Just ate week old chicken alfredo. I wonder if I’ll even live to regret this decision…
I want a dog so badly. I’m the perfect candidate for a dog. I like to walk; I like to run; when it’s nice outside, I spend almost the entire day outdoors; I love hiking and camping. Beyond that, I have the financial means to cover thousands in emergency vet bills, cover food, and any other expenses. I have a big yard with a 6 foot fence, plenty of squirrels, and the possibility of added shelter. I’m not selfishly just wanting a companion to ignore 85% of the time, a companion that I cannot afford to truly care for. I want a buddy I can do things with, to enjoy life with.
I want a dog for the time when, in 3 months or so, Katie is forced to leave me. Who am I gonna cry on? Who am I gonna cuddle with? Who’s gonna go to the park with me? Who can I give love and effort to?
My only issue is the inevitable move back to New Zealand in a year’s time… what would I do then? I need somebody to agree to take my pup for a year or so. When we return, I will take it back and I’ll cover all costs in the meantime. I need to somehow convince my parents it’s worth it. Aren’t I fucking naive?
I’m really excited ‘cause I have a real close friend who writes for a prominent fashion website and gets to do all this really, really cool shit. She just spent 6 weeks in Europe, visiting various museums, interviewing jewelry designers and fashionistas, and getting comped hotel stays and spa treatments. Legit. This girl has had a Brazilian wax comped in exchange for writing about it. She had hair ripped off her cooch FOR FREE just for mentioning the place.
Now, I didn’t know all this when I suggested we go on a European trip next year. I thought her work was paying for her to travel around. I expected to pay for everything my own way and just figured we’d make good travel buddies. I was really, really excited about it to begin with because she’s the type of friend that I can call up at 3 AM bawling my eyes out to and she’s also the type of friend that’s brutally honest and she will also throw shade at any bitch that fucks with me and she’s also also also a girl that I can get absolutely super-fun hammered with. She’d be the perfect travel partner for Europe because she can speak French, she’s worldly, she’s fashionable, she’s fun, and she’s classy.
Only after expressing my excitement for 3 days straight did she tell me that, as soon as we worked out a date, she would reach out to tourism boards, hotels, airlines, spas, etc. to see what they could do for us. WHAT. That’s cray. That’s fuckin’ nutballz. That means that, next year, this bitch could be gettin’ her Brazilian wax on for FREE… in FUCKING ICELAND… or NORWAY. Fucking Norway. I can’t wrap my head around that shit, either, but goddamn if it doesn’t make me want to piss the ever-loving fuck out of my panties.
Just sittin’ here at work gettin’ totally fuckin’ high off of paint fumes. Oh, what? You didn’t know huffing was still a thing?
Katie and I came to the conclusion that I am probably a bully. I haven’t decided yet if this news disturbs me.
Sometimes I wish I would break my jaw again so that all I’d have to eat is tapioca.
Sometimes I wonder if people help other people getting beat up. Do they? Or do they just walk up and yell “WORLD STAR!!!”?
Guess who just started her retirement plan with a $4,000 contribution and $200 monthly withdrawal to her very first Roth IRA today?
What the fuck is up with Friday afternoons that makes them so crazy fucking busy every single week? I swear to goodness gracious that I only take lunch 50% of the time on Fridays.
I know whales have blubber, but do you think they ever get cold?
Me and Katie were talking about how neat it’d be if Eric could get us backstage for the Lumineers show at Red Rocks since the Outfit is opening. I mean, since both Eric and Neyla are playing and, subsequently, don’t need to give a pass to their significant other, they must have some open passes available, right? RIGHT?
Probably not. But how else am I ever going to get to see the Red Rocks’ green room? Oh well! I’d settle for another invite to Eric’s cabin this summer.
My duathlon is less than 1 week away. I had a go of it at Wash Park yesterday (well half of it anyway) with a 2.5 mile run followed by a direct transition into a 10 mile bike ride, back into the 2nd transition into run (even if it was a run back to the picnic blanket to stretch). What a fabulous day! Me and Katie had some pizza I made from scratch and then played some serious rugby catch and kick for about an hour. That girl isn’t some super amazing athlete, but dang is she excellent at kicking.
Anyway, I’m feeling really good about everything. I clocked a run time of approximately 19:00 (7:40 mi pace) and my transition was really smooth and pretty quick. My laps on the bike were relatively fast considering I had to dodge some heavy pedestrian traffic through the roads and got told to “watch my speed” by a park courtesy ranger.
I’m just feeling really excited to have a go this coming Saturday and see how I do. I was nervous up until trying out the transitions this weekend, but now I feel great. Big Sky, I’m gonna bend you over and take you right in the bum.