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November 15 Today's wailing listThis post is an apartment e-mail discussion. Eventually the material will be transformed into a real post, but that event will probably not occur today.
-C Actually, J and I are developing our own line of exercises, based loosely on the principles of yoga and Pilates. There's the "I have white trash relatives" position, the "I have to go to Munch and Mingle" position, the "I'm listening to Britney Spears" position... Most look remarkably similar to the Classic Fetal position, though the "My office chair rolled over my hair while I was in the 'I have to go to Munch and Mingle' position" position is more "open" and requires slightly more "spastic" "movement," as does the "I just got committed to make a tuna casserole" position, which consists of the Client sitting cross-legged, hugging the knees and rocking back and forth as s/he stares dully at nothing...
S. Um, work? Wooooooork?
BTW, I, too, have white trash relatives. Unfortunately, they're not interesting at all. Be grateful, you with interesting talkaboutable white trash relatives! The rest of us must suffer in silence.
-C-t-P C-t-P, by definition white trash relatives are talkaboutable. If they're not talkaboutable, they're not real white trash.
S. S, I disagree. One can have white trash relatives whose very uninteresting house-dressing wearing, never go anywhere, put a fake wooden well in the front yard behavior makes them white trash, but not to an extreme to be able to compete with Hs in Southern Utah. In part, their uninterestingness is part of their white trash, though other symptoms abound. Word to your swearing grandmother, C-t-P I'd just like to clarify that our true white trash relatives reside in Delta, Colorado, not Southern Utah. Furthermore, they do not own a fake wooden well. J Of course they don't own a fake wooden well. They're REAL white trash. S. |
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