So, everything hurts. Like, everything. Things hurt that I don’t even understand why they hurt. It all hurts. Where in hell did I find these people? Y’all. When Beautiful Beastie creates a Facebook event. And calls it Endurance Day. Like that’s an actual fucking holiday or something. Maybe keep scrolling. Because this chick. The other … Continue reading National Endurance Day
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We Love Her More Than Iron Mountain
So, we’ve established that I’m not a good liar, right? I’m not good at playing things off. It’s my face. That bitch gives me away every damn time. And then my brain gets involved and I start stumbling around shit. Neither of them can be trusted. So why, then, was I the person placed in … Continue reading We Love Her More Than Iron Mountain
Average Tuesday Night
Everything hurts. I spent the entire day yesterday watching my phone. I mean, working, too. Obviously. But also, just watching. My phone. Just waiting for these people to cancel North Mountain. Who the fuck runs North Fucking Mountain on a Tuesday night? In December? In the middle of Fall SOL testing? Apparently us. If it … Continue reading Average Tuesday Night
Not My Fault
Holy hell, y’all kind of lost your minds on the Facebooks and Messengers while I was socialling last night. Y’all said some words. Hurtful words. That’s ok. So...you’re bailing? Why does everyone always assume I’m gonna bail? How did I get this reputation? This was the conversation with F4 Guy. Who was going to the … Continue reading Not My Fault
Better Than Homeless Massage
Sushi. Doritos. And what is that? Dip? Yes, child. That is dip. Oh. For the chips. Yes, child. For the chips. Aaaand a toothbrush. Because of the sushi, Doritos, and dip. ...sure. Let’s say that’s why I need that. Look, I don’t need your judgement, cashier boy. Just lemme pay for my stuff. I wasn’t … Continue reading Better Than Homeless Massage
Terrible Lies
I snuck through Vinton last night. Trying not to be seen. But I can’t not admit to what I did. I’m a terrible deviant. Like, I can be wildly inappropriate with no problem. I have no issues with trespassing in the name of adventure and mountain views. I’m quite fond of the curse words. I’ll … Continue reading Terrible Lies
Catawba Run But Not Around
So, my girls ran the Athens Marathon yesterday. Or they are running it. Yesterday. Or maybe they’re running it right now. I don’t really understand the time-space continuum between continents. I might’ve figured it out during the time I lived in Ireland. If I’d made it outside of a pub every now and then. Also, … Continue reading Catawba Run But Not Around
Twenty Six Degrees
26 degrees. That’s the temperature it will be at 6am tomorrow. When I’m starting out on the Catawba Run Around. It will be 26 degrees. Here. Where I live. Not even on a mountain. Which means it will probably be 16 degrees on North Mountain. Which is already the worst place in the world. I … Continue reading Twenty Six Degrees
One Rule: Don’t Talk About Greece
We have one rule for this week. It’s just one. So you should all be able to remember. And follow it. NO ONE TALKS ABOUT GREECE. Talk about Fight Club all you want. Just don’t mention Greece. For this week, we just pretend that place doesn’t even exist. I’m looking at you, J-Vicious. He’s looking … Continue reading One Rule: Don’t Talk About Greece
RVTR Into The Darkness Reunion
Yesterday, during my home visits, the father of one of my probationers told me I can’t go out on the mountains today. I mean, he didn’t exactly say it as an order. He was wearing a pink shirt. You can only be taken but so seriously while wearing a pink shirt. Except on Wednesdays. That’s … Continue reading RVTR Into The Darkness Reunion
Shine My Way 