Friday, August 28, 2009

A series of meaningless posts

I've been in race the deadline mode for awhile... too long, which means i haven't been posting about anything except show topics for way too long. I think my readership here has gone down to... what - five of you now? LOL! Ooops.

Not that is was ever as large as the old blogs. But i don't think i'll ever have the time to post daily like i used to and that is definitely what it takes to hold a readership. Unless you're Riffy - then you just write hot cliffhangers and everyone is hooked for life. If you haven't read his latest... oh.my.goddess. By far one of the hottest pieces of erotic writing i've read online in a long time. There was this one email i got...ermmm... nevermind - too much personal sharing there. heh.

Anyhoo - point being that i'm going to attempt to toss a few personal posts up on a more regular basis. See, i have ongoing conversations with y'all ... but they just never make it from my head to the blog. :P

Gym Dork
One of the reasons i like going to the gym at the ungodly hour of 5/5:30 in the morning is that I have a 50/50 chance of getting the cardio room to myself. That means the treadmill, ipod and I can jam while I'm running and no one sees me doing a funky slam dance run to the Ramones. My coordination tends to be less than stellar so I have no doubt that i look like someone having a seizure when I'm doing a little bootie shaking while also trying to run uphill. I do get points for remembering not to sing out loud to the ipod. It is a herculean effort to restrain myself at times.

This morning was one of those wonderful times when there was only one other person in the gym and he was busy on the weights. So I got to cut loose and kickass with KT Tunstall, The Script, The Violent Femmes. I was about half way through the work out and throwing my body all over the place while Sheena Punk Rocked, when I opened my eyes and saw a dude had just walked into the room and was gaping at me. I did a hip twist into slow gear, trying to look all cool -hello, just runnng here... nothing to see - but ended up wrenching my hip. A little too much twist out of spazville.

So everytime i walk today, my hip yells at me that I'm a dork.
I just nod. Yup.

4 comments:

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Yeah, I have that temptation to sing along, too. So far, I've mastered it. My snooty club does NOT give a girl any privacy. Ever.

btw, I do miss you, lady. So does Trevor.

Southern Sage said...

right when the guy walks in flash him some boobage and he will forget the odd gyrations you were doing!

Riff Dog said...

Ha! I know that feeling. In many ways, having a room to yourself is dangerous because you get lulled into thinking your privacy won't be broken. Been there, unfortunately. ;-)

Whitenoise said...

Good thing your music wasn't the Hippy Hippy Shake.

...err... sorry.
;-)