Cause it's that kind of day.
Did anyone else see the WNBA fight? Crap, those bitches are fierce!
Me personally? I never got in a fight. The closest I ever came to fighting was in the sixth grade - Jenny Rodriguez was trying to steal my friend away, so I shit-talked her and she decided that was grounds to kick my ass.
So after school, we met at the corner, and before I could get the first swing in, she knocked my sissy-ass in the snow pile. It was humiliating, but bound to happen - after all, she outweighted me a good 20 pounds, had a white-girl afro, and a dead-tooth. Now, why that all made her tougher than me, I don't know, but it sure did scare the crap out of me back then.
Something tells me, though, that if I met her in a dark alley tonight, I would give her a ass-kicking she'd never forget, complete with a bitch slap from my Ironman medal.
Love Your Kids
Today, I had to close the door to my office and cry on my desk.
We just got a horrible case in - guardians killed a 12-year-old after years of grotesque torture - I mean, shit you can't even understand how people think up.
And sometimes, you just have to cry it out.
And then go back to work.
Are You Kidding Me?
I was leaving the gym when I got an email notice on my phone.
Apparently, there is photo evidence of my DNF.
So I tried to copy it ('cause lord knows I'm not buying this memory), and post it here.
You can click on it, but I don't think it enlarges. But if it did, you would see me stiffling my tears as I cross into transition. And man, do I look good and pissed off - you can just tell by the scowl, the swinging arms, the stomping feet. Now THAT'S a pout in progress. I can just imagine the thoughts going through my head:
"Mother fucking race...I hate this shit...Triathlon sucks money balls..fuck this shit....I'm goin' home...."
Or something like that.....