Am I going mad, or did the word "think" escape your lips?!?

Tomorrow, I will not have time to work out.

I just got back into a good exercise regime (read: over-exercise 6 or 7 days a week). What with disruptions like the beach, barbecues, birthdays, and boys, I hadn't been exercising so much. But I just had 4 decent workout days in a row.Imagine you're on a ship and it's on fire and things are exploding and it's sinking, and you're about to die.

But then you find a lifeboat and you're saved!

That's what it felt like being on the elliptical for an hour.


Super stylin', too. 

yeah I know it's a crappy photo

Stole the sweatpants from Little Sis. You can tell they're not mine because I would never buy trousers with writing on the bum.

They're comfy, though. Super soft. She wouldn't give them to me, so I "accidentally" took them out of the laundry pile and then cut the bottoms off (I'm a midget--I need to cut the bottoms off of most things...). Sis is normal height, so when she took the sweatpants back they looked absolutely ridiculous on her. She had no choice but to let me keep them.


That's how I have acquired a lot of her clothes. It's brilliant if you think about it. 

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Last night, I came in from having a ciggie and there was a rather large cricket waiting in the kitchen. 

I think the fact that I don't really kill bugs is old news at this point. Even when under extreme physical stress, I feel bad killing bugs. 


This is becoming a nightly occurrence in the kitchen. Idk if the same cricket is coming back, or if they're all different crickets.


I use the same cup each time a cricket finds its way up from the basement. It's been designated the Cricket Cup. 

Catching those things under a cup is not easy. Their antennae are like six inches long, and they can jump like 10 feet. Know what happens when something that can jump that far jumps from under a cup? If the cup is too light, it's going to escape. With the cup. 


I'm a pro now. I can even make sure their antennae are all the way in the cup, so they don't hurt themselves. 

And then get a piece of paper to make the bottom.

And then slide a piece of something sturdier under that (I've been using Little Sis's college applications). Carry the cricket outside, and release it back into the wild.


Or more likely, to find its way right back into the house. 


Am barbecuing tomorrow. Some friends I haven't seen in a while are coming to visit from Staten Island. Mum invited a few of her friends. I invited a few of mine, including the boy (?!?), who might come a bit later.


The surest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I am making ribs, bbq chicken, hamburgers, and a grilled vegan pizza for one of my friends. 


And s'mores cookies. I'll be documenting those. I more or less invented it by combining a few recipes I found from other people, plus my own personal touches. Hopefully they shall be fantasmic. 


Hope you're all having a good weekend so far! <3