Nice

Work Husband won. It was totally righteous. My hands were shaking. The prior four fights I was in there, studying techniques, not shying from the jabs, thrusts, upper cuts. Work Husband comes on and I think I'm going to hurl. I'm such a girl. I wanted him to win so badly and he did (without the 'badly' bit). If I can get the footage I will upload it. It was awesome.
Anyways. I'd just like to give mad props to Jesus or whoever thought that it would be prudent to surround me - in my sexual peak, no less - with severely attractive men and a case of (recovering) fat kid syndrome and expect me to dismiss all forms of male attention and go home alone. Cause that homeless guy that wanted my leftovers, and that drunk kid that face planted into the wall en route to the seabus? They totally wanted me.
GODDAMNIT.
I love my life. Seriously. I just have to run really, really, really far this weekend.