Running, Capt. Wentworth, and Lyric of the Week

I am so in love with running.

I realized this today as I was walking the last block in to my house after pounding the hell out of two miles. Nothing beats that feeling of unbridled power. Or the swagger you get after the run's over and the sound of Rihanna's Rude Boy is pulsing provocatively in your ears. It's like the ultimate power stance, the ultimate cardio high. Ahhhh I love it so much!!!!!
Running releases so much tension for me. It's like the ultimate de-stressor, I feel like I could go for miles and miles and miles and never get enough.

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I just finished Persuasion. A sense of dignified accomplishment occupies my existance, and a quiet thread of inspiration is winding its way through the muddled thoughts of my brain.

Captain Wentworth is lovely, but of course, incomparable to Mr. Knightley.
That's mostly all I got from the book. It was beautifully written, and I'm excited to discuss it with the book club on Sunday evening, but nonetheless, I felt like Anne was far too quiet and complacent for my liking, Lady Russell could have done with a nice, long vacation somewhere far, far, FAR away, Sir Walter deserved a comeuppance and Charles Musgrove was the true hero of the novel for constantly putting up with and being devoted to Mary.

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Lyric of the week:

"you scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot. Happy Christmas my arse, I pray God it's our last."

The Irish have an impeccable way with words.
:)