About me: I'm a 34 year old ex-camwhore who once got fired for my blog and yet still blogs about work. I married a Canadian guy that I met on the internet, and we live in my mother's basement.
I work in a pharmacy, but I prefer to tell people that I'm a drug dealer. It gives me more street cred, even if all I do is count by fives and deal with very annoyed elderly and local junkies.
In my spare time, I do random crafty things with yarn, and sometimes fold paper into intricate shapes and say "oh look, a box." Some days, I fancy myself a photographer and can be found taking pictures of random things in my house, yard, and neighborhood, because oh my god, did you SEE how perfect that patch of clovers was? |
Why do I run: I like the way I feel when I do. |
Why I started running: Because no one thought that I could.
I'm tired of being fat. There's a treadmill in the house, damn it, so I'm going to use it. |