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verbicideWell that was cool.
There's really nothing that effectively beats a bad mood out of your system like some punishing exercise.
Did the entire track around Greenlake and found had to move fast because the slightest slowdown would have thrown me into a hypothermic coma. I have to go buy some warm clothes. This is getting ridiculous.
It was kind of funny, though. My cheeks went completely numb after awhile. That can't be good, right? So I kept rubbing my face with my frozen hands. I've lost my gloves. It was cracking me up. There were absolute maniacs out there in shorts and tank-tops. While it is true that I get cold when it's 70°, it's 42° out there! That's cold, dammit (oh pipe down all of you living amidst snow/ice). Anyhow. Next time will wear more clothing and wrap scarf around entire head.
On the positive side, I was so cold that I had no concept of being tired or achy. My knee is a little cranky now, but a hot shower and some Advil will take care of that.
Afterwards decided to stop by Fred Meyer in search of cheap warm clothing, but sadly, nothing was right for me. I did however, stock up on girly things. A mud mask, body scrub gloves (which, I swear, are the kinkiest things ever). Splurged and bought some pretty primroses for my kitchen window.
Mmm now for that hot shower, sugar-free cocoa and some grisly horror. Just netflixed Fritz Lang's infamous "M." Though may cave to cowardice and watch Beauty and The Beast instead. Well. I said I was feeling girly, dammit.
There's really nothing that effectively beats a bad mood out of your system like some punishing exercise.
Did the entire track around Greenlake and found had to move fast because the slightest slowdown would have thrown me into a hypothermic coma. I have to go buy some warm clothes. This is getting ridiculous.
It was kind of funny, though. My cheeks went completely numb after awhile. That can't be good, right? So I kept rubbing my face with my frozen hands. I've lost my gloves. It was cracking me up. There were absolute maniacs out there in shorts and tank-tops. While it is true that I get cold when it's 70°, it's 42° out there! That's cold, dammit (oh pipe down all of you living amidst snow/ice). Anyhow. Next time will wear more clothing and wrap scarf around entire head.
On the positive side, I was so cold that I had no concept of being tired or achy. My knee is a little cranky now, but a hot shower and some Advil will take care of that.
Afterwards decided to stop by Fred Meyer in search of cheap warm clothing, but sadly, nothing was right for me. I did however, stock up on girly things. A mud mask, body scrub gloves (which, I swear, are the kinkiest things ever). Splurged and bought some pretty primroses for my kitchen window.
Mmm now for that hot shower, sugar-free cocoa and some grisly horror. Just netflixed Fritz Lang's infamous "M." Though may cave to cowardice and watch Beauty and The Beast instead. Well. I said I was feeling girly, dammit.
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Re: Brrr.
Date: 2004-02-10 10:13 am (UTC)And it's not pride! I wasn't out there in a thong and a smile! I was wearing track pants and two shirts (one long-sleeved). It was just dim witted, poor planning on my part. I have no idea where my damn gloves are. I usually warm up pretty fast so I thought the extra layers would be unnecessary and I just didn't think I'd need the scarf.
Next time I'm going out there wrapped from head to toe in my down comforter.
Re: Brrr.
Date: 2004-02-10 02:29 pm (UTC)Smooches,
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Hey! I know you!!
Date: 2004-02-10 02:45 pm (UTC)I was just thinking of you yesterday cause I was watching Dangerous Beauty. Remember when we couldn't remember the word for "fancy French prostitute" and looked at each other and said, "Let's ask Bruce, he'll know!" and he KNEW!
Love you!!