I don't suck

Closed the door on some other stuff today.
My mom likes to think that I'm one to be taken by snake oil salesmen and maybe I am. But it's not for their pitch or their wiles as it is for my lack of self-esteem and my desperate and embarassing need to be loved and adored.
Sad, isn't it? Especially given all that I have been handed in the life. Given all the legitimate people that would go to the ends of the earth for me, that love me and love to see me happy.
I'm trying to focus on that a lot more these days.
I mean, if it's not about love than why bother?
I have a hicky today. Like, when was the last time you had a hicky?
Last night Michael was snoring and I nudged him gently and, still asleep, he said "Love you, sweetie".
Pineapple Express wasn't great, but it was pretty funny and you should totally say no to drugs.
And, speaking of generous people, the guy that took this photo (and several others) of me placed 5th overall at recent Frosty 50k trail race in Manning Park. I remember him really trying to get my attention at this water station for a photo op and it made me laugh.
I love runners.