthy this is?
you. YES, YOU!
now i'm not saying you should just fucking let loose and have it spew all over. but it also isn't good to keep it all locked up.

but still, there has to be an appropriate way to dispose of such things, right??

too much thinking and not enough doing.

if i could give you a piece of my mind i would. this is supposed to sound ruff and tough
i dont think i want you to think that i could care though.

when you're sliding into first and you feel a great big burst diarrhea


hanging on..

to every little thing i can.

sometimes i wonder who the hell have i become?



out of shape

get back on it.

first of all, no one will change unless they are ready to change. so you just keep on doing what you're doing and the rest will follow. promise.

secondly, remember when you're in a pose...when it's been a while since you've been there...when you're having a hard time stretching into it. remember to b.r.e.a.t.h.e. remember how good it felt when you held on. how great it felt when you finished. just remember that it is so so good...


it's so strange

to have a dream about an old friend whom you hardly think about/communicate with. to recognize joy in their face thru a dream. to wonder if there was a reason behind seeing that joy. to wonder if you ever really let go all the way like you thought you did.