Sin, confess, repeat
I ran 4 miles in 28*F temps today (21*F w/windchill factor). Now, if that isn’t dedication, I don’t know what is… (can’t say that i really enjoyed it though).
Trust me, I’m already dreaming of spring.
Oh, and another thing– I just read that the Vatican has forgiven the late John Lennon for stating, years ago, that the Beatles were more famous than Jesus Christ.
(I guess it’s kinda like how the Buckeyes are more famous than Jesus Christ today) OH-IO!
if i could just get warm, i think i’d feel better. i also think i need prayers. seriously. i don’t even f*cking pray, but if you do– and you’re a believer– say a few words for me please. i need ‘em.
i just can’t seem to shake these f*ckity-f*ck-f*ck BLUES.
Dear Mr. Weatherman– enough already! I know I live in Ohio and it’s November, but bring on the good stuff. I’m not asking for miracles (but 52*F would be pleasant enough!).
Dear Mister, Mister– wtf is taking you so long?
Dear Master, Master– wtf is taking YOU so long?
Dear Mother– please send $ for Christmas (cookies optional).
Dear Dad– ?
Dear Sister– bake your own goddamn pies!
Dear Brother– hello?… drop a line whydontcha. i catch all kinds of sh!t for doing what you’re doing.
Dear Cat– stay out of my Rice Krispies!
Dear Son– We’re out of Cremora.
Dear Daughter– We’re out of tampons.
Dear Doctor– Do you have anything stronger?
Happy Anniversary, to me! I started this blog approximately 1 year ago (11.14.07).
Unfortunately, I’m still as lost as ever…
H and I visited our favorite Friday night hot spot last evening to indulge in $4.00 martinis and appetizers…
(I should have stopped at 2 drinks, but the $4.00 price-tag got the best of me)
I was feeling nicely numbed and was in a generally giddy mood until H mentioned the fact that he saw <insert OW’s name here> earlier in the day.
and i lost it. totally. i think i might have actually spat at H as i repeated her name…
but it wasn’t her, her– it was another her with the same name.
but the thought was already planted (as were the drinks) and i simply melted into a blubbering mess of spiral curls, dark-washed jeans, and stiletto heels.
(let’s just say it wasn’t pretty)
sometimes, i just don’t have much to say. which is okay. eventually, the thoughts will pour…
(until then, I’ll keep posting nuns and abs)
Recent Comments