sight isn’t always necessary

Saturday night I smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes. This is why I just can not go out with Craig’s coworkers, no matter how exciting a party is promised to be (and this one was SO not exciting). I get nervous about being out with people I don’t know, especially perfect ones like these are, and I buy a pack compulsively before I even get to the party. Then… I go crazy on them. And I only have 8 weeks left until this stupid half marathon, so smoking is the furthest thing from what I need to be doing at this point in the summer. I should be getting into some hard-core running… and yet with this stupid ankle injury, I’m not doing anything. Fuckin’ sports. On the plus side, one of Craig’s coworkers, Rob, kept introducing me to other people as “Craig’s sporty wife, Liz”, and bragging about how great I am at doing flips on the trampoline. Weird that he’d know about my flip expertise… seeing as how last time I went to one of these parties Rob was nowhere to be found when I was on the trampoline, but oh well. At least I felt cool, for a brief moment, every time Rob introduced me that way. And then we played a stupid drinking game called “Flip Cup” that was truly retarded… but I was actually one of the first people picked for a team! Because I can flip a cup really well??? Poo. So I smoked and smoked and smoked some more – I woke up on Sunday morning with a raspy voice like Marge’s sisters on The Simpsons. Really hot.

I heard a song by a new group on my LaunchCast today – Bedouin Soundclash – they rock and I think I’m going to move to London so I can seem them in concert someday.