Whore

So its Friday afternoon and as usual I'm enjoying my Frappuccino outside of Starbucks because I'm a corporate whore, reading Herodotus' Histories, because I'm an academic whore, listening to whatever private conversations I can, because I am a story whore.

That's why I read blogs. And I enjoy them so much, because you pay up front and when you leave you say thanks and wink and I don't feel so bad about my whorish ways.

Anyway, I am planning on running a 5k tomorrow am, even though I should be doing a long run for my training, but I've been taking it sleazy for a coupla weeks. The proceeds will be going to the Katrina Fund, so I figure that even if the weather is bad, once I say to myself that I'm going I can't really back out because how bad could it really be, relatively speaking. In fact, even if I stay too long at Happy Hour tonight and my head is pounding like sneakers on pavement, I will go. I'll even take pictures so you can see all the suckers about to run 3 miles in a circle. Then I'll promise to start up that running blog I threatened to inflict upon you a while back...yeah some nice pics of a sweaty, out-of-breath prufr0ck should be just the thing to get it going.

WEIRDNESS: OK, I just did a google image search(so it would feel like this post was visually interesting and not too much words) for corporate whore(no quotes) and the 9th picture was this:

Do ya know who this is? Do ya? ...wierd...

Also surprising is the lack of naked women that this particular search reveals.
Remeber kids, party like rock stars, take lots of pictures and then tell us all about it. And BTW, you ARE ready for that close-up.