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i want to wake up where you are, i won’t say anything at all.
it’s the simple things: i love today.
- woke up early to sunshine
- went to cha for a latte & reading time (steve jobs biography)
- snatched a $80 pullover for $10
- longest (1.5 mile) run around the neighbourhood since i stress fractured both of my calves
- drove to pops for sodas with my sister
- took a siesta with my puppy
- and now i’m getting ready for a castle/hot tub date.
bye xxxx
Russell Westbrook has a new job working at The Hundreds warehouse.
The Hundreds happen to be one of my favorite brands and Russell Westbrook happens to be one of my favorite Shane Battier assassins in the NBA. So imagine my delight when I stumbled upon this picture of Russ on their blog with the caption, “ Russell Westbrook of the Oklahoma City Thunder has a lot of free time these days, so he’s helping out part-time in our warehouse.”
Now, I’m sure Westbrook isn’t pulling a Delonte West and getting a job moving boxes around. The Hundreds are from Los Angeles just like Russell (and myself) and they just happen to be a part of Cali’s urban culture. But if Russell is working there, maybe he can get Bobby to design some more NBA related streetwear.
seriously can we just get married already yes okay thanks
nbaoffseason / by: nbaoffseason
Nineteen
and I can’t even grasp the year that has passed me by. This may take awhile:
- I spent Christmas in the OKC airport overnight.
- Flew overseas for the first time in my life.
- Had English coffee, paid for by a typical old Englishman.
- Ordered a drink at the original Hard Rock Cafe.
- Saw London.
- Involuntarily developed a British accent for a couple of days.
- Bought my now favorite boots in London.
- Shopped London’s Oxford Street.
If it’s really going to have to be that cold, the first snow of the season best be falling on my birthday.
It’s 72 degrees outside, a day before Thanksgiving.
It’ll be 25 degrees by tonight.
I really hate Oklahoma.
You know what I’ve got, such a heavy heart.
Hey, first day of summer- you’re already treating me so grand and it’s only noon. Dozed on and off until eleven, finally woke to a lawn mower and not looking forward to having to be to work in another hour. Checked my phone to have a text message from my co-worker asking to back it up until three, so I braided my hair back (I haven’t been able to braid my hair my entire life, but a few days ago I magically became a professional), threw on my new jeans to run up to Walgreens for them to be playing Boston by Augustana and go to my childhood doughnut store that I thought’d be closed by eleven thirty (but they weren’t) for a “doughnut man”.
Now I’ve got a doughnut man, Ida Maria, and a good two and a half hours to get laundry and chores done before going to work with my favorite co-workers. Lovelovelove.
We’re crashing cars we used to share
Twelve years later, it’s over. I never have to attend another day of public school merely because the law says so, never again am I to be submitted to being treated by anything less than I am. It’s over. High school is over. I never have to go back. I couldn’t feel more free- the rest of my life? It’s entirely in my hands, I can do whatever I so desire with it.
Yesterday, I somehow made it 9.33 miles around Lake Hefner on my feet in just over two hours. While this is not exactly speedy (I’m blaming part of my speed on the strong wind off the lake), I’m shocked I was actually able to make it around there that fast and that well after averaging four miles or so each run- that’s just under three miles short of a half-marathon.
As usual, I did quite a lot of thinking while running- two hours worth, anyway. For a good while I was imagining how nice it’d be to have a cute boyfriend to come home to after I finished (or even to run it with me like several people I saw), curl up on the couch and watch Garden State or Breakfast at Tiffany’s, something like that. I then realised that’s the last thing I wanted right now- I don’t want there to be a single question in my mind that I just might be doing this for anyone or anything other than myself.
With that in mind, I’m off to fight through being sore from yesterday and make a few laps around the neighbourhood, hopefully a bit faster this time.
I have a feeling this summer is going to be the one everyone always dreams of. I have a job I love, the best of best friends, cute new clothes, the LRA Disarmament and Northern Uganda Recovery Act is being signed into law today, best friend’s cute brand new Jeep, I’m getting in the best shape I’ve been in since 2004, and I’ve got complete control over my life.
Oh, my tongue’s the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart
I’m running 13.1 miles in the Tulsa Route 66 Half-Marathon on November 21st, 2010.
I’m running 26.2 miles in the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon on May 1st, 2011.
This is not just another thing I’ll forget, just another thing that anything will be able to knock me down on.
Stress fractures, back aches, migraines- step aside. I’m dead serious this time around.
and after that? What’s to come next? The Redman Triathlon? Swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles, and run 26.2?
Oh, goodness. I’ve really lost my mind this time around, haven’t I?
Powered by Taco Bell, summer mornings and entirely too much Red Bull.
