That A Ghost Should Be So Practical

They finally changed the music at Officeworks. Thank you Jesus, it has been a long six months. The best thing is they are playing stuff I actually listen to in my downtime. This may also be bad as it may suck the goodness out of these songs as I listen to them repeatedly. Yesterday, I heard Florence, new Ellie Goulding and Kate Bush. Kate Bush, people!

They played "Wuthering Heights" and "Babooshka." Two of the most hilarious and ridiculous songs in the world and, coincidentally, also two of my favourite songs in the world.

I did a few Blogilates exercise videos this morning. The sweat was dripping from my pits, down my arms and to my carpeted floor. Carpeted. You know what that means; that sweat soaked straight in and has permanently marked the carpet with my glorious primal scent. Okay, that was meant to sound all raw and roar and shit but just ended up sounding gross. So yeah, now my carpet is soaked with my sweat and it's disgusting. Sorry, future owners of my house.

I'm slightly addicted to doing exercise videos now. Holding an ab-breaking plank is so much better when you're holding it with some random over the Internet. Sure, the video is months old but it kind of feels like they're doing it with you. It's nice. Maybe I'm just lonely and craving companionship. Regardless, they are becoming addictive and have also inspired me to become some sort of group fitness instructor one day.

Har har, you laugh. I know. Me? Group fitness? I don't like people, I don't like talking, I don't like smiling or laughing or being jovial or pretending to be jovial. I regularly have bad days when I just want to punch people, things and animals in the face (the animal thing is a joke. I would never punch an animal in the face. People, yes). Can you imagine me teaching a group fitness class on a day like that?

It would be madness.

Regardless, I kind of still want to do it. Would you come to my class? I promise I wouldn't punch you in the face.

J