Or totally hysterical Tuesday, depending on your sense of humor. The first time I heard this song, this guy was playing it here. I may have been somewhat inebriated, as I tended to get in that place, but the song really stuck with me. It’s so wrong on so many levels, yet I’ll bump it on my way to work because, of course I need something with even more attitude before I go in there.
Aaaaand once I’m in here, the attitude magnitude is reaching its peak. Be warned, the remainder of this post will probably contain profanity, sexual situations, and brief nudity (nip slip). Rated R because I’m gonna say fuck.
My fucking shoulder hurts! (I told you.) And the crazy thing is that it’s not really my shoulder, per se, but more like someone is jabbing me with something pretty freaking sharp and warm somewhere under my left scapula. Like I’ve screwed up either a Teres or a rhomboid. Mmmm, pain, delicious pain. Ok, so it isn’t pain, it’s discomfort which was caused by….wait for it…shoulder opening yoga this morning. Only me.
All of this shoulder opening and splits training and P90X-ing and protein shaking for the next 3 months is not fully for vacation. I have an ulterior motive. It’s 3 months on, then one week off, then 3 more months on and with any luck, I will have some little bit of success on this road. Two of you know what I’m talking about here, maybe 3, but I’m not ready for a full-on announcement of anything just yet. Hello, vague much? All the time.
Hmmm, I’m just cranky so I’m gonna end this and go crank up the tunes. Have a great Tuesday!