All these people...

...unbalanced, occupied with all the wrong stuff, stressed out of their minds and the only thing they can come up with is that they need to do something about the body. This pile of bones and soft tissue. A giant finely tuned blob. Control, all those no's and musts turn into severe depressions over all those unfulfilled coulda-woulda-shouldas.  Like it's the only thing there is so they start running like those caged mice in wheels. Burn baby burn.

Då är jag glad att jag är där jag är. Fan vad jag älskar Friskis, där släpper jag loss med min inre tant. Jag älskar henne och hon älskar mig.