Target under 20 minutes.
Less than $100.
Used bags & coupons.
Bomb-ass deal on Starbucks coffee.
Resisted the urge to splurge at Ulta.
Laundry NOT in procreation mode.
Lived in the moment by guzzling said coffee down like gatorade while speed-reading Melodie Beattie meditation book.
Restrained from smooshy-face-furrowed-brow-syndrome-resting-bitch-face tantrum over malfunctioning technology.
Filled up gas tank before it bellowed out in disdain “GET SOME FREAKING GAS WOMAN”
Jammed out 30 minutes of kickboxing without giving a shit about “which body part was targeted for my skinny jeans or whatever the eff”. (…can not type the actual cuss word here.. dammit I’ve lost all my South Boston Mark Wahlberg street cred…)
Refrained from rolling my eyes inappropriately in irritation at things that irritate me because I’m easily irritated as denounced from smooshy-face-irritation-syndrome aforementioned.
That’s my marathon, bitches. So let’s put that on a sticker and slap on the back of my bad-ass truck.
betwixt peace & love of course.