I just found out that this is my 100th post. I am elated, for this is a stellar achievement.
So stellar, that I can now justify the boatload of money I spent yesterday on makeup and skincare products from Sephora.
Retroactive rewards: Justify anything today!
I can’t get the word “capricious” out of my head. It’s been up there jogging around for at least two weeks now — haunting, nagging, luring.
Damn it.
This worries me.
I’m no fan of impulsivity, inconsistency or whimsy; those characteristics… they vex me. I am careful, orderly, thoughtful, as Capricorns generally are, and I’ve stayed within these bounds for a long time. Comfortably. Successfully.
But impulses are stirring within, impulses that may have always been a part of me but have been unrecognizable because of years of method. Much like the word “caprice,” which has always been a part of “Capricorn.”
To every lovesick woman who believes she can fix her broken man:
You will fail.
Trust me.
Now save yourself.
Because there are other things on my mind, I will post later about something other than DIE(t)ing, as this past weekend showed a lack of regard for my newfound philosophy of mindful eating. I did, however, manage to run/walk 3.3 miles on in 43 minutes on Friday, and I didn’t feel wiped out. Success.
I’m sure that pace is shameful for any exceptional readers who can run a 6- or 7-minute mile. And if that’s the case, then this above-average blog really isn’t for you. Move along.
