Tonight, EmoPants and I went to the Ikea Crayfish Party!
Yep. You read right. All you can eat crayfish (or as we ‘mericans call ‘em, crawfish. MURICA!), smoked salmon, shrimp, sides, salad, and desserts.
At Ikea. The same Ikea where you buy (and usually assemble) furniture. It’s weird, but like most Ikea stuff, it’s good!
I woke up today feeling sleepy, but good. But persistent little negative things slowly wore me down, and by 3pm, I felt like everything was terrible. I was upset, frustrated, and angsty. So I did the only logical thing to do at that point: I turned to Twitter to vent.
genuine old pic. not hipsters. no lomo.
Today is my grandma’s birthday, and it was because of her that I thought my name should be April. Her birthday was May 1 and her name was May. So as a child, I figured since my birthday was April 1, my name should be April. Plus, I thought April from TMNTs was super cool.
Happy birthday, Grandma! We miss you, but I know you’re watching out for me and my family. From keeping us safe to making sure our days are sunny and our food tastes good, your presence is felt every day.
Love you always,
The other day, when I popped out of bed at 5:15am, my first thought was “Why in the world am I doing this?” The answer: to run.
For almost any other occasion, waking up at 5 or even 6am would set off a medley of moans, groans, and attempts to negotiate a later time. But for some reason, waking up before the sun is out is acceptable when it comes to running. It must be love.
We all do crazy things in the name of love. We lose sleep, we travel far distances, and we may even suffer for love. But it’s worth it because these things make us happy. And that’s all that matters.
“Is it Rock ‘N’ Roll?” he asked me between breaths. It was cool and drizzling, but we were pushing this morning’s run pace a bit.
“No, dude. Boston Marathon is, like, THE premier event for marathoners!” I explained. (Sometimes I forget that W wasn’t into running like I was.) “With my last marathon PR, even if I was 120 years old, I wouldn’t have qualified for Boston!”
This post contains no new, groundbreaking, never-before-heard revelations in it. You can read it and by the end, your mind will remain unblown and your socks not knocked off. You have been warned.
I’ve always been a writer, but I’ve been pretty terrible at actually writing for myself. I’ve usually been tasked with writing about what others think which lead to work writing what others wanted me to write. Funny how that turned out.
They always say the best way to get better at something is to do it. So here I am. I am a writer, so write I must.
a bunch of balloons (at Disneyland) http://instagram.com/p/RWRM_UnHA6/