~'From the hip', by Lloyd Cole and the Commotions, because nobody does throaty melancholy like Lloyd ("sick and i'm tired and i don't care anymore"?) and when i saw his vid for 'Perfect Skin' in jr. high, it confirmed a lot of things.
~Sex & the City, baaahahahahahhaha! just kidding. gross.
hi gang-
brief entry. haven't felt much like saying hi lately. pretty sure you're ok with that.
i've been missing my girlfriends lately: sweet virginia has a new beau and we've different schedules; trish lives over there -- i know she has a family and all, but i want to escape somewhere with her. i'm selfish that way. and rachael has a rich, fascinating life with dogs n' stuff. stephanie, bicycle-face, do you remember our sketchbook?
i want to talk just a bit about the Walk. the susan g. komen walk spanned 3 days and 60 miles. i gotta say, i'm super glad that i did it alone because i'm a fast walker. i go crazy with slow walkers. but i can't wait to do it again next year. in fact, next year can't come soon enough (funny, most of the other gals who've been through the C-muck don't mind getting older, either. bring on another year, more hair, eyebrows, toenails, sunsets and yay, birthdays!)
i had the best tent-mate a gal could ask for: Laurie was a doll. and funny funny.
so here are some more pics from the weekend, and i think i'm done blogging about cancer for a while. i've got enough of it in my daily slog and i'm pretty sure it's boring for you. as it happens, this blog is my only outlet. there are times when i feel i need to talk about what i went through and the things it permanently changed, so you, poor dear readers, get the blah blah.
thanks for hanging out, kids. check back for more intelligent talk soon. guuuuuh.
cheers,
clink.
drool.
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