February 2012
I am really struggling.
The difference in how I feel getting on the treadmill, and then stepping off an hour later is everything.
“Well, your Prince Charming isn’t coming to rescue you in a horse and...”
I physically can’t go running tonight because the blisters on my feet are SO bad.
Gym rat thug life.
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Drunk
Some night make me really fucking love New York. Went to this club on the Lower East Side that looked like a giant cave, and the cutest boys in the room came right up to us. We all went back to a crazy Tribeca loft and I made out with a male model all night.
Also I ran 5 miles today. I’ve developed a confidence I’ve never had before, and it just leads to good things.
