yoga is my other boyfriend

Yoga is my other boyfriend. No matter how much time has gone by, there are still things in yoga I cannot do or understand. And I am still so in love with it. It engages me, challenges me, and loves me back. Not a bad relationship at all.

And life is like a pomegranate. Super messy, leaves you stained, tedious, but sooo good for you and worth it. Right now, my life is about the flannel sheets on my bed. I wonder if you have flannel sheets on your bed right now. I hate tap water. That sounds so spoiled and narrow but hear me out. There are so many toxins in that shit. We wash our clothes in it, bathe in it. All that chlorine, fluoride, and gasp-arsenic enters thru our pores. Well whatever. Maybe I do sound spoiled. At least we have “clean water” that doesn’t cause cholera epidemics.  Soon the days of having elders around who remember being able to go down to a stream and drink the pristine water will be gone. Im happy to be conscious of the disease causing compounds in our tap water but fucccck, it sure makes showering a different experience. And my flannel sheets…well, they’re just perfect.

            Its almost noon and im still in pajamas. Oh and the pajamas are flannel too. Damn, homegirl has the whole flannel theme going on! and did you notice I don’t use apostrophes unless Microsoft word inserts one for me. Some things you just gotta let slide. Like apostrophes. 

            I had my nursing school buddy Jackie pham (I like saying her whole name) over last nite. She sipped champagne while I sipped chamomile and we watched “the lovely bones.” Effin creepy. You remember, its based on that good book about the 14 year old girl who gets murdered by her twisted neighbor. I guess the movie is in the “thriller” genre. No, not MJ! Thriller as in scary movie, duhhhhh. If Jackie pham hadn’t been here, then I would’ve turned the movie off as soon as the scary music started. Im a total whimp when it comes to the creepy films. I don’t do creeps. No thanks. Ive seen enough disturbing shit and experienced an adequate amount of horror in my own la vida loca to wanna see it rendered on screen. But I wasn’t alone, so I was brave and watched the damn thing. Good movie. I’ll just never see it again. But you should. if you’ve suffered losing a loved one to a nasty murderous crime, maybe don’t watch it. Just saying.

            Well now it is past noon. And yes, im still in flannel.
cholera? yeah. alot of it. click.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/18/opinion/18sat3.html?src=twrhp