Steph and I decided to play an entire game of scrabble while freely cheating, although we wouldn't have had to, because we totally would have come up with these words on our own.
two things: one to do with running, the other with my fastly-deteriorating fashion sense
I've started running again. I'm not sure if I ever "officially" stopped, but I only ran twice in August, totalling about nine miles, so I kind of felt like when I restarted in September that I was, well, restarting. This is probably not even blog-worthy. It would probably be better served disappearing into the chasm that is facebook, but I need blog topics, so here it is. I once had a friend (coughcoughangelacough) who said that she didn't run outside because she was afraid that just maybe, she ran "funny," and people would see her. Being an awesome friend, I insisted that surely she didn't. I lied. I have never even seen her run. I have just recently decided that she does run funny. Wanna know why? (as if spell check didn't underline 'wanna') Everyone runs funny. Quite seriously, everyone . I prefer to run outside, because the treadmill sucks my will to live, and a mile or two in I turn into a sighing, eye-rolling teenager, o
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My BIL cheats like crazy. It drives me crazy and makes me super competitive. I should probably just let it go.
As soon as I find out someone is cheating I just try to out-cheat her!