My heart skips a beat to:
That really good song that you can put on repeat without getting tired of it, the perfect swish from nothing but net, bright colors that scream attention which I don't like to bask in, cars that remind me of cartoons, the right sneakers for every occasion, the honest "I've-missed-you" look my dog gives me when I come home, a quick run in the dark imagining someone is chasing me, anything kawaiiiiii, frozen desserts of many fulfilling kinds, heroes or arch-nemeses, life ambitions and carpe diem actions, exercising brain power, exploring So Cal, and eating food that is yummy-yummy, in my tummy. Did I mention I'm a web-junkie? Long live internet!
That boy can stroke it. That boy can really stroke it right there. I’m gonna take him to Target.
Charles Barkley, describing Klay Thompson’s jump shot, and derailing Inside The NBA for a full two minutes (via nbaoffseason)
As a mental release, I’m considering signing up for a destination marathon. I’ve run 4 marathons already, what’s one more? Decisions x decisions.
I run because when I’m doing it, I escape the world. I like to escape. It keeps me sane.
I feel like everything is happening to me all at once, 2014 seems to be a peak year for me.
I’ve decided to finally take a giant leap into my career and take that risk! The greatest hurdle with launching a business, is spending the initial money to make money. Scary. But if executed properly, the sky is the limit. I’m upward bound.
I’ve always been a kid at heart. I have yet to learn what it means to take on full responsibility. A part of that means I’m leaving my carefree life behind to take on what adults handle - as a new homeowner, I’ll be dipping my feet into that pool of adulthood.
Seems like a re-occurring theme, but I’m on that track to make something of my health. I plan on living to 110, that means I gotta whip myself into shape. I’m trying to eat the same foods for breakfast and lunch as a routine, and for dinner down some form of protein after a work out session. I was told I have to get my dose of protein in within that half hour window of work-out completion. Never too late to get fit.
I was warned to chill, and just go with the flow. A part of me starts to become a worrywart - simply because the girly-side of me desires one thing, and conveys another… because in the long run I want to know that this guy is in this thing to win it. He’s all I think about it all day, every damn day, and it’s consuming me. I asked the love gods for someone with substance, and now that he’s here, cue Whitney’s “How Will I Know?”
I’m spilling out of my cup.
Not simple, not complex.
But I like this thing.
I like what we have when I’m with you.
No one would understand if I told them.
I myself, don’t know how to explain it.
Laughter and smiles fill up to the brim.
It’s not run-of-the-mill.
It’s not lust.
It’s more than that.
What do you do when you strike gold?