"alfie, do this. alfie, do that."

why can't somebody else do this and that.

sorry.

deep down inside, i like to feel wanted.

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quote of the day - darth vader

"I find your lack of faith disturbing"

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i like nipples

SHAME ON YOU FOR CLICKING ON THIS BLOG POST!

tee hee.

hi

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i’m bored

(( twiddling thumbs ))

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eh? whaaaa?

for shits and giggles, i logged on an old email.

which had me log on to an old profile that i made years ago on classmates.com

and fuck all those websites taht make you pay money to fully use their site. but i digress.

i got this email from this guy who i had a crush on during my freshman year. the headline is.. get this..."glad you made it out okay"

and it proceeds as so...

"Hi Alfie I don't know if you remember me but I remember you and am glad to see that you seem to be doing great I was a bad senior who had to take a bunch of art classes to graduate I used them as my foreign language credits and you were in one of my classes it seemed like you were having such a rough time with school and I felt so bad for such a pretty girl to be having a crappy time glad you are doing well and all if you can't remember me thats ok I just remembered you when I saw your name and hoped you got through school with as little drama as possible "

huh?????? i don't remember having a rough time in highschool. i don't!! i didn't drink. i didn't do drugs. i didn't sleep around. i maintained a 3.5 average. i had lots of friends. i was pretty active and if i had problems, i danced.

i mean...i dunno. but then again, it was so long ago.

((( thinking )))

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"omigod, not to gloss over your running tip..."

so i HAD to post these responses from my friends because i doubt they would do it.


after reading my running post,

slim said: ohmigod not to gloss over your getting back on the running tip in any way but I WANT A BACON ALARM CLOCK

he continues: hey, if i can't have a sweetie cooking the best meal o the day for me before and/or after the >romp, i will settle for the bacon alarm clock. real woman > bacon, but bacon > no bacon.

in which i copied and pasted to ver's chat box...

ver's response: that is the best way to wake up...next to a hot man on my crotch...










damn... i'd like to wake up next to a hot man on my crotch too. please make him intelligent... and emotionally stable.... and drug and alcohol free...and have all his teeth.

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joy atari, the reluctant ninja athlete

soooooo, i started training again.

as fucked up as my ankle and knees are, i am doing it again. i never knew gravity was so strong. it is like the pull was holding each of my ankles on each stride, taunting me like "come on, biyatch! how bad do you want this?"

at which i paused and said to myself...

"i dunno. that's a good question."


you know, it's fun when you are training with your crew. you are reassured that someone knows what you are going through.

not this time. everybody who ran it with me is bowing out. they are cool.

i tried doing it this year but i injured myself so bad that there was no way.

what possesses me to do this again, and this time alone and not as gung-ho, is beyond my comprehension. i think vanessa's right and deep down inside, i need structure. and running gives me that. it gives me peace of mind. it is what i consider "church" and i never have felt so close to God, myself, and to my mortality, sensing its strength and its fragility.

or maybe deep down inside, i want to wear a sexy pirate costume for halloween.




hahhahahaha. kidding.



but whatever it is, here is to the endorphins, and the blurring of the bento walls of alfie numeric.

hell yea, my running jacket zips up to a ninja mask

"and then shit starts to make sense..."

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leatherface never have been so huggable

one of my bosses is an illustrator and a comic book fan. it's cool as of late because i have been talking to him about tips on character development, sketching scenery and graphic novels.

he just got this on friday

this is dope, right down to the mud and blood on his boots.

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so not a morning person...

dear alfie,

please bring your butt into work on time.


sincerely,

the management.


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it's true.

i suck at getting up in the morning.

so i need something that will wake me up in the morning.

so a friend of mine in chicago, parable, gave me these links:

the chumby:


it's cute. and i like the idea of waking up to a podcast. and to the internet.

but i think i spend too much time on the interenet as it is.. and paying $179.00 for an alarm clock is probably in the realm of crazy...

and then there is the wak'n bacon:








Device

by Matty Sallin, Daniel Bartolini, Hsiao-huh Hsu

WHAT: An alarm clock that wakes you up with the smell and sizzle of cooking bacon.

WHY: No one likes to wake up, especially by an alarm. This clock gently wakes you up with the mouthwatering aroma of bacon, just like waking up on a Sunday morning to the smell of Mom cooking breakfast. Unless you're Jewish.

HOW: A frozen strip of bacon is placed in Wake n' Bacon the night before. Because there is a 10 minute cooking time, the clock is set to go off 10 minutes before the desired waking time. Once the alarm goes off, the clock it sends a signal to a small speaker to generate the alarm sound. We hacked the clock so that the signal is re-routed by a microchip that in responds by sending a signal to a relay that throws the switch to power two halogen lamps that slow-cook the bacon in about 10 minutes.






buahahhahaha!






personally, i would like a hot man to wake me up by making me breakfast. rowr.

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what i talk about when i talk about running

reading: Pop Gun Volume 1
watching: Harold and Kumar's Escape from Guantanamo Bay (when i am sick and my brain is mush, i watch mush
eating: well, drinking miso soup and green tea (trying to sweat the fever out)


it's such a beautiful day today, and i spent most of it sleeping.

i managed to shower, dress up and sit on my porch steps while drinking lemonade. if i weren't so sleepy, i'd roll over to the west side and do some healing on the sand. but who am i kidding? i can't even manage to get myself to start my car.




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i am so picking up this book!!!

"Haruki Murakami offers a tough-love take on running marathons and writing novels..."



"Murakami stresses the importance of training in both disciplines, debunking misconceptions about the writerly life as he goes."

Review
For acclaimed Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami, the act of running and the act of writing are inextricably linked — like two sides of the same track-shaped Möbius strip. As his new memoir, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, explains, one begat the other: with the start of his writing career at age 33, the sedentary nature of the activity necessitated an exercise regimen to stay fit. Thus, the book artfully marries two topics that many people don't often see as going together — sports and creativity. The result is a fantastic read with broad appeal; beyond just runners and writers, What I Talk About holds inspiration for anyone who's passionate about an athletic or creative endeavor.

As Murakami writes about the evolution of his running career — from his first marathon to his first ultramarathon (62 miles) to his first triathlon — he constantly circles back to how his athletic experiences have impacted his writing practice, and vice versa. Throughout, he stresses the importance of training in both disciplines, debunking misconceptions about the writerly life as he goes: "The whole process — sitting at your desk, focusing your mind like a laser beam, imagining something out of a blank horizon, creating a story, selecting the right words, one by one, keeping the whole flow of the story on track — requires far more energy, over a long period, than most people ever imagine."

Sure, such advice can sound a little self-congratulatory at times, but Murakami's tough-love take on writing seems bracing in the context of an unending stream of "craft"-oriented tomes. Whereas a classic writer's book like Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird deals in trade-based tips — "The very first thing I tell my new students on the first day of a workshop is that good writing is about telling the truth" — Murakami jettisons such undeniable (but not particularly helpful) truisms in favor of stressing the importance of elbow grease. Or, writing as sport.

If you're resting on your laurels — or worse yet, your daydreams — What I Talk About will come as a rousing reminder that there's no substitute for hard work. Indeed, practice makes perfect.
- J.K. Glei

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