Those Summer Nights

So, one more thing on Survivor. I watched the reunion part last night and oh my god, is Jeff Probst the greatest man alive? Watching him try to pin down Dreamz was a great moment on television. He would not let it go, pushing Dreamz to answer when he wouldn’t. He’s so fabulous. And so not afraid to tell some secrets of the game, like how Dreamz was like this for the whole season and how hard it was on everyone during tribals. I love knowing stuff like this and Jeff is just the man to tell me.

I just went looking for shoes on my lunch break, I hate looking for shoes. I need a dressy pair of black summer shoes and then black sandals for work. Could I find any? No. Why? Everyone is either wearing flip-flops, which I do not wear out of safety for my own bodily person, or wedgies, which I won’t wear for the same reason.

I just want two pairs of really plain sandals that have a backstrap. Is that too much to ask? Apparently yes.

And I’ve been running now for almost two months (up to 28 minutes y’all) and I haven’t lost a damn pound. My boobs are humongous and round and in the heat they’re horrible to deal with. My pants are tight and my pits are sweaty and my hair is long and hot and I’m wearing my winter shoes with hot socks and I feel stupid and hot and old.

Happy Tuesday!