booya

you heard me.  i said BOOYAAAAA.

i can’t find a damn thing to wear to this stupid wedding this weekend.  i have to drive 5 hours (more?) and sleep in a room with my sister and her boyfriend.  EW.  its like a time warp back to roomie days .. ughhhhh.  not to the roomie part but the sexinthesamebedroom part.  having a roommate was actually kind of entertaining.  unless they’re boys and you end up liking them.  but moving on.

i didn’t run tonight again and i feel like quiiiite the blob.  instead i sat in the basement and ate chips ("crisps" for you english nutters) and popsicles and watched the britney and cletus show.  ( i swear that dude’s name should really be cletus.)  mildly interesting.  and yes, it was an accident that i stumbed upon it, there was no vcr setting business and whatnot. 

but, since i’m a fatty mcfatterson, i will be setting my alarm to run early tomorrow.  and probably slamming it off as well.  but let’s stay optimistic for more than a breath here.  i shall run!  i shall run or shrivel up and die!  ahh the drama.  and shrivel would be more like bloat. 

brain = spastic

body = attempt to sleep now.

g’night no one.