Accents And Pain

I have never done well with accents. I don't really like them.

A friend of mine is married to a guy with an accent. If I pay attention really hard, and look at his lips move, I can get the gist of what he's talking about. But if I space out for even one second... Forget about it, it's all lost on me. I feel kinda bad... he is a nice guy. I want to make conversation with him. Then I worry about my tone of voice. You know when you don't understand what someone is saying you tend to talk to them kind of slow and loud. I have to make sure that I'm using a normal voice when I talk to him. It's exhausting to do all that. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

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I started doing Jillian Michaels again yesterday. And of course my ass, biceps and thighs are killing. So if you see me walking a little strange today, I did not have a wild night. Jillian is just kicking my ass into shape. Just clarifying.

The Biggest Loser was on last night. I love how hard she and Bob make those people sweat. I am so jealous. I want someone to scream in my face and make me work out till I'm about to die or throw up. Or both. By the way, I can so see Orah doing that for me! Orah, can you be my Jillian?

She was telling them how to lose weight and I think it makes total sense. If let's say, I eat 1200 -1500 calories a day and work off 600 calories a day I would be in awesome shape! I think I'm gonna try it. Anyone wanna do it with me???? I need a buddy!