I am So Over
Years ago, I caved and got the cell phone. That's when it all began. Slowly, creepingly, the accoutrements piled. I own heels now. And I wear them. I drive a Honda Accord. I go to bed at a reasonable hour. I don't drink myself into oblivion every night. I don't sleep until noon on weekends.
And today, to top it all off, I sealed my doom.
I joined a gym.
I am officially a sell-out. Or an official Washingtonian. Tomato, To-mah-to.
Am considering renaming blog Buns of Steel or Hott Abs as motivational technique? Perhaps just rename the sell-out mobile?