The weather is so spectacular that I am moved to do something I haven’t done in years: Go for a jog. I can get very precious about my noon Cr*ssfit class. If I can’t go for some reason — if somebody is rude enough to schedule a meeting with me on top of my recurring calendar block in Outlook, or if I am actually just too busy at work to justify taking a 1.5 hour break (this is the worst case scenario) — I usually stamp my little feet and wail, as I crash through the floor, that I can’t have the one thing I want so I won’t be exercising today.
The shaken espresso also fucking got me it’s the only thing I ever order at Starbucks now, to the tune of $6 a drink or whatever it is but I love it and I won’t apologize
I am halfway through Don’t Call Me Home and it’s fucking great
Three thoughts:
Doooo iiiiit do the bike!!! One of us, etc
The shaken espresso also fucking got me it’s the only thing I ever order at Starbucks now, to the tune of $6 a drink or whatever it is but I love it and I won’t apologize
I am halfway through Don’t Call Me Home and it’s fucking great
Bikes!!!! So seductive and terrifying!
This was the year that pumpkin spice finally got me, so I empathize with your unserious brown sugar.