Running and Sparkles

So I started running. There's a bit of comedy for you.

It's actually really cool, so far I've only been twice, the first time felt like I was running towards some sort of bright light at the end of a tunnel...
Also I had to run through some long grass, but I got my foot caught on some loose roots or something, and I had to do that thing where you stagger forwards with your head about a foot off the ground to stop yourself doing a total face-plant.
It really was actually funny, I laughed at myself almost slapping to the ground.

For several minutes.

I ran roughly a mile, maybe a bit less. However when I got back home I was delerious and had some trouble with the strange plastic lever that turned out to be the front door handle. After solving the riddle of then closing the door I dragged myself upstairs and collapsed in a steaming pile on the floor of my bedroom. It was insane, I was so hot I could actually feel the blood pumping through me. Needless to say I slept like a log. A dead log.

In other news, me and my sister have started a new project called 'Screw You, Stephanie Meyer'. Because no, Mrs Crazy Lady, Vampires are not sparkily charming people with pwetty golden eyes and musical voices. They are ugly freaks with fuck off massive fangs, they're ripped with muscle and feral power, they don't lure you in with perfect appearences and sparkily nonsense, they just see you and hunt you down and rip your fucking throat out.

SAME WITH WEREWOLVES YOU TALENTLESS WENCH!

I'm glad that is out of my sytem.