bash bish bash bish whoosh!
uphill, uphill, uphill, (whoo straightaway)
long boy legs longness ugh!
stupid camera and backpack heavitude ugh!
taking a hit for the team, via waterbottle and sharp eyes yeah!
(wow, wow, okay - a hotel new hampshire movie! nutrageous! fantasgreat! whoa. what's up with these indestructible cars, driving through wuthering heights, and their owners rescuing turtles and dogs. coo. and suddenly all french-canadien names in credits, i guess i missed seth green playing egg.)
waahh, downhills; jamming toes into royal elastics (which are treadless, ankleless, laceless, making my ankles superpronationary and now - this toe-jamming?!)
waterfall. ahh. waterfall again. eee. enough about the waterfalls.
(watching manipulative gay men on the real world = not good for joanne)

bonus picture!

(having these big bad days, everything just happens to come back all linear and chronological. memory bursts. don't worry.)