siggggghhhhh.
well, post hungover meltdown this morning i rode up to my sister's and went to bikram.
goddamn, i needed that. i love bikram because you just sweat and stretch and sweat until you literally feel like you got your ass kicked in the most zen, amazing way humanly possible. we're going back wednesday, i cant wait. i think tomorrow ill go for a run (ie- slow jog) and ride some more. i just keep looking at myself in the mirror and im stunned at how, i dont know, mushy(?) ive gotten. i just look puffier i guess. its not like, i want to starve myself into an emaciated twig or anything, i just miss MOVING. i miss waking up and going for a run or going to bikram and starting my day already having accomplished something. i feel so stuck and stagnate here in austin, and since i have to be here for at least another six or seven months i have to make the best of it. so fucking a, if people want to bitch at me for going home early and sober so i can go running, or riding, or to yoga in the morning they can go fuck themselves.
after yoga (and an AMAZING shower) i rode to spiderhouse and met my fam, friends, drank an americano...went to liberty, saw my darling ladies (NONE of which even noticed i wasnt drinking and NONE tried convincing me that being sober was stupid. my girls rule, fyi)....home at 9pm. watching "the vice guide to everything" and actually really stoked on it.
i guess ice cube said it best, but fuck it. all in all today...well. you know:
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