I finally completed thirty minutes of running. I feel so fucking pleased with myself that I'm celebrating by watching Boy Meets World. I'm debating going and buying my favorite after running treat: coconut water bars with pineapple juice. But I also enjoy how comfortable I feel in my bed. I do have to shower, but I don't want to. Dilemmas.
Today was an interesting day. I got my first taste of staging at my second job, and I hate it.
I can't understand the outfits on Boy Meets World. I...I can't even. But I love that it still holds up as far as my enjoyment is concerned, because I'm having such a great time watching it. And I'm going to be thirty in five days. Which means I first watched this show twenty fucking years ago. Oh god, my feelings. Welp.
There's this, however:
I'm going out to the lake tonight to see if I can top it. I'm insanely competitive. Especially with myself.
No comments:
Post a Comment