Lifeinthekeyofme

Karma is a bitch, so is payback and all that crap. Last week I was mocking my friend Julie for being such a pansy, complaining about being on her death bed due to a kickboxing class. The “hurt” resulted in her not going to work out the whole week and also taking a pain killer to go bed (and function).

Fast forward a week later, today…and Julie invited me to experience it for myself. Now I am absolutely, 100% without a doubt, NOT IN SHAPE. But I’m getting there, this is week #3 of my “back into the groove” and going to the gym. So I gladly accepted her invitation to join the “pain”.

Fast forward an hour after the class, as I’ve just finished my dinner and I can slowly feel the onset of soreness coming. I never realized that ear lobes can hurt. ouch.  help. fml

(will update tomorrow)

And I feel like I’m spiraling out of control at the moment. Remember when you dream that you’re falling and you wake up with your heart in your throat and you’re breathing in panic mode? That’s me everyday recently. So many back and forth in my mind about what is next. I have an upcoming birthday that is just haunting me, and I’m over the whole “age” thing but I just think it stinks that for the most part that day will be spent alone. I’m too new to the city to really have a “birthday weekend”. I’m considering going on some type of trip but I really can’t afford to spend money on a weekend getaway when I’m in the process of moving out and into a new place.

It’s time like these that I miss my car and Target (bummer)

What’s getting me through these anxiety ridden days? Laughter

From New York City

I’m not quite sure what to file this under, but I’ve suddenly developed an intolerance to coffee. I’ve been in NYC for 9 days, and I’ve only had coffee once and I couldn’t even finish the damn thing.

I’ve been googling (and binging) my “symptoms” and from what I gather, its because of stress or I have grown an allergic reaction to it.

On a side note, I discovered something that you can do with coffee that made me clench

Now coffee and me is as synonimous as me and my bad taste in music (to others).  So I’m sitting in a coffee shop right now as I right this, and I’m drinking green tea.#FML

Now at the same time that I’ve discovered this new intolerance, I’ve also realized I can drink more alcohol in the city than I ever could back home. So did something happen to me?? A cruel joke? WTF?

Answers please!!