Tan Madge

Sporting a tan dermis for about 29 + 2 years. . .

Because my life feels like a sitcom. Sometimes it is on Fox. Sometimes on the WB. Sometimes on VH1 on a Sunday morning.

Some episodes are definitely better than others. Which is why a boxed-set probably won't be hitting stores until at least 2013.
October 4
Ah, another pic of that start line of another marathon. What a picture, eh? I went from being not nervous, to feeling great, to feeling ill for 9 miles, then felt great. Flirted with a few Marines on the hill to the St. John’s Bridge, surprised by a few friends in North Portland (thanks Old Testament J and Sweet Home J), avoided being seen by an asshole who I went out with recently (was I seriously stalked at the marathon? NOT a great way to get on a gal’s goodside—especially at Mile 25, pal), and then cried on my dad’s shoulder at the finish line. My Sunday was the entire human emotional experience.

Ah, another pic of that start line of another marathon. What a picture, eh? I went from being not nervous, to feeling great, to feeling ill for 9 miles, then felt great. Flirted with a few Marines on the hill to the St. John’s Bridge, surprised by a few friends in North Portland (thanks Old Testament J and Sweet Home J), avoided being seen by an asshole who I went out with recently (was I seriously stalked at the marathon? NOT a great way to get on a gal’s goodside—especially at Mile 25, pal), and then cried on my dad’s shoulder at the finish line. My Sunday was the entire human emotional experience.