Well, holy crap kabob - it's already Monday! And just where have I been, young lady, you ask? WHERE? For the love of God, why have I not been here to add to the insanity of your day? The truth is that my life has been disproportionally calm compared to the usual daily chaos of yours truly. But I suppose I could entertain with a snippet or two until the next piece of shit hits the fan and I have something fun to post about. So here goes...
LAME SNIPPET 1: Since finally removing my head from the last millennium, I've purchased an MP3 player in order to bring back that "athletic" side of me I once so treasured. I don't know what was worse - not running at all or running with a discman. I've started walking and running again and thanks to technology AM NO LONGER BORED TO TEARS WHILE DOING SO. Now I've got the tunes, but I'm in desperate need of RUNNING SHOE recommendations. For those of you who run or (dear GOD) power walk, what would be your rec? I've always been an Adidas girl, but I've heard some good things from a few marathoners about Asics as well. New Balance does not do anything other than look cute on my feet (which I'd be willing to deal with so long as they were cute enough to detract my HOT neighbor from my fat flapping ass/thighs/oh-hell-anything-from-the-waist-down). Overpronaters, what do you suggest? Comment away!!!
LAME SNIPPET 2: I hate long honkers. I was sitting in position as the second car at a stoplight yesterday. The light changed and it took the car in front of the guy to my left a second to get his foot on the gas. Then, for like 8 hours, the guy to my left was laying on his horn. I think there should be an auto-off switch for people who honk longer than four seconds. Seriously, four seconds is a long honk. Now I like a good honk as much as the next girl, but come on, people. If it's that bad, get out of your car at the next light, walk up to the offender's car, tap on his window, yell F*** YOU, and call it a day.