MJ. Vancouver. This blog is one part writing, one part television, and a whole lot of bleach. Sometimes I read and talk, but mostly I just stare at the wall.
"Why are you standing on the flowers, Breaveman?"
I managed to run 5 miles in the pouring rain, and if it weren’t for asthma creeping up on me, I wouldn’t have stopped. After a fair few months of feeling awful about myself in general, I’m going to put this down as an accomplishment and probably shower until I can feel my ears again.
I also have the house to myself this weekend, so this is already better than getting hit by a van.