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 clich�d 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!