Tumble On Ovah

So. News of the day...I started a Tumblr. I know, I know. But, I'm becoming obsessed with animated .gifs (talk nerdy to me, right?)! I don't care--I think they're fun and I like the way people can capture little weird moments in movies/film that you may have never noticed. Who knows if I'll keep it going, but it's golden for now. SOCIAL MEDIA OVERLOAD!

Also, I'm hopping back on the crazy shredding train. Yesterday I ran 3 miles, biked 12ish, and got my sweat on with Jillian in da basement. As much as I want to slice her, it seemed as good a day as any to bring my laziness to an end as the Biggest Loser premiere was playing in all its DVR fabulosity. Yes, people, as Rafiki would say--"It is time!" (This is probably a good thing seeing how we've just acquired a brand new slow cooker/cookbook filled with delicious recipes like Chicken in a Pot and Another Chicken in a Pot. Chicken for erryone!!).

Hump Day!?

Hannah

Nom nom nom

Are You There Follower? It's Me, Your Idol.

Apparently I have one follower.

Who are you??

Do I know you?

Is it you, Delaney?

Name yoself, fool.

Ok, I had another night of weird dreams but I REMEMBER them this time, so I'm writing them down to share.

I dreamed that I was in a tattoo/piercing parlour with Stephen and Matt and we were all getting drunk and pierced and tattooed in weird, impossible places. Like, I got my tongue, lower back, and feet pierced (somehow) and Steve got this huge nasty tattoo on his arm of Starry, Starry Night that he apparently let Matt tattoo on him...and it came out looking like some bullshit.

<-- It looked way worse than this.

..but not as bad as this. -->

(Hopefully she's not my follower.)

My back piercing was really hurting/irritating me so I had this big biker guy help me get it out, but the only way to remove it was to take a mini chainsaw and saw the metal away from my skin. BUT the piercing was so strong that even the mini chainsaw was no match for it--plus, I could feel it hurting in my dream. Lame. The biker guy even sprayed my back with some kind of numbing spray, but it didn't work and I could still feel him chainsawing away.

Also, I wasn't used to my new tongue ring and it kept clinking against my teeth/I kept mini-choking on it and it was terrible but it hurt too much to take out. It was like when I dream about choking on my retainer. God, I'm a freak. Plus, I couldn't walk around because in my drunken state I had asked to have my feet pierced, so the little ball piercings were sticking out everywhere and not letting me walk.

It was horrible. Points for wierdness. Yesssss!