End of the road

I don’t like the sound of no.
When you say I can’t, that gives me all the more fuel to push on.

Hitting a hundred

The cheer from the crowd as Rose hits the free throw that bumps the score to 100, smh.
I guess they must really like their big macs.

Veneer

Go home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis and scream, ‘there’s some wood for you, bitch!’

-Gone Girl

Tell me again, how did this book get made into a movie?

Interstellar

All hype no substance? I guess we’ll find out soon enough.

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The Yellow King

 

After hearing all the fuss that went on about True Detective and having the whole season stashed away on my hard drive for “one of those days”, I was hooked after the first few episodes. Of course, having the lovely Alexandra Daddario appear in the opening episodes didn’t hurt to prod people along the plotline, but after that, I believe it was hook, line, and sinker.

 

Bravo Matthew McConaughey and Woody Allen. I struggle to think how they will top season one, akin to how amazing House of Cards has managed that feat.
But, we’ll see.

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Real men do yoga

With our season behind us and none of the old boys able to commit (yay to planned parenthood), that leaves my Tuesday evenings free again. Ergo, time to get serious with my rehab.

Rather bizarrely, my new orthopaedic surgeon doesn’t seem to think that there’s anything wrong with my surgically repaired knee despite his best attempts at eliciting some form of pain response. Left with no other option, we’re obviously going to have an MRI scan done to be doubly sure.

Straighten those knees! I want to see those hips tighten up! 

I must have contorted myself into some weird-as-shit looking positions this evening at yoga. There isn’t really an IF, I know that I’m going to be very, very, sore tomorrow.
Considering I locked up and cramped midway through a pose, and then did some proper running around at badminton right after that, yeah, it’s a given.

 

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