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No Promises.

Scar tissue that I wish you saw.

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saf-rimmings:

me as hell

As Weinberger and The Monster will attest, this is definitely me.

(Source: rhardbeck, via espressoandknits)

Tomorrow after work I leave to go home, and early Tuesday morning we fly out to Las Vegas, to drive to Arizona for a week of hiking and backpacking in Zion and the Grand Canyon. Last night Jared came over and brought 5 bottles of wine. After we had taken care of a few of those, during a talk with Mike I finally admitted how afraid I am. Terrified, really. 
I’m generally a very capable person. I can handle a lot, I’m strong, and I have faith in myself and my abilities. I’m also the first person to be honest about my limitations, and guys, I do NOT handle heat well. My pitiful ginger body has a difficult time regulating temperature. Sometimes if I get too much sun at the beach, I’ll vomit and have sun-sickness for a couple days. And that’s just the beach. Things that I would normally be fine at become impossible in 90 degree weather, let alone 120 degree. 
I’m scared. I’ve trained, but I’m scared that it’s not enough and that I won’t be able to do it. There is no easy way out. If I get 5 miles down or 5 miles up and realize I can’t do it, I can’t just call an Uber to come get me. There’s no quit button. Everything at the Phantom Ranch has to be carried down by mules. The NPS, on average, has to rescue someone every day, hundreds of people a year. In 2004, a 24 year old woman who had just finished 31st in the Boston Marathon weeks earlier, died of heat exhaustion on the trails. I can’t even run a marathon. If I had to be rescued by a mule or a helicopter, my dad would probably never speak to me again. 
I realize that people a lot older than me and a lot younger than me make the trip every year. It’s difficult, but the majority of them are fine. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I’m grateful. I’m not sure if being weak makes me scared, or being scared makes me weak. 

Tomorrow after work I leave to go home, and early Tuesday morning we fly out to Las Vegas, to drive to Arizona for a week of hiking and backpacking in Zion and the Grand Canyon. Last night Jared came over and brought 5 bottles of wine. After we had taken care of a few of those, during a talk with Mike I finally admitted how afraid I am. Terrified, really. 

I’m generally a very capable person. I can handle a lot, I’m strong, and I have faith in myself and my abilities. I’m also the first person to be honest about my limitations, and guys, I do NOT handle heat well. My pitiful ginger body has a difficult time regulating temperature. Sometimes if I get too much sun at the beach, I’ll vomit and have sun-sickness for a couple days. And that’s just the beach. Things that I would normally be fine at become impossible in 90 degree weather, let alone 120 degree. 

I’m scared. I’ve trained, but I’m scared that it’s not enough and that I won’t be able to do it. There is no easy way out. If I get 5 miles down or 5 miles up and realize I can’t do it, I can’t just call an Uber to come get me. There’s no quit button. Everything at the Phantom Ranch has to be carried down by mules. The NPS, on average, has to rescue someone every day, hundreds of people a year. In 2004, a 24 year old woman who had just finished 31st in the Boston Marathon weeks earlier, died of heat exhaustion on the trails. I can’t even run a marathon. If I had to be rescued by a mule or a helicopter, my dad would probably never speak to me again. 

I realize that people a lot older than me and a lot younger than me make the trip every year. It’s difficult, but the majority of them are fine. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I’m grateful. I’m not sure if being weak makes me scared, or being scared makes me weak. 

Let It All Ride On Black

Me: Alanna's a redhead!
Adam: It's just...I saw her, I thought her hair was black.
Adam: I don't really see the women you're attracted to anymore. They're all just one unit of your self-destruction. I see one girl, repeating forever.
Adam: Every time I think "oh he's not gonna fuck this one up...UNTIL HE DOES!"
Me: ...
Adam: Anyway, she's really pretty.
We're all lucky Vaccerelli has Adam in his life.

advoltaggio:

PSA

This blog is not usually reserved for this, but exeptions will be made:

Just because I’m-

1. At a club
2. Wearing heels
3. Where a song with lyrics blasting “Smack that ass” or “Wiggle” or “Turn down for what” (don’t get me started on rap lyrics…)
4. Dancing to said song’s rhythm

Does…

Cannot believe Adrienne had to write this. People should not need to be reminded to treat others with basic human decency. Maddening.

Me: You should follow the Monster on Tumblr.
Kara: I will not.
Me: Why?
Kara: He WORRIES me.

My friends are really supportive.

Brits Brits Brits Yeah

vaccerelli:

CEO: Hullo, then. You’re Daniel right? I’ve heard good things.
Me: Ah’ve heard good things too, guv, by crikey!
CEO: What was that?
Me: Oh it’s a real soapy tit on soggy toast, wha’.
CEO: Are you…
Me: You’re from the north, right?
CEO: Aye.
Me: Just checking.

Starting to take bets on how long it takes Daniel to get fired. 

Keeping Daniel’s attention has been difficult lately.

Keeping Daniel’s attention has been difficult lately.

If you could punch anyone in the world in the face right now, no consequences, who would it be? asked by t-rexsam

inspectorblog:

Myself

I’d jump in front of your fist and save you. BFFs for life.

Oscar Recognition

vaccerelli:

I got blackout drunk last night and let me tell you the second half of my night must have been fucking fascinating because I got a phone call asking if “I still wanted that free tattoo of a triangle”.

My love for Daniel is really mingled with fear.

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