Yesterday, I was watching Independence Day for like the trillionth time. When Jeff Goldblum swaggered sexily out of the alien’s ship after kicking ass, I told my sister, who had innocently wandered in, “That’s the money shot. Jeff Goldblum can have my baby.” Jeff Goldblum – circa Jurassic Park and Independence Day, but NOT, not, not The Fly – can totally have my baby. I mean, like, if Jeff Goldblum showed up at my doorstep and offered me his penis – circa Jurassic Park and Independence Day, but NOT, not, not The Fly – I’d take it. And like I don’t mean he’d have to offer his penis to my 13 year old self, because that would be all pedo-bear. He can very well offer it to myself now, the 34 year old self.
Swimming – 2750 yards
Jogging – 55 minute with mile “fast*” intervals