In case you're wondering

Today I ran 2 miles, biked about 7, and swam 700m, and can I say, oof! I forgot how hard biking is on the rump!

For the record, I was winning.

Someone in my apartment is not afraid to blast the air conditioner. It's almost 90 outside and I just changed into a long-sleeved shirt.

It's time to go put more frozen corn on my eye - I got kicked in the face today. In a fight. By which I mean playing sharks and minnows in swim class. I mean - WHGT! JGTH! YES I'M AWESOME!

I better keep my phone on

Priscilla's coming home tomorrow!

I've been practicing my screams for when she calls me. I can't decide between shrieking "PRISCILLA!!!" or "PAUL!!!"

But it will probably end up more like, "AAHHHHHEEEEEEEENEVERLEAVEMEAGAIN!!!!!!!!"

Diarrhea

Horror of horrors! The Great Bird Poop Incident of 2006 has struck again!

I had to park in the very back of the parking lot this morning so that my coworkers wouldn't judge.

The swing of your hips

This afternoon, I came home from work, eager to rip off my work clothes and put on some shorts.

Alas! All my shorts were dirty - even my five pairs of man shorts. Wretched, wretched world, why didn't I do laundry earlier? What was a girl to do?

I had to leave for class in ten minutes, and I couldn't possibly wear pants. Not necessarily because it was sweltering outside, or because I still have a vain hope of turning my legs from cadaverous to pasty, but because my calves needed to be free!

Naturally, I grabbed a pair of khakis and cut them down to size.

No, I kid! I'm an accountant! We're much too prudent to destroy a pair of pants on a whim! I paid for those lower pant legs! But, as it turned out, my pants, bless them, had a stain below the knee.

So I sported brilliant cut offs to class today. But I did save my severed pant legs. Because, you know. They might come in handy one day. Maybe. Arm warmers, anyone?

I live on the wild side

I'm such a rebel. On Thursday, I went to work in a skirt with no nylons on.


And I'm never going back.

"Mmm...smokey."

When I got to class yesterday, I looked in my book bag to find my iPod, two tubes of lip gloss, no notebook, and no pen.

I have my priorities straight...