badfjlagha
Jun. 22nd, 2004 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideMowr. Excuse me while I hide under my desk with my tail between my legs.
Joined Jen "Legs" Miggliori for a lap around Greenlake. My beloved Devin is leaving for Russia and I didn't want to lag on my weekly treks around Greenlake. I forgot that Jen has long legs that extend from the ground to her armpits, and she has a good 3 feet or so on my hobbitesque stature.
Trotted after her as best as I could. To be fair, Hula (her darling doggie) was attempting to wrench her arm out of its socket and she was trotting somewhat desperately after her. So part of the trek involved running zigzaggedly back and forth across the trail and up the hills and back down towards the water.
Holy crap. So tired. Greenlake was crawling with 18 year old nymphettes in little more than four strategically placed, fluorescent cocktail napkins, baring their waists, not one of which seemed to be wider in circumference than my calf.
Feel frumpy and old and saggy. And as much of a good friend I thought Judy was, she refused to kill me on the ride back. Hrmph. Something selfish about needing me alive.
So tired. And old. And dammit, doggone FUGLY. Slept with wet hair last night, so now it's flattened on one side, and sticking out at 14 different angles on the other. Oh if it were only the 80s, I'd be right in vogue along with the A Flock of Seagulls guy.
*crawling under bed and remaining there until, well, forever*
Only consolation is my diet pepsi, healthy choice frozen entree, and Bridget Jones's Diary dvd.
I did, however, stop by the Ballard Pool and pick up a punch card so I can go tomorrow after work.
Also, tomorrow is graduation from my certificate program. Must contact the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jeff_nw about getting dinner beforehand or hanging out after.
Joined Jen "Legs" Miggliori for a lap around Greenlake. My beloved Devin is leaving for Russia and I didn't want to lag on my weekly treks around Greenlake. I forgot that Jen has long legs that extend from the ground to her armpits, and she has a good 3 feet or so on my hobbitesque stature.
Trotted after her as best as I could. To be fair, Hula (her darling doggie) was attempting to wrench her arm out of its socket and she was trotting somewhat desperately after her. So part of the trek involved running zigzaggedly back and forth across the trail and up the hills and back down towards the water.
Holy crap. So tired. Greenlake was crawling with 18 year old nymphettes in little more than four strategically placed, fluorescent cocktail napkins, baring their waists, not one of which seemed to be wider in circumference than my calf.
Feel frumpy and old and saggy. And as much of a good friend I thought Judy was, she refused to kill me on the ride back. Hrmph. Something selfish about needing me alive.
So tired. And old. And dammit, doggone FUGLY. Slept with wet hair last night, so now it's flattened on one side, and sticking out at 14 different angles on the other. Oh if it were only the 80s, I'd be right in vogue along with the A Flock of Seagulls guy.
*crawling under bed and remaining there until, well, forever*
Only consolation is my diet pepsi, healthy choice frozen entree, and Bridget Jones's Diary dvd.
I did, however, stop by the Ballard Pool and pick up a punch card so I can go tomorrow after work.
Also, tomorrow is graduation from my certificate program. Must contact the lovely
jeff_nw about getting dinner beforehand or hanging out after.
