TAKE THIS TO YOUR GRAVE & I'LL TAKE IT TO MINE

1:19 am

It’s super annoying when people talk to me just to ask me the same uninteresting, awkward questions I get asked numerous times a day, so here, let me sum up my life for you tumblrworld:

• I graduated college two weeks ago, no I have no job plans, so fuck off.
• Continuing from my previous point, no I do not want your help finding a job. I have not begun to look because honestly, I plan on seeing how long I can sit on the beach and online shop before I a) get bored or b) drain my bank account.
• For the next month I’m living in New York floating between my step-dads in Manhattan, my dads in Long Island and the beach house. After this month, I will be homeless, yay!
• The wedding is June 28, so yes, soon. And yes, everything is planned. But no, I am not excited. The thought of it approaching just make me feel queesy and like vomitting.
• No, I still do not have a phone. Someone stole it during finals week and I have been distraught since. The phone situation was supposed to get fixed while I was in Portugal, but alas, I have been home exactly a week and still no phone.

I think this is sufficient for the first round of Hilary Smithe FAQ’s.

I cannot wait until sex is my priority source of cardio activity.

Last week I decided (along with 7 million other people) to start taking running seriously again. Except I didn’t really have time when Chase was home all day, and then I went to Chicago, so today was day three of intense running. Now, I have some health reasons, but primarily, I just want to look good at my wedding. So yes it’s only day three and so far I’ve run 23 miles, and let me just tell you….it sucks. My legs are in so much pain. Literally laying down right now is brutal, I just want to chop them off.

So here I am, I am going to make a vow. To always continue running (I’m one of the few bizarre people who actually enjoy it), but beginning the day after my wedding, I am placing a 5 mile max limit per day, along with a day cap at 4 days. This is a maximum. In realty my lazy ass will be lucky to run a combined 5 miles over 2 days, but I will run. (breaks out into the cab) okay yes I’m back. So yeah…

Moral of the story. Running sucks ass.

And the grandma on hey arnold is fabulous.

Okay, I am done. Goodnight.