Last Sunday a bunch of us committed to finally getting that thing done we’ve been putting off.
Time to check in to see how badly you failed! Or succeeded. Whatever.
And we’re going to set a new goal – so if you’re new to the site, get ready to become more awesome.
I have to say that in some ways I’m not like you.
For example you most likely haven’t talked about conditioning your private hair with your father. Or confessed that during phone conversations with loved ones you do inappropriate personal activity. Also, you probably don’t ride a bike to work with a dog in a backpack. Your first, middle, and last names probably aren’t as unusual as mine (plus I’m a “third”) for a pale while boy with blonde hair.
Yes, I’m talking about you.
We all had a sad day today. At least the few people I talked to. And since four people is a relational sample to the rest of the earth’s population, this is apt. We were sad.
Let us collectively stick out our lower lip and make a solid frowny-face. That is actually fun so don’t do it too much as it takes the darkness out of depression. Stay in the shadows for a little big longer, please. I need you at your worst so I don’t feel alone.
Just kidding. They’re gross.
At BlogHer with 5k women present, 4902 of them were moms. There’s a lot of oxytocin floating around in the ether. Wait, does oxytocin float in the air like pheromones? Just Google’d it. Nope.
My girlfriend’s cat is dying.
The vet has given her three months. They found a bunch of tumors in Muchie’s abdomen and think that this is a terminal situation. She also has had diabetes for years. When Jessica visited me for three weeks this summer she drove up from Atlanta with both her cat and dog. She couldn’t leave the cat by herself because sometimes she doesn’t drink enough water and needs fluids. Plus, you have to test her blood sugar and all of that.
No, this isn’t a post about my parents, sister, best friends, well-wishers, or even my girlfriend (although it probably should be).
This is about you. Don’t look behind you then back to these words, pointing at yourself quizzically as if to say, “Who? Me?â€
Yesterday I talked about how sick I was. I still am. I bike to work each day, and it’s really nice along the lake in Chicago. And normally I’m loving it. It’s not an easy ride, though. I have my dog strapped to my back, and I have a pannier with my work clothes (suit stuff) draped across the back on the bike. The ride is about ten miles, and when it’s windy it sucks.
I just realized I have now made it over two months of daily posts without a miss. I should probably try getting to gym every day for 63 days, but you wouldn’t appreciate reading posts about how many reps I did to blast my glutes. (It was four by the way.)
After 44 days of straight blogging, I’m pretty wiped out.
I am so drained of anything funny that I’m searching any and all memories trying to scrounge up something to write about. The truth is, I’m stressed about money. This is incredibly embarrassing but I’m really really low on funds. For the first time in my life.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
