Flaky friends and underwear models.
I have a friend who is a flake. No, seriously. She's the standard friend that almost everyone has, the kind of getting-on-her-feet friend that never quite gets there. She has crazy relationship drama, she is emotionally and financially unstable, she is still on my cell phone plan from 4 years ago when I offered to have her on there for a year until she could save up for her own deposit.
She calls me all the time when something is wrong. When there's nothing for me to fix, she doesn't. She asks for my advice and doesn't take it. She swears up and down she'll be there for something and never is.
This morning, for example. She swears she's going to run this 5 mile race with me in March and hasn't begun to train yet. I'm not sure that she could run from her car to her apartment, actually. (Oh, wait, she doesn't have a car. The latest one was also repossessed.) She asked me to get up early so that we could run around 9:30 am, then she'd go home and take a nap. So this morning her girlfriend text messages me to say that she's not going.
Meh, ok. Whatever. I should know by now not to depend on her and I guess I do. I didn't really expect her to go. It would have been nice, but I didn't expect it. It's ok, anyway, I'll go for an early run in the snow. YAY me.
I did quite a bit of juggling last night at work to be able to be off on Thursday. We're going to a Victoria's Secret lingerie model event at a place here in town. I'm excited about that (I'm excited whenever there are half-nekkid women involved).
That's the all. I'm off running.
ALSO: why are clothes exponentially more comfortable when they are falling apart? The pullover that Stacey's mom got her is seriously falling apart. I'm wearing a red shirt underneath and you can see the red through the holes at the zipper, the hem line, the shoulder seams. I never want to part with this garment, it is so warm and comfy. Perfect running apparel. Ok, I'm going now. Srsly.
She calls me all the time when something is wrong. When there's nothing for me to fix, she doesn't. She asks for my advice and doesn't take it. She swears up and down she'll be there for something and never is.
This morning, for example. She swears she's going to run this 5 mile race with me in March and hasn't begun to train yet. I'm not sure that she could run from her car to her apartment, actually. (Oh, wait, she doesn't have a car. The latest one was also repossessed.) She asked me to get up early so that we could run around 9:30 am, then she'd go home and take a nap. So this morning her girlfriend text messages me to say that she's not going.
Meh, ok. Whatever. I should know by now not to depend on her and I guess I do. I didn't really expect her to go. It would have been nice, but I didn't expect it. It's ok, anyway, I'll go for an early run in the snow. YAY me.
I did quite a bit of juggling last night at work to be able to be off on Thursday. We're going to a Victoria's Secret lingerie model event at a place here in town. I'm excited about that (I'm excited whenever there are half-nekkid women involved).
That's the all. I'm off running.
ALSO: why are clothes exponentially more comfortable when they are falling apart? The pullover that Stacey's mom got her is seriously falling apart. I'm wearing a red shirt underneath and you can see the red through the holes at the zipper, the hem line, the shoulder seams. I never want to part with this garment, it is so warm and comfy. Perfect running apparel. Ok, I'm going now. Srsly.