I knew one thing for sure earlier today as my physical therapist attempted to Myofascially release my right piriformis with his fist: I wasn't in Maine anymore. Already in the throes of fierce vacation withdrawal symptoms, the absolute last thing I needed was someone's fist working out the kinks in my ass.
That, however, is exactly what I got.
I know I promised you darlings a full report on the state of Maine but I'm so sleepy that I'm practically typing with my eyes closed. I'm afraid the report will have to wait. And since I've been, once again, sidelined from the gym (effin' effed up piriformis and supertight hamstrings), I'll have plenty of time to blog all about the holiday tomorrow.
In the meantime, whatever happened to Madlibbin'?
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Clearly, I've been trying to figure out a way whisper sweet nothings to you over the ether, especially given my single-minded focus (and concern I might add) over the kinks in your pirformis, but seemingly to no avail. Thus I thought I would just do it the old fashion way and I have begun preparing my biodata although unfortunately, (i) I don't have a native garb shot, as I'm not a "native" in that way (gasp!), although I do have a shot of me in the native garb of a culture that is neither yours nor mine, with, ahem, green lightening bolts coming out of my hands, which I'm hopeful will do, (ii) I don't have a smile with your eyes shot, as I have not yet had the fortune of happening upon reruns of this past season's America's Next Top Model so I have not yet been taught by Tyra Banks how to smile with my eyes and not my lips, (iii) I do have a few unsmiling shots, but they are more poser-hip rather than lost-in-thought-pensive-about-the wedding-or-the-dozen-or-so-children-I'm-planning-to-birth (which I understand is what that picture should be going for), (iv) I do have a good number of poser shots, but without the requisite air brushing, soft lighting and overall glamerous effect that I believe would represent the solid core value of "effort" that this shot is meant to represent and (v) I don't have a doctor's or engineering degree so unfortunately, I would actually have to rely on the aforementioned photos referenced in (i)-(iv) above. SIGH. It appears that I'm really going to have to heavily rely on my personality for this one.
Biodata aside, its nice to have you back on the blog again! We are all looking forward to hearing about the haram activities you did (or did not) engage in while in Maine, including, for the sake of BigKahuna, the number of lobster rolls you happened to consume.
Yours,
MP
So I can't help but want to ask MP if he's jealous that someone else is feeling your ass? ;p
Aunty Helpful Dictator!
I'm shocked! When did you become so fiesty?!
AHD:
You have no idea...
...and suddenly this blog gets VERY interesting!
Ahem.
But the cab light's off.
chi chi chi. Look at your actions and look at what you are doing. If you had husband he could take care of your deformity with doctors or even better if he was a doctor. This madsailing person is very mad and shameful actions Sabila is a girl this is how you talk. Asses and all that. She may go on vacations with boys against parents wishes but please do not disrespect her.
Anon just said you had a deformed ass!!
OK I'll stop stirring... I'm experiencing Friday evening giddiness... and as a dictator I make it my business to be fiesty!
Your tentative romance is very cute by the way -that sounds way more patronising than I mean it to be.
Aunty: who are you? Please reveal yourself.
Thanks,
SABILA
Oh I'm just a random passerby. Blogging all the way from Ireland. I keep my identity hidden to protect the innocent... and the guilty. If you're in need of an especially boring read you can follow the link to my blog, which is seriously dull at the moment. Any suggestions for spicing it up gratefully accepted!
Aunty Helpful Dictator! I love your blog! It shall be linked on my blog from here forward!
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