Treadmill of terror I had never been on a treadmill before. I didn't know what to expect. I turned it on, and almost fell to conveyor belt flavored death. My pulse quickened, my mouth formed that surprised "O" shape, my arms flailed out and finally grasped hold of the railings. I clung to the bars until my feet stopped dragging and I became accustomed to the pace. I pulled a muscle in my right upper arm. This all happened in about 10 seconds. I then managed to find the stop button. I pushed it. Big mistake. I fell forward and smashed my ample bosom on the distance counter. Owww! That was last night. Today I managed to walk 20 minutes at a speed of 2.8 mph without any further injury. I'm watching One Crazy Summer right now. I like Jon Cusak. So cute. I know how Hoops feels in this movie. I know his pain. Damn those cute and fuzzy bunnies! Love should have laser surgery because this "love is blind" horseshit is not helping me. Are you listening Cupid, Eros, what ever your're calling yourself these days, take off the dark glasses, ditch the cane, and shoot someone in the ass with a damned love arrow embossed with my name. And please, for the love of whatever god you serve, choose someone who is not addicted to narcotics, not an ex-con, not a mama's boy, and not just looking for a piece of ass. posted by Beth 5:01 PM . . .
