"a little bit more like Bukowski and yeah, I guess he's a pretty good read" ..."here we go"
I went running at Kiwanis park today and it was all stormy-stormy. Very pleasant. The weather chased away a lot of the usual people I've been seeing, but not all of them.
After my first lap I began to feel really sick. I felt like I was going to vomit...almost.
I've never vomited from running. Well, not running alone. The one time I did was because I was already incredibly trashed and would have been already vomiting in my apartment down the street had I not stumbled to the park.
I don't like vomiting. But I really don't like feeling like I'm going to hurl.
Well, I thought, might as well get this over with.
I found a couple of hills and ran up and down them as hard as I could. After about the third set I was happily dashing to a nearby garbage can.
I got a few odd looks.
I immediately felt better. I didn't smell any better, but everything costs, right? I ran around observing the park folk. I saw a couple walking and the guy was carrying a baby seat. Just the seat. Slung over his shoulder like a backpack.
But where is the baby?!
I vowed to keep my eyes open. I didn't want some poor, abandoned child to be raised by geese, subsisting on a diet bread crumbs and pond scum.
It might try to run for office.
Then I came home, showered, blogged a little bit, felt really good, so now I'm here.
I really wanted to go to the IHOP party, but I confess I was a little inebriated. Next time, next time.
I was just thinking about how much I love Julie and Erin's journals. Los Anguhless should feel fortunate to have not one, but TWO of the funniest girls
ever.
I was also thinking that it is really weird being busy. Everytime I do anything it is as if I should be doing something else.
Now, for instance, I should certainly be sleeping since I've been up since 5 am and I've only slept a little over three hours.
Isn't life supposed to be rounded with little sleep?
Ah, well. Goodnight.
Happy Birthday again, Ben. We'll have to go to Hot Pink next weekend when I'm actually here.
Julie, if you ever think I should practice my smutty-talk, just try drunk-dialing me again. This time, I'll be ready.
After my first lap I began to feel really sick. I felt like I was going to vomit...almost.
I've never vomited from running. Well, not running alone. The one time I did was because I was already incredibly trashed and would have been already vomiting in my apartment down the street had I not stumbled to the park.
I don't like vomiting. But I really don't like feeling like I'm going to hurl.
Well, I thought, might as well get this over with.
I found a couple of hills and ran up and down them as hard as I could. After about the third set I was happily dashing to a nearby garbage can.
I got a few odd looks.
I immediately felt better. I didn't smell any better, but everything costs, right? I ran around observing the park folk. I saw a couple walking and the guy was carrying a baby seat. Just the seat. Slung over his shoulder like a backpack.
But where is the baby?!
I vowed to keep my eyes open. I didn't want some poor, abandoned child to be raised by geese, subsisting on a diet bread crumbs and pond scum.
It might try to run for office.
Then I came home, showered, blogged a little bit, felt really good, so now I'm here.
I really wanted to go to the IHOP party, but I confess I was a little inebriated. Next time, next time.
I was just thinking about how much I love Julie and Erin's journals. Los Anguhless should feel fortunate to have not one, but TWO of the funniest girls
ever.
I was also thinking that it is really weird being busy. Everytime I do anything it is as if I should be doing something else.
Now, for instance, I should certainly be sleeping since I've been up since 5 am and I've only slept a little over three hours.
Isn't life supposed to be rounded with little sleep?
Ah, well. Goodnight.
Happy Birthday again, Ben. We'll have to go to Hot Pink next weekend when I'm actually here.
Julie, if you ever think I should practice my smutty-talk, just try drunk-dialing me again. This time, I'll be ready.