Mmmm, yes, Double It
I found that in a relatively new city, a good way to learn your way around is exploring by running. Unfortunately, I'm finding that while there are plenty of fine new housing developments in North Kansas City, they're taking the place of otherwise perfectly fine running trails.
I did manage to sustain another weird running-related "injury" when I mistakenly ran through a patch of poison ivy. By the time I got back to my apartment, my legs were covered in itchy bumps. It goes up there with the time I ran 16 miles in Colorado when it was -27 degrees without the wind chill. It left me with moderate frost bite in various parts of my body, some publishable, others not.
To add insult to injury, something caught fire when I was preheating my oven. Because I was in the shower trying to wash off what I could of the poison ivy residue, I came out to the tune of my fire alarm. I finally got things figured out (all while I wearing my birthday suit, one obvious benefit of living by yourself), but it meant that I was going to have to eat cereal for dinner once again until I get my stove figured out. I wish my mom lived with me so she could help me get by in this mean, cruel world.
Wait, what's that? I have to work tomorrow?
By the way, I sent out a mass email about this, but for those who didn't get it, my new phone number is 816-456-0882.
Give me a call sometime. Or don't.
P.S. — Kealing, never underestimate the appeal of articles about rural airport expansion. If Dolph wanted me to write 40 inches of notes for five straight days (40x5=200) about women's semi-pro golf, then there must be a rotary club or two in Texas that appreciated your work.
I did manage to sustain another weird running-related "injury" when I mistakenly ran through a patch of poison ivy. By the time I got back to my apartment, my legs were covered in itchy bumps. It goes up there with the time I ran 16 miles in Colorado when it was -27 degrees without the wind chill. It left me with moderate frost bite in various parts of my body, some publishable, others not.
To add insult to injury, something caught fire when I was preheating my oven. Because I was in the shower trying to wash off what I could of the poison ivy residue, I came out to the tune of my fire alarm. I finally got things figured out (all while I wearing my birthday suit, one obvious benefit of living by yourself), but it meant that I was going to have to eat cereal for dinner once again until I get my stove figured out. I wish my mom lived with me so she could help me get by in this mean, cruel world.
Wait, what's that? I have to work tomorrow?
By the way, I sent out a mass email about this, but for those who didn't get it, my new phone number is 816-456-0882.
Give me a call sometime. Or don't.
P.S. — Kealing, never underestimate the appeal of articles about rural airport expansion. If Dolph wanted me to write 40 inches of notes for five straight days (40x5=200) about women's semi-pro golf, then there must be a rotary club or two in Texas that appreciated your work.
posted by The University Daily Kansan at 7:16 PM
5 Comments:
OK, I'm going to stop trying. Steve will be known henceforth as the one who shall remain unnamed. You won this time, Vockrodt! However, come to me if you ever want another Don Zimmer faceplant into the ground. Ohhhh yeah!
No life,
AKS
I feel the need to clarify that I was the one who came up with the Don Zimmer reference -- not Steve. Yes, Steve is clever. But, for once, I was clever. And he brutally co-opted my one shining moment. Damn you, Steve. Damn you.
That would be me -- Michelle "Dumbass" Burhenn who wrote the above comment to take credit for something. Apparently to take credit for something you should write your name after it.
Yes, 'twas Michelle who came up with the Zimmer reference, and it was an accurate one. Do you know what fear is? Do you know what it's like to have a drunk Michelle, Marissa and Steve running at you, arms outstretched?!?
Still no life,
AKS
Uh, take it from me, you do NOT wish your mom was living with you. Unless you like pain and suppression. Then I could understand.
Overly mothered in Philly
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