Boy, am I tired. I just now finished the triathlon and whew, it only took me 29 days 9 hours. Not bad, eh?
Look at me I am back with the jesting!
But not for long! I have actually been very busy getting my heart broken in the most ridiculous way! Boo for ridiculous heartbreak!
So you will have to excuse me, as I must now go partake in some Emergency Margarita Therapy! (Yea for trying to squeeze out every last goddamn second of the dwindling summer by drinking ridiculously clichéd frothy chick-therapy beverages! At least I am not sitting on the couch buried in wads of snotty Kleenex and a quart of Chunky Monkey Ice Cream watching You’ve Got Mail while clipping Cathy cartoons for my fridge! Maybe tomorrow!)
So, proper entry later and my part in the triathlon (in which I don’t mind saying, I kicked ass and blew my goal swim-time out of the water! Get it! Out of the water!) was seriously the coolest and most positive and not-so-self-destructive thing I have done for myself in a very long time. It was an awesome experience.
I highly recommend it.
Well, that and margaritas, of course.
p.s. if you are looking for less drama, why not enjoy some random past favorites until I get over my future raging hangover!