It don't matter to the moon...
You know what I realized last night, as I was working out on my treadmill?
1. I hate the treadmill.
2. I need to find more people like my dog- She sat there the whole time and watched me, sweaty and puffy looking, and stared at me adoringly. Wouldn't it be great if people were unprejudiced, and just blinded by love like that?
I still feel rather puffy looking and I'm since showered twice since then.
The book I'm reading by Anne Carson is really weird so far. Not sure if I like it. Or if I'll even have it finished for class by Wednesday night.
Again said, I love my Sundays.
This one was no less wonderful.
1. I hate the treadmill.
2. I need to find more people like my dog- She sat there the whole time and watched me, sweaty and puffy looking, and stared at me adoringly. Wouldn't it be great if people were unprejudiced, and just blinded by love like that?
I still feel rather puffy looking and I'm since showered twice since then.
The book I'm reading by Anne Carson is really weird so far. Not sure if I like it. Or if I'll even have it finished for class by Wednesday night.
Again said, I love my Sundays.
This one was no less wonderful.