I feel like I don’t have anything exciting to write. That may be a lie. Perhaps it’s just that so much has gone on without writing that the task seems a bit overwhelming.

I’ve been on a new word kick. I like to check on the word of the day so I can find cool obscure words and use them around people so I can see them get confused. I'm equally as happy when somebody actually knows that the hell I'm saying. I’m also the asshole who corrects my friends on grammar and verb usage. Thank goodness they love me, because I can see how that can get annoying, but really I'm not ever very excited to hang out with A Stupid. Can I help it if I want my niece to recognize the difference between being able to do something and being willing to? Nope, not this bitchy aunt. (And people, please learn the difference between “your” and “you’re” for fuck’s sake. I’ll let confusion with “who” and “whom” slide, but really…)

I’ve also been on a work-out kick. I’ve been trying to run at least 3 miles at the gym at least 3 times a week. It may or may not have something to do with this insanely huge tattoo I started to get on my person. I am seriously going to be half covered with one piece of amazingly fabulous artwork (more on that another time). I’ve also been talking about doing a Tough Mudder event with a guy I’m dating. If you haven’t heard of it, check it out- it’s a little on the crazy side, but why let running through flame throwers and wires with electrical currents scare you?

You only live once. Oh, and don't be a pussy. Good words to live by.