running and sleeping wtih boys

it was hard enough doing my 3 mile run on thursday by myself. but today. today i did 6 . by myself! (except boogie, of course)

and it was hard as hell, but i feel really damn good about it.

i smell fabulous. and i'm as red as gypsy blood.

but i'm gonna go take a shower, and maybe go have a Fat Tire and lounge around on the pub couches with a book or something.

yesterday was all about the sweltering and the steaming annd the good cheese and champagne and views of my city from amaznig hilltop apartments and parties with 3 decks looking over downtown and coit tower.

and then in the real-grownup-married-people's house , sleeping soundly next to a boy in a bed that belonged to neither of us. yesterday morning, waking up and showering and drinkign coffee in the living room of these people i don't really know.

and to be honest. what i thought was "i have the keys. i have their coffee. possession! i'll just never leave and they'll have to go somewhere else"

mmm i love the smell of just-after-a-run.

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