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My knee still fucking hurts!!!!!! This 7-10 recovery is bs. My muscles feel fine. My knee not so much. I'm thinking the 37 flights on Monday was a bad idea. I'm thinking this is going to be a longer recovery. Shit.
Dallas Morning News had a article in the paper today "For joggers, a real street fight" Highland Park residents are complaining about runners blocking traffic and slowing their morning commute. Waaaaaa waaaaaa. No sympathy here of course. I love running in Highland Park. "Running in the street and running in a large group without a permit are both class C misdemeanors punishable by fines of up to $500 each." Ooh ouch. I also love running in the street. You can't make me run on those non-forgiving sidewalks more then I have to. Maybe I should start running with pepper spray. Then when a cop tries to write me a ticket, I'll just spray him and run. What's he going to do, catch me? He can't keep up with my humps, my lovely lady humps.
Aparment news:
I was evil today. And it put me in a grumpy mood until I could get my morning coffee. I go down to my car this morning to put some presents in the trunk. I notice that the person parked next to me is extremely close. I worry about pulling out and not scraping. I go back up stairs (have I mentioned that is 3 fucking flights? I like the f word today) and finish getting ready. Come back down with 3 bags of crap for the weekend. I can't even get in the car. Are you kidding me???!! I crawl through passenger side. I'm sitting in my car just glaring at Honda passport 4 inches away. Hmm...should I? So I open my door and get a nice build up of speed in those huge 4 inches and slam my door into their car. So there! I really showed them. Biatch.
Other related evil news:
On Wednesday I went to the grocery store to get some things to make tacos with. I also picked up some apples, cheese and other random stuff. I get home, start making dinner and then realize they left out one of the bags. Send boyfriend to car to see if it's there. Call store to confirm that it is there. Get in car, drive all the fucking way (theres that f word again) back to get items and return to continue cooking. Oh, I left out the evil part. They had put back all of my items since they were all cold. So I go and pick back up all the items in the store. But instead of getting the two apples I had orignally, I got three. Yeah, rebel, I know. ;) Sweet redemption.
Good deed news:
So, I'm not really all evil. I just gave idiot coworker a handful of mini Reeses that I picked up at CVS this morning. Oooh more good deed news. I was at said CVS because I was getting boyfriend his Rx for him. See! I'm not completely evil and bitchy from this non-running.
My knee still fucking hurts!!!!!! This 7-10 recovery is bs. My muscles feel fine. My knee not so much. I'm thinking the 37 flights on Monday was a bad idea. I'm thinking this is going to be a longer recovery. Shit.
Dallas Morning News had a article in the paper today "For joggers, a real street fight" Highland Park residents are complaining about runners blocking traffic and slowing their morning commute. Waaaaaa waaaaaa. No sympathy here of course. I love running in Highland Park. "Running in the street and running in a large group without a permit are both class C misdemeanors punishable by fines of up to $500 each." Ooh ouch. I also love running in the street. You can't make me run on those non-forgiving sidewalks more then I have to. Maybe I should start running with pepper spray. Then when a cop tries to write me a ticket, I'll just spray him and run. What's he going to do, catch me? He can't keep up with my humps, my lovely lady humps.
Aparment news:
I was evil today. And it put me in a grumpy mood until I could get my morning coffee. I go down to my car this morning to put some presents in the trunk. I notice that the person parked next to me is extremely close. I worry about pulling out and not scraping. I go back up stairs (have I mentioned that is 3 fucking flights? I like the f word today) and finish getting ready. Come back down with 3 bags of crap for the weekend. I can't even get in the car. Are you kidding me???!! I crawl through passenger side. I'm sitting in my car just glaring at Honda passport 4 inches away. Hmm...should I? So I open my door and get a nice build up of speed in those huge 4 inches and slam my door into their car. So there! I really showed them. Biatch.
Other related evil news:
On Wednesday I went to the grocery store to get some things to make tacos with. I also picked up some apples, cheese and other random stuff. I get home, start making dinner and then realize they left out one of the bags. Send boyfriend to car to see if it's there. Call store to confirm that it is there. Get in car, drive all the fucking way (theres that f word again) back to get items and return to continue cooking. Oh, I left out the evil part. They had put back all of my items since they were all cold. So I go and pick back up all the items in the store. But instead of getting the two apples I had orignally, I got three. Yeah, rebel, I know. ;) Sweet redemption.
Good deed news:
So, I'm not really all evil. I just gave idiot coworker a handful of mini Reeses that I picked up at CVS this morning. Oooh more good deed news. I was at said CVS because I was getting boyfriend his Rx for him. See! I'm not completely evil and bitchy from this non-running.
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