My Cup Runneth Over

Today, I would like to share the randomness. Some days are just like that. And one of the things that stuck from the college is to write something every day (in my quest to become a writer). I'm working on that. So here 'tis for today. Happy Friday!

I wanted to share a pic of where I go to Jazzercise. I know, you're like...Okaaaaay...(I imagine you saying this in my mom's voice and tone). But it's such a neat building. Old. Yellow. Ghosts. I loves it. Besides, you know, the losing of the weight (which has yet to happen, cuz muscle weighs MORE than fat--true story), and sweating (which I have surprisingly grown to love, cuz I imagine melting calories running down my forehead and back), the good music, the fact that I can remember the moves now and actually do them, the awesome peeps there, and how I like to pretend I'm a dancer--I just really like the feel of the place. The wood floors, how they open the windows, the little nooks and crannies, the dust bunnies. I want to live there. I imagine where I'd put my couch and everything. Is that weird?



A couple days ago I realized I had a new friend. On my face. A nice, and new (shiny) pimple. Well, I haven't decided if it's a pimple or a spider bite. I'm kind of leaning towards the spider bite. I will not go into detail how freakity I am right now, thinking that there was a SPIDER ON MY FACE, within the vicinity of my mouth.




Anyway, it's new, and if it's a spider bite, I feel it's going to be here a while. I have another spider bite elsewhere on my body (which will remain a mystery to you) and it is still there after um...three months or something awful like that. It's not as full per say, but the redness is still there. All pretty and stuff. And the pic of my spider bite shown below would be more shocking (and pretty) without the make up. I should be a make up artist with the way I can cover that baby up, but you know no make up just isn't going to happen on the blog. That's just crazy talk.

So basically, since it's probably going to be here a while, I'm calling it a beauty mark (the glass is always full). Think Cindy Crawford. Okay, more like John Boy Walton. Whichever, I'm just gonna own it and call it mine. And at least the spider didn't bite me on my Hepatitis eye ( I Look Good In Yellow ). Again, the glass is always full.

Thanks for playing! (P.S. I added another pic, pointing out my spider bite/pimple/John Boy Walton Beauty Mark, cuz my sister & Dee said they couldn't see it...ha ha...)