I apologize for my recent vagueblogging, but I figure it's better to write what I can instead of not writing at all. I'm just not ready to talk about me and Joel. Or me and anyone. Not yet. Let's just say that we suck at breaking up and yet, we keep doing it. And undoing it. And then doing it.
Don't ask. I don't even have answers myself.
Today's run was so awful I wanted to murder it with a blunt object. Like, I dunno, my water bottle? Which somehow emptied itself a lot faster than usual. I ended up taking a break to walk right in the middle and that threw off my overall run by over a minute. BASTARDS!
It would probably be a good idea to stop staying up with Joel until 2AM plotting his manifesto, but you know, CHOICES. I can only make so many good ones.
Like this new haircut? STILL ON THE FENCE.
Tis very VERY short. Which is exactly what I wanted! Running + swimming + general badassery do not go well with fake blonditude. All the extra sweating and washing was making it crunchy, so I chopped it all off.
I was hoping my reddest lipstick would perk it up, but I'm still not sure about it.