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My self-imposed reasearch project has gotten to the point of a twelve step program. There of course, are worst addictions.
My gym membership per month costs me the equivilent of 45 full minutes of ass wiping. Since I wipe alot of ass, I find it to be a benefit for my hard work. In case your wondering: the gym membership, is pennies, compared to other facilities.
Within the last 72 hours, I've averaged about six trips to the gym. Either it was my standard work out, relaxing in the steam room, or, in the case of this morning, Yoga on Acid.
Because, for this vampire, it is customary to be awake untill the dawn--and what better way to end a day, than to meditate or relax in some poses. I prefer the dog position, but what-ever suits your fancy.
Which is why, my dedicated readers, I was shocked, not by the volume of people awake at 5:15 a.m., but the type of yoga that was performed. Move over Jane Fonda- druged out Yoga teacher is taking over.
The yoga was extremly fast, simple poses repeated over and over and over for long periods of time. Try doing jumping jacks for 8 minutes...as fast as you can.... the faster the better. FUCK!!!
All the while listening to some odd bizzare Christian rock chant that is made by blending the groups Jars of Clay with Megadeath.
For as conservative and P.C. as Mayo preaches, I found the idea of listening to Christian rock chant, while doing Yoga on Acid to be kind of...what's the word... Ironic. Don't you think.
Having been at the gym 9:00 p.m. last night, and returning the morning, that place was CLEAN. For as Professional as the employees "state" they are... they sure leave a fucking mess in the locker room. Hate to see what an operating room floor looks like after a disection.
Speaking of which, I must attack the kitchen next. A co-worker is comming over for breakfast, I hope she brings me a BIG PHAT CHERRY FILLED DONUT.. with lots of frosting. YUM!
My gym membership per month costs me the equivilent of 45 full minutes of ass wiping. Since I wipe alot of ass, I find it to be a benefit for my hard work. In case your wondering: the gym membership, is pennies, compared to other facilities.
Within the last 72 hours, I've averaged about six trips to the gym. Either it was my standard work out, relaxing in the steam room, or, in the case of this morning, Yoga on Acid.
Because, for this vampire, it is customary to be awake untill the dawn--and what better way to end a day, than to meditate or relax in some poses. I prefer the dog position, but what-ever suits your fancy.
Which is why, my dedicated readers, I was shocked, not by the volume of people awake at 5:15 a.m., but the type of yoga that was performed. Move over Jane Fonda- druged out Yoga teacher is taking over.
The yoga was extremly fast, simple poses repeated over and over and over for long periods of time. Try doing jumping jacks for 8 minutes...as fast as you can.... the faster the better. FUCK!!!
All the while listening to some odd bizzare Christian rock chant that is made by blending the groups Jars of Clay with Megadeath.
For as conservative and P.C. as Mayo preaches, I found the idea of listening to Christian rock chant, while doing Yoga on Acid to be kind of...what's the word... Ironic. Don't you think.
Having been at the gym 9:00 p.m. last night, and returning the morning, that place was CLEAN. For as Professional as the employees "state" they are... they sure leave a fucking mess in the locker room. Hate to see what an operating room floor looks like after a disection.
Speaking of which, I must attack the kitchen next. A co-worker is comming over for breakfast, I hope she brings me a BIG PHAT CHERRY FILLED DONUT.. with lots of frosting. YUM!
