There is a stretch of about 5 miles in the Cascade foothills where the flora and fauna have no children, and thus no school fundraiser produced calendars, and thus no sense of time, where the warm days of November produce Scotch Broom and St. John's Wort blossoms, busy arteries of almond scented millipedes and woolly bears, outcrops of shaggy manes and orange cups, but mostly you have to slow down to give way to procrastinating orb weavers, back away when their webs float into your path. Every now and again they latch on to your knee and you have to stop and back away, kick at the air, and the more you struggle, the closer this spider gets. Eventually it hits the ground, curls up, and tries to pretend it is a stone or a memory. Such a goddamned sweet sting.
I counted no fewer than 6 moles squashed into the pavement, a red tailed hawk hovering, embarrassed, waiting for me to carry on and not bear witness to his ineptitude, a covey of quail, and a garter snake desperate for warm blood. I ran out of gatorade and chocolate mocha supreme and kept saying to myself, 'Do not eat! Do not eat!' but of course, I don't have a personal tormentor, someone who is there at all times to pinch my waist and sigh, disgustedly at my figure.
It is all sugar, this weight, and entirely from wine and beer and beer and wine. My knees hurt dreadfully in the beginning, but then it was just emotional pain, knowing that I am racing against quality, not quantity. I dreamt last night I was crashing, and it was such a welcome collapse, like when you are winning too much, you're friends begin to draw away, you think, we can never be that happy when one of us is so full of fortune, and you no longer want to play. I am happy to hold the ticker tape.
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I definitely want to give up when one of us is winning too much and the other too little. You might even say that my very first kiss was my first kiss goodbye.
if this is just your subtle way of asking me not to spill any more beer on you, no dice, my friend.
I drove past Yelm on Saturday -- it was sunny in the afternoon. But it had been amazingly foggy in the morning in Olympia, so I ran on a treadmill indoors because I am not very brave and didn't have "wet, cold air" running clothes.
Re: the titles of your posts... Billy and I are strongly considering using that as our wedding song.
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