NEED FOR SPEED
I have to consciously apply the brakes when I’m biking down Capitol Hill in the morning so I don’t kill myself or someone else. I feel the wind in my hair and the breeze on my face and all I want in this world is to bike as fast as my little Fuji will allow. Which has the potential to be really fast– that is a really steep hill. I then I remind myself how much it will hurt if I crash and slow down a bit.
I have the same issue snowboarding. I start flying down the hill and a little voice in my head screams S-TURNS, GIRL repeatedly as warning that if I continue at such a pace, I’m catching an edge and tumbling my ass down a mountain. On a somewhat related side note– I didn’t go snowboard once last winter and I’m ashamed of myself. I’d like to you all to start planning my snowboarding excursions now please.
My tupperware of leftover meatloaf and potatoes exploded on my way to work this morning. When I pulled my big girl shoes out of my bag, I found it in this state (see below). I can’t decide if that starting out your Wednesday with a potato in your high heels means the day can’t get any worse or any better.
OKC FAIL #1
I decided to bite the bullet and message someone this morning. I found an attractive man who looked moderately normal. We had things in common like hating tomatoes and loving bacon. He just moved here from Chicago, so I sent him a message along the lines of– I lived in Chicago too! I’m super awesome and normal.
As I hit send and scrolled to the bottom of his profile, I noticed under his you should message me if section he’d written: I’m a firm believer the guy should approach the girl.
Fail. Logged off and quit for the day. That was enough for one week.