Anyways Annalee was like "hey why don't we run there?"
And ya know, I'm always up for a run, because I'm a runner. So I was like "yes ma'am, we are going on a run whoopdy doodi doo" and if I ran I could
* Okay so those of you reading who don't know me very well, I never feel awkward or weird or stress about anything. Really. It's a divine gift from the heavens. I live a great life.
Well... after pumping iron, we decided to race-sprint back home. Because honestly, I hadn't run enough and I need to. It's some intrinsic necessity. Run Lizzy. Runnnnnnn.
People were leaping out of the way for us like they had been sucked into some Schwarzwald Radius. It was frickin' sweet.
So we were sprinting and I was probably about 50 meters in front of my blonde competitor when this person of the male species cheers Annalee on. -- "Catch her, catch her! You can catch her!" Hahaha. He was so attractive (...I think. If you haven't forgotten, I sprinted past him... not much stare time).
That's my dash of Lizzy for the 2210 Tingey apartment blog soup.
And we lived happily ever after.
P.S.
Everyone always notices my hair because I have long dark hair. They end up in pants, laps, shirts, boats, sinks, ehh... the usual. These unfortunate strands have been dubbed "Lizzy hairs" BUT you know just about 40 minutes ago I was brushing my teeth and I felt something in my toothbrush and you know what I pulled out? A blonde hair.
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