I walked by my mom's pilates book this morning, it's called The Anatomy of Pilates and for some reason my tired brain thought it said The Nation of Pilates and then I was seriously puzzling over this supposed nation called Pilates and wondering where it was and if the people weren't people but were actually just giant yoga mats who welcomed visitors to their village by forcing them to participate in pilates and then when these visitors got sweaty enough, the yoga mats put them in a giant pot to be boiled and then eaten.
And thats the giant secret of the Nation of Pilates.
I don't know; I am so weird.
"As far as I can tell, there are two basic rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission, and 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful and should be used sparingly."
As far as I can tell, I have two basic reactions to the above quote: 1. I wish Q was real so he could be the voice of my generation, and 2. I would also like Q to be real so that there would be a possibility of us meeting and then getting married.
"I've been called the songbird of my generation."
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