Ideas which my lead to longer bits
Why the nicknames of muscles are so depressing-
Obloquies- Oh Bleak-
because that’s how it feels every time I’m go to the gym. Why can’t they call
them goals? “Hey Davis, your goals are looking great!” Or accomplishments,
“Nice accomplishments!” I would start steroids immediately.
Lats sound like late to me. Like- it’s too late to save your
body image now.
I make the mistake of wanting to be overly friendly at the
store. It is hard to start a perky conversation with people in the yogurt
aisle. But I still feel like I want to. I lean over to the clearly shut in woman
who stopped taking care of herself years ago saying “generic huh, good choice.
Greek yogurt isn’t worth the extra 12 cents.” And for once in her life, this
deranged person has met someone stranger than her. And she thinks to herself,
“Now I know how they feel, but I can’t explain it to them. I'll just have to tell the spiders under my skin. They usually enjoy stories like this.” And those spiders are probably like, "not again! she just goes on and on about those people she 'meets' at the store..."
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