Little Miss Runner Pants

i will actually contemplate finishing packing... BEFORE 1AM!!!

no seriously.

tomorrow, oh blessed thank-you-for-the-end-of-the-month day that it is, i will.. after what is sure to be worlds longest day at the office... board a plane, westbound, for the land of hiking. shopping. eating. drinking and..

lest i forget..

prairie dawgs.

thats right ladies and gentleman, AJ (uh. me... i.) am (is. this is hard.), this weekend, participating in my THIRD, count'em THIRD RBF-meet-up, with?!?!

none other than the p-dawg himself, Boldmeister- Bold of Bolder in Boulder.

..... I KNOW!

excitement everywhere. fantastical images of roaring good times and confusing conversations abound!

its going to be a most excellent weekend.

i have no idea what we're doing.

bold mentioned something about rocks.... we'll see how it goes!!

the rest of my weekend, the non RBFest part of the weekend will be spent with my BFF J.Lee (in Denver) and hopefully even, ..perhaps.. a mini-rendezvous with Stronger and Chris.

(aw sad. chris the non-blogger. he gets no link love.)

anyway. as mentioned, i leave tomorrow for Colorado and return sometime Tuesday morning...ish.

i doubt i'll get any blogging in, but.. if i snap a shot of bold in his ruffle apron doing dishes, you best believe i'm finding a computer and posting that sh*t up pronto.. so stay tuned!!!

have a great weekend, folks. catch ya on the flip side!

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you know what the good thing is about training at the same place month after month?!?!

its easy to tell when you've improved.

today i met out at the downtown airport for KC Multi-Sport's tuesday night ride. it was my first time riding with the group in this location and i was looking forward to it.

the airport is about a 4ish mile loop, so regardless of how fast (or...slow) you might be, you've always got someone in your sights, or someone passing, or... someone to pass, and.. its nice. its more social than SMPark and.. i dunno. i was looking forward to it.

to start out with i joined the club's president/creator..person, guy. thing. and his fiance (both of whom i train with at Crossfit) for my first loop. we chatted a bit about cadence and how i need to work on mine (shocker there) and pulling up on the pedals and etc etc etc and about half way around the loop they dropped me, but..

i had fun. and Nico was having a good day, so.. i didn't mind.

surprisingly when i came back around to our starting point, the point at which in every other ride out there... ever, i've taken a breather, i sorta... forgot.

and just kept riding.

after the first turn i realized it and didn't really know what to think of the situation

ummm, whatever! why didn't i stop? i always stop. i need a break!!! i'm going to get so tired!! my legs.. they'll be so sore and water.

hello!! i need some water..

as i, without thinking, reach down to pull up my water bottle...

oh yeah. i guess i have this option now...

and i realized... i didn't stop because i just didn't need to stop.

going up the second mini-hill though... oh dude. i'm definitely stopping this time.

but, lo and behold, i got to the start point, reached for water and.. kept going. three loops. without stopping for a break. without needing to come up with an excuse to have a reason to stop, like oh i dunno.... "uhhh. my shoe's coming undone, i think i need to stop".. or.... "my chain is popping funny, i'm going to take a look at it".. or.

you know. any of those totally lame things we tell ourselves we need to take care of because.. omg i'm tired but i don't want them to think i'm a wuss!!!

and, although the loop is a short loop... it can be rough.
the back half, besides the mini-hills (of which there are two. and they're no big deal. but still) is just ever so slightly inclined, that you can't see it, but you can feel it, and the front half is a wind-tunnel that constantly pushes back into you, which is just frustrating and tiring and... you get the idea.

mid-way through my third loop my IT Band started acting up so i took a stretching breather and then rode one more loop with some other friends from Crossfit for a total of four loops.

in less than an hour.

which is something like 20 minutes faster than i've ever done four loops at the airport before!

nuts, right?! sweet nuts!

shortly after finishing the Zero Bodyfat Couple (the ones i rode the first loop with) came up.. finishing out their 6th and 7th loop and i felt a little silly for being so proud of my four... but whatever. to each their own.

afterwards we waited for a few others to finish and stood around chatting and socializing and lollygagging around and... it was just a really, really good night.

a good, fun workout.
a good, fun group of people.
a good, fun realization that my fitness has improved.

it was good and fun. and really? what more can you ask for?

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we have a woman on a mission here people, and she needs our help.

noames, over at 26.2 vs. Naomi has come up with a brilliant plan and i'm here to spread the word.

currently our most hysterical and ever so brilliant writer-runner-friend is in Senegal, pursuing journalism greatness, mastering the art of the african dance and, apparently... swimming much like that of a drowned pigeon (to quote the lady herself)..

anyway... its come to her attention that her fellow Dakar-ians (people that live in Dakar? i dunno.. what do YOU call them?!?) are, although active and athletic, fitnessing about in plastic jellies (that would be shoes, people...!! stay with me!) while attempting to run, hop, jump, volley and do all other sport related verbs you can think of.

kinda makes your knees hurt just thinking about, huh?!

SO!! here's the thing. we, the RBF and great blogging community that we are...

we can help!
how can we help?

SHOES!!!! i don't know about y'all but noames totally called me on it by pointing out that a few hundred miles into a new pair of Asics (my preferred brand. and seriously. could someone from that company please start reading this blog? i plug them like its my job...) and they get tossed to the back of the closet.

only to make special appearences when mowing the lawn or doing other various versions of yard-work.

(which is to say they never come outta the closet because... i live in a loft. there is no yard. but i digress...)

anyway, point being.. noames is returning to NY in a few and has asked any and all runners/bloggers, if interested, to email her (read her post for her email, i doubt she'd love me dearly for giving it out on my own!) for her address and send her your old sneaks!!

brilliant, right?

RIGHT! so, go. read. (even if you dont wanna send shoes.. she's effing hysterical. just read. you'll be hooked) and do good things!

m'kay?! m'kay!! my job here is done...

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as promised monday.... yesterday i ran.

its been a while. and by a while i mean... several weeks.

and by several weeks i mean... somwhere upwards of two months.

*shock* *horror*

i know.

i lost my passion, my love of running somewhere towards the end of training for RNR San Diego. i admit it. the race wasn't great, running afterwards wasn't great... was painful AND not great, which is just an ugly mix.

and i got kinda... well. pissed

so. i stopped. it was more frustration than it was worth, i started biking, and swimming... i started crossfit (and loving it. people. do yourself a favor, and check it out... its addictive.)

anyway. point being.... running took a, what looked like at the time, semi-permanent back-seat to the rest.

and by back seat i mean wrapped up, boxed up and tucked in the trunk never to be thought of again.
sers'ly.

but its been a few months. and i've had some stresses.. here at work. in my personal life. etc... and...

yeah, sure. biking is great. i'm probably more suited for biking. swimming is phenomenal, and... i'm not a fish, but.. i'm def'ly growing gills. crossfit... well, you all know how i feel about crossfit, but......

they're not running.
biking is hard. in a way that running isn't. it requires much more thought, with the constant shifting, checking bikers around me, intersections, etc... my mind can't wander.

swimming.. well. for those of you, like me, only just now growing gills... you know just how much concentration it takes to stroke, breathe, rotate, swim straight, kick from hips, don't use your legs, stroke, breathe...

its exhausting just the mental aspect of the whole thing. plus you can't just, you know... stop

cuz hi whats up drowning. and death, i hear, ain't all its cracked up to be. so YOU know.

so i've started to kind of miss running. the feeling of running... the emotional, kind of mental.. not spiritual, thats not the right word, but.. the experience of running. all of it as one... i started missing it.

i missed the way i can think or not think.. zone out or zone in. push myself up the hill, get tired, yell at myself for stopping and then push myself up again. the whole process... i just miss it. i miss the way i feel afterwards. after a good run. i miss the feeling of freedom it gives me, from the day. from my work. from my friends. from everything...

i miss it. i've missed it.

so... finally, with the RBF Music Exchange and the fantastic mix i received and a few things going on that have just driven me to NEED to run...

i ran.

i ran, and i ran, and i ran.
and its not that i ran FAR... its that i ran.

the last few runs... 2ish months ago.... they sucked. i couldn't go half a mile and not stop to contemplate why i was out there, how much it sucked and screw this. i'm heading back.

no. yesterday... i ran. i thought i was tired, and i told myself i'd take a break and walk, but then... my legs would just... run.

down to the old Disciplinary Barracks.. up to the stables, past the fire station.. up to the intersection of the graveyard... turning to tackle the one last mini-incline along the row of houses and finally, back along the golf course. a good 3ish miles.

and i didn't just run... i ran fast.

i'd forgotten all about my garmin.. didn't even cross my mind, so.. i couldn't measure it. i don't know my time, exactly... but i know i was faster than normal. i could feel the new found strength in my legs... i could feel the burn of oxygen in my lungs.. i ran fast. and i didn't stop.

and i loved it.

i got back and looked at the clock... i think averaged maybe somewhere around 10:30/miles.

and... y'all know me. you know thats phenomenal, i almost don't have to say it because.. y'all know.
i was thrilled.

i love my new life. my life of biking, and swimming.. crossfit and the power and strength i'm gaining from all of it.. but.

its not running.
there's nothing like the pride i feel after a run.

after a good run.

it doesn't happen all that often for me. runnings a struggle.. to a degree it probably always will be. but..

there's nothing like it, and thats what keeps me coming back for more!

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"just call him. take a deep breath, let the air out, and just dial. it'll be fine"

"uuuuuuugh. i feel like i'm going to puke. i hate this. i don't think i can do this"

"yes you can. just.. do it. DO IT!"
"whoa chill. okay, okay. jeez."

"do you know what you're gunna say?"
"mmmm. mm-hmm."
"what?"
"nothing"

"oh my gawd. you wrote it down, didn't you"
"NO!"
"yes you did"
"did not. DID NOT DID NOT!"

*sigh*..."you're ridiculous"
"whatever.

i know.

today i might have topped out my super awesome smooth moves with the fellas.

cuz.... stellar

*sigh*

so i had to call a boy today. i had to call a boy who i met this weekend, who i exchanged numbers with, and haven't heard from since.

i know, right? but i HAD to. there was too much chemistry and witty banter and playful teasing not to and circumstances.. circumstances.. and i had to.

really.

but see the thing is... i hate calling boys. loathe. i suck at it. i get nervous and stutter. i forget words, forget names.. its just a bad, bad, really not pretty situation, and...

today was no different.

BG Man, as he's been named, is away on business in a time zone an hour ahead. so all week i've been preparing for 1:15pm Wednesday afternoon.

cuz i did the math. and i weighed my options.. and... 2:15 his time? he's gotta be busy at 2:15. who's not busy at 2:15? but make it 2:17 cuz... otherwise it might look like i was specifically waiting for a quarter after 2 and.. thats weird. or maybe i should call at "lunch" my time. like 12:30. but thats 1:30 his time and what if he takes a late lunch? he cannot answer. whatever happens, he cannot answer

and so it began.

once i'd figured out the timeframe.. i had to figure out the message.

"so, heyyy, hi..there. BG Man. whats up! ....with YOU."
ok yeah not that, thats terrible.. ummm....

"BG Man!!! hey! its A.Maria, how are you? i'm good, good... right, so..."
oh dear god i got nuthin.

oooh it was bad. there's a reason i don't do this.

but a few days later, many conference calls with friends and, i got it. oooh, and it was good. i was excited. tuesday in the shower, as i rehearsed (did she just say rehearsed? yup. she did. AND YOU ALL KNOW YOU'VE DONE IT!) i was feeling good. i was feeling confident, hell, i was feeling...

breezy.

i figured hey. its in the bag.

fast forward to today, 9:30 am and... the above conversation.

nerves. butterflies. sweating.. profusely. hands shaking a little...

"dear god woman, you're going to have a stroke. pull it together"
"............. bite me."

oh yeah! good times.

12:40... 12:45....12:52
i gotta pee

so i make my way to the bathroom, and, once again talk myself through exactly what's going to be said.

"hey Army Guy, its A. Maria.. so listen, i've been giving it some..."
omg. omgomgomg. i just said Army Guy. NO. sh*t. effer. BALLS. BG Man. BG Man. his name's BG Man. omg. omgomg. its a bad omen. i'm going to say the wrong name. oh god.

ooooooooh no.

have i made it quite clear i suck at this yet?
oy.

1:15 rolls around, i grab my danged piece of paper with his NAME written across the top, get a final pep-talk from K-State Guy and.. step outside to make the call.

i can do this. i don't want to do this. i can do this. i don't want to do this...

*ring* *ring*
don't pick up don't pick up
*ring* *ring*
i'll never ask for anything again ever. just don't pick up
*ring*... *hey this is BG Man, i cant get to my.....*
HALLELUJAH!!

(and i kid you not i think i almost passed out from the relief)

*beeeeeeeeeeep*
"hey BG Man, this is A.Maria. so listen, i've been giving is some thought and.."....

everything's going well. i recite my message. i'm feeling good. confident. when suddenly ..."from the other night and..."

SON OF A B*TCH!!! what am i doing? thats not on the script. THATS NOT ON THE SCRIPT. where'd you learn to read you half-wit.....end it now. MAYDAY MAYDAY...end it NOW. you stupid stupid woman. END IT!

*hyperventilating* *hyperventilating*

"to send this message now, press 1. to listen to your message, press 2, to re-record press 3.."

..............oh thank you Jesus. i love sprint.

many deep breathes. relax. calm down. all is not loss. lets do this thing.

i press 3.
record.
listen to the message.
mmmmm. no.
i press 3.
record.
listen to the message.
mmmmm. no.
i press 3.
record.
listen to the message
well now i'm starting to sound like some sort of social retard, wtf. this is not a good situaton A. come ON now, BREEZY!!!!! be breezy. heyyy. no big deal, just callin. aint no thang.

BE BREEZY.

at this point i'm so worked up, literally my 5th attempt went something like

"BG Man, its A. Mar--... so thinking. BREAKFAST!! owe.. dinner.. n-guh.."

*sigh*
i wanted to cry. clearly this was not a good idea. i'd been outside on the phone for a good 10 minutes. it started off so well and then..

crash. burn. casualties everywhere.

i press 3.
record.
"wha whaaaa wha whaaa wha wha.. wha??! wha whaaa whaa. wha-wha."
send.

i sat down on the curb. i crumpled up my piece of paper. i replayed the final, horrible version of my message in my head, laughed and

well....i dunno.
maybe he'll.... think it was cute?!

*sigh*
hope springs eternal my good people.

hope. springs. eternal.

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i know.. i know.. I KNOW!

i've been seriously missing. fully aware. and i'm racked with guilt. truly. but... i'm just so freakin' BUSY.

i've just recently gotten back to 100% (more like 98%, i'm still flemmy. ew.) from being sick and have been trying to catch up at work, in my social life, in my romantic life... its mass chaos on this end.

fer reeeelz.

but.. the basics are this:

1.) the tri is off.

*shock* *horror*

i know. but i lost a week and a half of training and its THIS WEEKEND and after doing some hard core thinking, that went something like...

i know i can finish, but i know i won't do well, and what if i have a bad experience and i'm just turned off by the whole thing?.... but i know i can finish. but i know i won't do well, and what if i...

you get the idea. so.. thats out. for now. me and triathlon are not finished. hell, we've yet to begin, so don't even worry. my time will come. my time is just not this weekend. so. there's that.

2.) oooh Nico. how i adore thee, Nico.

my bike has been named.
and we are lovers.

Greyhound, the wise one, really tapped into the spirit of my bike and.... Nico.

no doubt about it, he was pissed at his nameless stature. since then, i've come to believe that, although i may have started as a wanna-be runner... my body naturally gravitates toward the bike.

i'm no studette, yet, but... i have a feeling, people. i have a feeling i will rock the biking world.

just give me time. just. give. me. time.

3.) i haven't done any running in like... chm. a while

i supremely suck. like... supremely. and i'm beginning to really REALLY miss it. so.. here's the thing.

i need something to train for. like an actual something. so... i've put my thinking cap on and i'll let you know what i decide.
HOWEVER!!!!
in the mean time...

i've just, as of today, received bob's RBF Music Exchange CD and.. i'm stoked.

so. i've cleared my thursday schedule and, i do declare, right here, right now.... i will run. I WILL RUN. and i will jam to my new mix, and it will be good.

you heard it here first, folks. and hold me to this one, would ya?! i need to really do this. i need to get back in the swing of things. and, as we all know, just getting out the door is the hardest part, so...

yeah.

4.) and.. in closing.

i need a place to live. things are nutty for me at the moment, and... my lease is up soon, and... i need a place to live. so thats fun. more on that situation as information rolls in.

anyway. so. you're all caught up.

i'll do my best to get in some quality blog time after my thursday run and report back on that and a few other situations i'm workin on... !!

so, until then... run/bike/swim well, and.. know i've kind of become a lurker. soon though, soon, when things calm down, i'll be back in regular fashion!

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since most of you are pretty well familiar with me and my ways i figured i should share with you my horoscope for the day...

sent to me daily by my friends at iVillage (i'm plugging them and not getting paid for it. this is just sad.)...

i'm an astrology whore. i admit it, freely. today's though... there's just no denying. i'm a capricorn, through and through.

Dear alejandra,
Here is your love horoscope
for Wednesday, August 16:

Think of your life as a classic screwball romantic comedy. There's witty repartee. There's a sassy sidekick. Most importantly (and satisfyingly), there are hilarious misunderstandings that lead to a sweet resolution.

*sigh*

which brings me to.....

so the other day i'm talking to my friend J.LEE about online dating.

yes. online dating.

she'd recently filled out e-harmony's personality profile, hit "find my match" and been matched up with a slew of men. strange raunchy terrorist looking men, but men none the less.

so, with that kind of roaring success, i thought to myself hey! i need in on this action!

plus i'm a questionaire-tell me more about myself-quiz whore too, so...

anyway. so i fill out e-harmony's personality assessment questionnaire...thing. and this thing is massive. its brutal. its an hour of clicking bubbles and answering absurd questions, and omg stop the insanity its all just TOO MUCH! but alas.. i finished.

e-harmony's now got the goods on who i am, how i am, what i am, and who/what i'm looking for in my ideal man

i'm excited. i call up J.Lee... dude. that sucked. but it was totally fun.

i click to the next screen, hit FIND MY MATCH... wait 30 seconds for the page to search, waiting, anticipating, and then...

"we're sorry. e-harmony has found no matches in your area at this time."

ummm. huh?

i go back, hit search again.... nada.
again....

nada.

AGAIN, the next day. the day after THAT..... nada.

E-harmony.. the sight that has "...Several thousand people join eHarmony each day..." has....

nothing?!?!? my area is a 50 mile radius of my zipcode and there's not a single man out there... not a SINGLE MAN with whom i match?!!!?!

i was speechless. J.Lee thought it was funny. my friend Chicago Guy just looked at me and smirked as though he weren't surprised.

*double sigh*

.....Think of your life as a classic screwball romantic comedy. There's witty repartee. There's a sassy sidekick. Most importantly (and satisfyingly), there are hilarious misunderstandings that lead to a sweet resolution.

frighteningly accurate people.

i just hope they're talking more Amanda Peet... less Diane Keaton. both funny ladies but diane's getting up there, and... i'm not so sure i can wait that long!!

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so the whole meeting new guys and going out with them and realizing that i was never really interested to begin with thing...

yeah. i'm kinda over that.

it was taking up way too much of my precious free time and one of them had cooties.

cooties that kept me from work for a few days and had me bouncing between feverish and woozy to dizzy and nauseous one too many times this week.

so. needless to say, that's done with... moving on!

in other news, i am feeling mucho better. not quite 100%, as my throat is still swollen and my appetite is still waning, but.. the night sweats/chills/sweats/chills have finally subsided and the headache's have quelled and i, my friends, am officially getting well.

soon i will be able to rock on with my bad self as per usual....!!

unfortunately part of my getting-wellness includes having not worked out even once this week, as well as side-lining myself at this weekend's Race for the Cure 5k that i'd been looking forward to, so that kinda buh-lows. BUT, all in the name of prolonged health i suppose, yeah?

and there are always other races.

that being said, this weekend i am, for the first time evuh, working a TNT Long Run Saturday WATER-STOP!!!!!! and i'm pretty excited about it, i'm not gunna lie.

tomorrow mark's the team's 18 mile run out at Shawnee Mission Park, the same run which i encountered last year so i feel as though this would be a good time to come chip in and be a friendly face in the midst of 18 miles of hills.

i figure i'll know what they're going through, and hopefully won't make any dumb remarks like "hey!!! only two more loops left.. 8 miles! you're almost there!"

soooo not what someone wants to hear on a day like that, ya know?!?!!

anyway, so thats my quick update. just wanted to let all of you well-wishers (thanks by the way!) know that i'm not longer curled up in the fetal position on my couch watching day time television and i've gone ahead and joined the living, once again!

i hope you all have a fantastic weekend of training, and for those KC folks out there running this weekend, i think a few of us will be gathering for group grub afterwards, so email me and we'll exchange info and hook up before and/or after as i'll be camera girl for the day! weeee!!

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i..... am sick.

like, really, horribly, how, how did i catch this and who gave it to me, i want to maim them, sick.

it started saturday evening at the Bleeding Kansas art and music festival (saw some great new bands i'd never heard of, as well as Deatch Cab and Keane. sweet.) around 9pm... and just got worse. i opted out of the after-party, went back to my friend's place and crashed.

woke up the next morning around 10 and.... pretty much wanted to cry i felt so awful. on top of the fact that i wasn't en mi casa and needed to drive an hour to GET there... it wasn't a pretty situation.

finally i felt up to it enough to get out the door, drove home and around 3ish... it took a turn downhill and just never slowed.

i was dizzy.
woozy.
had chills.
had night sweats.
temp through the roof
throat hurt to swallow, so i was practically drooling trying to avoid the need.
glands were so swollen it hurt to turn my neck...

yeah. i was dying.

so monday i skipped work and went to the urgent care place down the road. gave the doc my above symptoms, found out i had a 103 temp, and almost started crying when she looked at my throat and mumbled something about the end of the world and i should start writing my last will and testament.

*sigh*

she checked me for strep --- nada.
thought it was mono --- nope.
talked to another doc who had a patient with the exact symptoms, decided it was viral, nothing i could do about it, have to wait it out --- yay.

apparently whatever i have is going around like whoa and i'm just one of the lucky ones to have caught it.

what she was able to give me, was...

3 ibuprofen every 6 hours to keep the temp down.
tylenol as needed and..
methylprednisolone or... prednisone. which apparently helps the swelling of my tonsils keeping me from taking a knife to my throat and cutting them out myself dear god STOP THE PAIN.

oh. and, a doctor's note to my boss saying i need to take 2-3 days off work.

ha. made me feel 10 again.

anyway, the prednisone seems to have made a world of difference. either that or all the ibuprofen i'm on, b/c i'm definitely feeling better.

not good, mind you. better.

tomorrow i'm going to give going into work a shot, and i've gone ahead and told Body that i'll need it in working order by friday, so hopefully i'll be able to at least walk the Susan G. Komen 5k.

although no promises. last thing i need is a relapse as i think this is the worse i've felt in a very, very long time.

i just don't get sick much at all. this sucks on a level i didn't know existed.

anyway. so thats my story. not a whole lot else to tell.

Army Guy in Afghanistan has been home for like 11 days, called me last night and we talked for a while. which was good and highly painful, as talking doesn't feel super phenomenal on the throat... but i had to answer. obviously. so... yeah. he goes back on friday and outside of being one of the quietest, doesn't say much AT ALL on the phone kinda guys... it was good to hear from him. surprising, but nice.

turns out besides his grandma writing him once my letters are all he's received while over there (since february), so when i mentioned something about it his, "no! i like it...come on now. you should know better than that" response would have been cute if i hadn't heard the loneliness behind it.

needless to say, my letter writing will definitely be more frequent this time around, as he wont get home again until March.

bummer.

but.... yeah. thats pretty much all i got. unfortunately, cuz i have nothing to do besides tv and computer these days. awesome. i never thought i'd actually prefer going into work over sitting at home.

so, y'all stay safe and HEALTHY out there. wash your hands. eat your fruits and veggies, and above all, please, careful who you lick/get licked by...

you never know what kind of germs they might be carrying!

...........
(and this is what i've looked like for the last 24 hours..)

i'm bored. what else do i have to do?!

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have you ever seen that episode of Sex in the City..

the one where Charlotte (the one with long brown hair, fellas. stick with me.) goes out on a date with this guy..

they have a great time. she really likes him. things are going well.

the date nears an end, and that all important "first kiss good night" approaches.

she's leaning (if i remember correctly) against a building, he's moved in for the lip lock. things are good and sweet.... soft.

when.

outta nowhere.

sluuuuuuuuuuuurrrp

he LICKS her?! at first its quick and she's kind of startled, but then he takes another go round and he straight up, broad-tongue licks her.

chin to forehead.

have you seen that one?!

yeah?!

well now you know how my date with Tongue Guy ended.

and you have a pretty good idea of my reaction.

cuz really?!

what?!?!?!?!?!

*sigh*

only me.

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