It gets annoying listening to yourself telling you off. Like, I know, me! I have to go back to gym again some time. I know I paid for the year upfront and only stuck with it for four or five months. But it’s summer and it’s hot and I’m too exhausted by the heat and that.
I’ll go again someday. Multiple days even. I’ve still got until the end of January, right? Come on, let me just have this blip where I don’t do anything. I’ll use it often enough in the future to make up for the times I’ve missed.
You’re right though, I probably won’t end up renewing my membership next year. But that’s okay. You know I’ve only been going to keep myself a bit more active a couple of days a week. It’s not like I’m pumping up my arms or legs or torso to venture anywhere near freakish bodybuilder territory. It’s only been about getting out of the house and doing something else.
Come on, don’t give me that look. I’m too tired and hot to argue or make any coherent sense like what normal people does like that everyday. Just leave me alone to sit here and try my best to stay chilled. Stick that fan on before you go though. Ta.
It hadn’t occurred to me that a pink rainbow might be a curved sausage. If anything, the phrase conjures up thoughts of psychedelic 70s-esque backgrounds or possible something you’d see in a Pride march. The sound of this one is more in keeping with the former description than the latter though. I don’t like to generalise but psychedelia doesn’t strike me as being a key component of gay culture, unless of course “Psycho Delia” happens to be the name of a murderous drag queen.
These days are too long and too hot to be getting ourselves bogged down in elaborate descriptions, do let’s just say this sounds summery. You know, like, something you could have on in the background while you’re sitting outside in the sun not worrying about much. Heck, not even the lack of colour variation in a rainbow might phase you. What do you care? You’re on holiday. Enjoy some lazy tunes.
Sweet Baboo – Pink Rainbow
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