So it's Friday, hooray. Payday too, not that it matters because it all goes to someone else as soon as I get it. Meh. 
Spinning last night was fantastic. It felt wonderful to sweat like that again, my heart thumping out of my ribs, my legs on fire. Dan came with me and when it was all over, we agreed that we felt less full of poop...which is good. Fitness, HUZZAH.
I'm totally stealing Ape's thunder here, but go check THIS shit out. Evidently I'm going to die in 2066, at 85, of old age. And I have more health and vitality than the average woman. That's fine with me, I suppose. Although I had always hoped for a more rock-star death involving an overdose or a suicide pact or something.
I got my hookah stuff yesterday. I haven't had hookah time in a long while, as I ran out of coals and tobacco and everything at the same time, and didn't have any cash with which to buy more. I used my birthday money to stock up, though, so I don't see any more shortages in the near future. Anyway, I'm going to clean her out and pack her with some premium double-apple tobacco (plus a little herbage mixed in, of course), then puff until my heart's content. Actually, I guess it's all really bad for my heart. So, um....puff until my head is good and hazy.
I feel like my hookah should have a name. Any suggestions? For some reason, Constance seems nice. Hm.
We take over the new apartment tomorrow, how exciting is THAT? Again, you're all invited to help us move on the 30th. Free beer, free pizza, free sore muscles the next day.
And finally, another reminder that tomorrow is the MOST AWESOMEST PARTY EVER. You should be there.
Boxing tonight at 6p, if anyone cares to join me.
Spinning last night was fantastic. It felt wonderful to sweat like that again, my heart thumping out of my ribs, my legs on fire. Dan came with me and when it was all over, we agreed that we felt less full of poop...which is good. Fitness, HUZZAH.
I'm totally stealing Ape's thunder here, but go check THIS shit out. Evidently I'm going to die in 2066, at 85, of old age. And I have more health and vitality than the average woman. That's fine with me, I suppose. Although I had always hoped for a more rock-star death involving an overdose or a suicide pact or something.
I got my hookah stuff yesterday. I haven't had hookah time in a long while, as I ran out of coals and tobacco and everything at the same time, and didn't have any cash with which to buy more. I used my birthday money to stock up, though, so I don't see any more shortages in the near future. Anyway, I'm going to clean her out and pack her with some premium double-apple tobacco (plus a little herbage mixed in, of course), then puff until my heart's content. Actually, I guess it's all really bad for my heart. So, um....puff until my head is good and hazy.
I feel like my hookah should have a name. Any suggestions? For some reason, Constance seems nice. Hm.
We take over the new apartment tomorrow, how exciting is THAT? Again, you're all invited to help us move on the 30th. Free beer, free pizza, free sore muscles the next day.
And finally, another reminder that tomorrow is the MOST AWESOMEST PARTY EVER. You should be there.
Boxing tonight at 6p, if anyone cares to join me.
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yay for the new apartment. i *heart* you my sweet. you'll forever be so damn hip and cool and a massive inspiration to me. just thought you should know. mamzelle new yark