plumbers, ryan lochte, and coregasms

a few things.

- one -
it is safe to say i am fully addicted to diet mt. dew. sometimes i can force feed (force drink? force water?) myself water and eventually get used to it, and actually want water. people who just get up out the bed and think, "ahhhh, water!" {anj davis} blow my mind. it's not that i hate it so much, it's just that i'd rather have something more delicious - like ice cold diet mt. dew in a can, but bottle works if there's no other choice. my dmd madness has been on in some form or another since high school. :( i used to be a teacher's aid in fourth period, and all we {me and the teacher} did was drink cans of diet mt. dew from the teacher's lounge. but, i think my dmd problem is much more than caffeine. y'all, even when i drink the caffeine free ones, i feel all jazzed up like i can blog for years, typing 94857348798 words a minute, after i run a few laps.

now, before the preachin' starts, i KNOW how terrible diet drinks are for you. hell, i can't even sit indian style. i'm pretty sure there's a strong correlation between the poison in diet drinks/me being crazy dehydrated and the fact that my joints are locked up tight.

i don't think quitting cold turkey is gonna get it. my plan is to force myself to drink my orange juice jug of water everyday. and, if i want a diet drink, i can have it. but, i have to drink the water regardless. hopefully, one day, water will sound more appealing than DMD.
thing is, i never start with the water until supper. :/

as i write this, it's 4:09 pm, and i've had some light cranberry juice/diet ginger ale and a .......

diet mt. dew. and no water. 

YET.

- two -
did y'all know that doing crunches can give you a stronger core?
 and a coregasm?

I mean, I don't have an mba from chapel thrill or anything, but something about this ain't addin' up. else, we'd all be walkin' around with abs of steel, no? 

- three -
somebody gave ryan lochte his own show.

from the trailer he totally seems like an arrogant prick.

might be aiight to watch on mute, kinda like most of channing tatum's movies.

- four -
i hate when people need to be in and out of your house.

see, what had happened was a little drip here, a little drip there = hole cut in wall, and hole cut in downstairs ceiling to fix the wet spot in the sheet rock.

awesomesauce.

i wanted to take a shower after my walk in the blazin' hot sun today. but, i was afraid they'd show up, knock, and then after i didn't answer, let themselves in, and come upstairs while i'm in the shower that they are workin' on.

no bueno.

no need to repeat that time at state when i may or may not have gotten out of the shower and stood in front of a window {which faces nothing but a roof!!} and dropped my towel and proceeded to put on lotion. part i didn't realize is that there were like 5 construction workers repairing the roof.

absolutely. wanted. to. vomit.

and skipped an important class because i was too embarrassed to walk outside for the rest of the day.


- five -
i often think, 'if i could just write a book, anonymously, we'd be rich, no question.' but, i'm still afraid the people that it was based on will figure me out.
i was talking to my friend the other day, and she suggested that in the meantime before i write my own off the wall, i-couldn't-make-this-shit-up books, that i read these:



so, i went to the library {the library, y'all!!} and checked 'em out. i have not been in a library not on a school campus in years, and man, do they smell awesome, or do they smell awesome?


so, whatch'all been up to?