eeeeventful

i knew i was pushing the gas tank but laughed hysterically when my car gave out around fifth and broadway this morning. pretty sure i angered the guy in the car behind me when i cut into his lane. but girl had to get out of the heavy flow of traffic. my momentum gave out just as i used the big guns to steer into the drive thru entrance of kfc/a&w.

i threw on my emergency blinkers and marched to the nearby 711. problem solved in ten minutes or less.

i headed south to manitou to defeat the incline (tho thot about driving straight through to new mexico...).

half way up, it started to pour hurricane rain, and suddenly i had painted-on pants and two shirts so soaked through i could have filled a kiddie pool. twice.

i thought about turning around once the thunder and lightening hit, but you just don't stop when you are hiking such a grandiose mountain!

i froze the whole way home but was determined to pick up some running shoes and grab some groceries. i actually appologized to the cutie whole foods boy for "looking like a wet dog."

who says that?

i ate an ice cream sandwich for dinner and promptly crawled in bed by 8:30. now...watching some unrated jenny mccarthy film (dirty love). quality. carmen electra plays an african american bikini waxer. i wonder if prince guided her on that one... surprisingly, this is not a joke (or a porn, for that matter).

my body is finally realizing its just climbed hundreds of steps and thousands of feet and despite the salt bath and tylenol, oooooouch.


if this doesn't lend to a solid nights sleep, than i am almost out of options...

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