Oh How I Love Thee, Sweet Porcelean God!
Published 4.2.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post
Last night, the majority of my kick boxing lesson was spent hugging my porcelean friend. The rest of it was spent on the verge of passing out or huddled on the floor in pain. There were a few moments spent doing an outrageaous workout and glaring fiercly at the instructor, who, after learning that my frequent trips off the mat were not for beauty touch-ups, felt quite sorry for me.
Did I mention my bum knee has started acting up as well? This whole working-out thing is SO not happening.
May I be buried by my sweet porcelean friend.
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