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everything is about the core these days. everything. work the core, strengthen the core, balance from your core, tighten the core, hold your core, engage your core, stabilize the core, use your core, focus on the core, build your core, core core core.

what did people do before the core? I don’t even know. we just walked around all loose and weak and falling down constantly, I guess.

the exercise I hate more than anything in life? the plank and the super plank and the plank with leg and/or arm lifts and the side plank. so basically I hate anything involving the plank. arrr, I say. arrr to the plank.

stupid core.

from the book Away

Sometimes it’s the case that when you hear the thing you have most wanted to hear, you cannot take it in. Hope is everyone’s mirage and everyone who comes upon that green and grassy spot, the swaying date palms and the bubbling blue pool, is temporarily taken in, even people who have been there before and even when, upon closer inspection, the oasis is nothing but a reef of sand; even with grains of sand blowing lightly across our faces, we find ourselves standing on soft grass of a tenacious, unreasonable green.

We went out for cocktails yesterday after work, and I drank some drinks. raspberry collins. mmm. Anyway, they made me super chatty, a little bit more than buzzed and little bit less than drunk. hence the 75 loafe entries.

I like getting free alcohol on a random tuesday night.

“when men fuck our cunts against our will, we often feel like a diarrhea shit has been offed upon the very essence of our soul, and may live the rest of our days cleaning it off in whatever way we see fit.” -Inga Muscio

now I’d like you to remember this. We live the rest of our days cleaning it off in whatever way we see fit, okay? OKAY? ¿Comprende? we don’t need your permission or approval. me or my cunting cunt.

so keep your smug little fucking judgments to yourself, asshole.