spillerama

indefinable, incoherent and intriguing, sometimes intoxicated and usually insomniac ramblings

Sunday, September 11, 2005

My favorite yoga instructor has lost it.
I walked into class all ready to calm down and achieve inner peace and maybe even not think about anything disturbing for at least a few minutes. When she announced that class today was going to be a little different I thought that perhaps she'd gotten a new bell or was going to turn up the heat a few degrees.
She then proceeded to lead us in a series of sun salutations to the accompaniment of Britney Spears singing (and I use the term loosely) 'Toxic'
It is a crazy mixed up world.