Yes, toned little 20-something on the treadmill next to mine– we are racing.
And I’m winning.
Yes, toned little 20-something on the treadmill next to mine– we are racing.
And I’m winning.
Wine store cashier: “Oh, hi Emily! Only ONE bottle today?”
January 18, 2014
Dear asshole who stole my winter coat last night,
Joke’s on you. Both pockets have holes in them– I hope you lose something valuable. Also, that coat has been hanging out in a public school for 2 years…good luck not catching lice from the fur-trimmed hood.
Really counting on karma’s wondrous ability to be a bitch,
Emily
Here’s the deal– I’m not fasting. But here are some jewy things I’ve done so far today to make up for it:
1. Ran 18 miles (aka: suffered)
2. Woke up anxious
3. Argued with the CVS cashier about the validity of my coupon (and saved a cool 3 bucks!)
4. Gave my unsolicited opinion
5. Complained about my hair
6. Wandered
And tonight I plan to dance with no rhythm, but believe wholeheartedly in the moment that I look awesome.
Hope this will suffice,
Emily