Arrgghh… nothing puts me in a bad mood more than not getting to sleep until after 4 am because my bogan trash neighbour is playing her freaken doof doof music at full volume… again. Then going outside to find our yard littered with Jim Beam cans. I want to kill her, except that would be bad kharma so I just wish she’d move somewhere a long, long way away. Like Moe. I’m sure she’d be happier there.
There should be a law against that kind of thing. Oh yeah there is – just that NOBODY seems to police it!
Then I went to the football and my team played like shit. Blah! And I feel like an overeating, fatty fat fat pig.
Got home and felt to sick to go for a run then realised that wasn’t really helping matters so I put on my lovely new running dress (did I mention I bought a running dress on Friday?) and hit the streets. Since I can only run 2 kms, I’ve been doing my usual 5 km block but doing a 1 km walk warm up then 2 km run and 2 km cooldown. It’s better than nothing, right?
I’m still pissy but I did notice the Beam cans have gone from the yard (maybe she had an attack of guilts and cleaned them up while we were out). Plus I noticed all the magnolia trees are blossoming in Gertrude St and that makes me feel happy inside.