I'm not sure how it happened... maybe my chair at work is wonky or maybe I should eat healthier foods so my bones won't crumble and grind on each other causing extreme agony but it's most likely because I'm too old to be trying to teach myself how to twerk like I did last Friday night after a few too many glasses of wine.
But this girl makes it seem so fun as she's "Twerking at the library." Twerking for nerds. Nerking. I mean, who doesn't like books so what else I'm I gonna do with all this *gestures emphatically to all dis azz in dem jeans* other than get in library and make it clap?
|Seriously, please go watch this video.
Once you get the momentum going you really just ride the jiggle so it's not too difficult. What IS hard is starting and stopping gracefully so you don't look like an old white lady who just drank some boxed wine out of a mason jar that happened to find some twerking videos on youtube and tried to see what would happen while her cat looked on in the mirror with her judgey eyes and FUCK YOU CHARLEMAGNE I COULD BE IN A RAP VIDEO.
But only one rap video because I woke up the next day and couldn't get out of bed. I'm blaming the office chair because I'm pretty stoked about my new career in BILF rap videos. That's Bloggers I'd Like to Fuck, obviously.
So I slowly made a pallet on the hard and welcoming floor and played on my laptop sideways and watched Superman movies all day. I can do all things through a young Christopher Reeves who strengthens me.
Between pretending not to peek at a certain spandex-clad bulge and wondering who Margot Kidder had to blow to get that job I did find these pictures of Sedlec Ossuary or 'Church of Bones' in the Czech Republic which felt fitting considering the mangled state of my vertebrae.
Twerkin' at the bone church, twerkin' at the bone church...
Something about this place is definitely helping to alleviate my crankiness. Or maybe it was the grilled cheese made with pimento cheese and pepperoni that I just made myself followed by a dark chocolate chaser. It's the universally-recognized cure for back pain.
Those lying fuckers. It still hurts. I've been walking like a duck all gawddamned day and because of all the salt I ate I'm bloated now too. Crankiness back to Threat Level: Bitch on Wheels.
Seriously, get me some wheels because it hurts to walk and I need to go pee...
But this angel of death is helping lift my mood again.
So is this bird. Y'all, it's like they have a pet! Dawww...
|all photos from here
I'm still going to the chiropractor tomorrow.
And then the Czech Republic after that.
I'll try to not twerk on the plane but I'll definitely be twerkin' in front of that baby angel's face. He likes it.
Update: I went to the chiropractor for the first time in twenty years today and though I had to suffer the indignity of an open smock with neon pink gym shorts underneath and questions about my bowel movements, I feel much better. Of course I now know I have some kind of degenerative spine disease but I'm sure this basket full of supplements will surely take care of it.
Chiropractors. Gawd bless them. They can tell me whatever they want as long as they make my back pop in such a sweet symphony of pain relief.