Captain’s Log: I Plead The Fif

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If I ask you what you are doing and you reply with “not much” or something close to that I am no longer interested in our conversation. Yep, the work car is a mess. What did you spill, and how do you not have the initiative to clean up after yourself? Today I seasoned my beef with sausage… Yea… I seasoned my meat by adding more meat, I’ve hit a new high.

I hate being late, and I loathe it when I’m not the reason that we are running late! And then there’s the random ones that make you think that you might be ready to start dating again. I miss that feeling. I hate how being nice is confused as flirting. I get it now ladies, it happens to me all the time. I really am not looking for a relationship, but, I’m also not a fan of being a jerk.

So this red thing by my apartment that I was always curious about but never enough to investigate is actually kinda cool. It’s a take a book/leave a book hut… With books! I REALLY hate deciphering texts. Use full sentences people, it really is not that hard. It feels so good to run again.

And as soon as I start running what do I do? Well I sign myself up for a 15k of course, gotta start off strong. If I have to text you multiple times to get a response our conversation is going to be pretty short. Oh, so preggo it is. I hope that I’m wrong when I say this, but… Nah…

On second thought, I’ll leave it alone. I hope they make it. Just took an extra long shower and of course as I’m drying off my stomach starts to rumble. There’s a random baby’s bottle in this parking lot. At this point I feel like someone is randomly leaving things lying around just to mess with me. Or at least I hope so, it would really make for a funny game. I HATE talking to people who don’t use full sentences.
I just freaking slept through my alarm on race day, I’ve hit a new low. I really haven’t felt this shitty in a long time. I fucking hate shorthand. I don’t know these stupid fucking acronyms. If you can‘t use real words and full sentences get the fuck away from me. Far away.
The furthest most point of far away. It’s like talking to a child. Yep… Definitely need a new job. And a new car. I really feel like the last person in the world who uses full sentences in text messages.

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Until next time, good luck.

P.S. With taking this last month off this log got out of hand pretty fast. I refused to blog (aside from the ABC posts) so this got a lot of attention. So much attention that it wouldn’t fit in just one post. So, unfortunately, this is not the most up to date log… Fortunately, you won’t have to wait long for the next one.