Bitchy body...
5:30 AM:
Body: Oh my god. DUDE. What the fuck?? What fucking time is it?
Brain: Time to wake up fatty.
Body: Oh for cryin' out loud... The sun's not even up yet!
Brain: Technically it is.
Body: Grumble... now what the devil? What are you doing now you effin tool?
Brain: Stretching.
Body: Why? We never stretch when we walk.
Brain: We're done with the walkin' vag-boy. We are running now.
Body: WHAT??
Brain: Just shut up will ya? Jeez you're a pain in the ass.
Running:
Body: Oh my god dude, you suck!
Brain: You are flabby, you are weak. I am sick of what I see in the mirror. Deal.
Body: What do you care? You're married, you've got 2 kids and another one on the way. Dude, you are done impressing chicks so flab-out. Who cares??
Brain: Me
Body: Well for chris-sakes, can we at least get some tunes for this torture?
Brain: iPod's still in the shop. Believe me, I'd love to drown you out with some Maiden right now. Just pick em up and put em down Pizzaria Uno boy.
Hahaha - you are a better man then I!
Posted by: B International | Thursday, January 12, 2006 at 08:29 AM
Thanks for the support! I think i went thorough (almost) the same dialogue this morning before doing some yoga!
Posted by: Melissa | Thursday, January 12, 2006 at 12:42 PM
Oh, and GO PATS!!!!
Posted by: Melissa | Thursday, January 12, 2006 at 12:43 PM