Fun fact: my mood is entirely dependent on the amount of exercise I get. Which means I've probably been quite cruel lately, as I've been completely slacking on the working out front. The past few days have seen me trying to get back into the habit of exercising regularly, which hopefully will continue tomorrow. This is one of the few times I've had trouble with discipline, but I want to blame it on the fact that the gym I've been going to recently sucks balls. big old balls. If only there were hiking spots close to where I live/If only I had enough time to take said hikes. Perhaps on one of these days off.
The key (for me) to a successful and enjoyable workout, minus the awesome people watching/bad tattoo spotting, is a good playlist. The gym is the one place that I won't listen to most of my favorite bands. Most doom is just too slow to try to work out to, I'd probably just be standing motionless on the elliptical if I was listening to sleep or earth. This being said: I present the tracks that are currently getting me to the shitty Santa Monica 24 hour fitness. Angry is really the only way to work out. hah, that's pretty funny (ironic perhaps?) in the context of the first line of this post.
Remember when I said I had a post with actual content coming? Yeah, this isn't it. I'm just too tired to formulate a good political argument right now, and I'd rather keep it trivial today. Boring, I know, but I'll get you riled up next time.
I promise.
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