who am i ( Read more... )

mmmmm running.

i love that my superego basically gets tied up and told to shut it when i'm running.

my right brain gets to run free, opens like a flower to the sun.

the exhilerating pump of adrenaline, my drug of choice.

God rushes around me in the wind, and as the singer rips into the chorus again.

huzzah!
life is good!
yankees won the world series.
i have a bitchin' job.
my boyfriend is fucking hott.
that is all.

more than anything i'm just sad. i feel like all i keep doing is putting myself out there, busting my ass over and over, and for nothing. i know it's not true, but i keep getting that sinking feeling that i'm never gonna find a job ( Read more... )

i have a new car. his name is Gary. pictures will soon be on Facebook. this is because i crashed Ed into 69's guardrail while attempting to surprise the boy in Flint. *sigh ( Read more... )

argh. i had such a nice weekend with Moose.
then i came home to a fuckin' carpenter ant infestation.
fuck.

what is it about a good run that makes me feel like, "fuck it. life is so doable," and i don't feel stressed?

oh just blargh ( Read more... )

*sigh*
fucking budget cuts...
apparently i will no longer have a job come June 1st.

:(

[backstory: bringing my boy home next weekend to meet the fam ( Read more... )