26 April 2007

Grape slushees and tornadoes, here I come!

Though I always knew I loved this blog and loved you, my loyal readership, it took facing a no-way-around-it three day departure for me to really realize just how attached I'd grown over the past four months to sharing with you my sometimes educational, often repugnant but always spot-on views regarding DC fashion and celebrity weight-gain.

But like I said, there's just no way for me to fit in time to blog when I will be jet-setting this glorious ass of mine Grapes of Wrath style in a pair of Asics Gel Kayanos to the capital city of the state that boasts the nation's highest civilian-to-correctional-facility ratio (approximately 70,000:1), is home to Shawnee, the city in which the very first Sonic Drive-In turned on its speakers, and most notable, the state that serves as the unofficial birthplace of the rat-tail, the femmullet, and even though I'm pretty sure it hasn't been identified yet, whatever this is.

And to those of you who've asked me the same two questions over and over again, the answer to the first is I will prepare mentally with the films Time Cop, Rocky IV and Serendipity; the answer to the second is a resounding "yes." Yes, I will be going through the full makeup routine beforehand. Even bronzer. Even eyeliner. Even Dior Addict lip gloss in shade #313.

See you on Monday!


m said...

what am I going to do without your wisdom?!?!?!?!

brown rowergirl said...

I'll be thinking of you in your last push while I sit down to a mimosa and eggs benedict brunch in your favorite Upper West Side hotel. The one with the view.

I've got connections, too, you know.

Remember when you let me have all the shampoo/conditioner samples? I kinda need a refill, so if you could arrange another stay there, yeeeeah, that would be great.

tom h said...

You have as great a time as you can in Okieland but don't forget us back here.....I will be lost without you J...... :(

bff in chicago said...

I can't believe you're putting yourself through this again. I'm proud, don't get me wrong, but in disbelief.

I don't care how enjoyable a week of carbo-loading is, nothing could make me run that far.

Well, except maybe the promise of Eric Bana at the end with a glass of Powerade.

Not that you need it, but good luck, sweetie! You'll do great! Channel all that T-related frustration into your running, and just think about how many Creme Eggs you'll have earned the right to eat when you're done :-)

elle said...

This just confirms my theory that all cool people are from or have love for "flyover" states.

knew you as hannie said...

I would love a grape slushee right about now.

Good luck, JC!

Anonymous said...

I take it you're running a marathon? If you are, I'm impressed! Good luck, and please don't take too long off -- we'll miss you!

nyc admirer said...

Dior lip gloss for a marathon in Oklahoma City.

I'd expect nothing less.

Knock 'em dead and let yourself indulge in something good when you're done. A Cosi salad with gorgonzola does NOT count.

love you much!

london girl said...

Kick that race's ass, hot stuff!

Then come back and make me laugh for once.

hee hee

Anonymous said...

A-ha, that's how you get those legs you love so much!

Good luck to you!

denver fan said...

You wear 4 inch heels and run marathons? Seriously, you're going to be in a wheelchair in 5 years.

but good luck to you anyway :)

and just to reiterate, we'll all be in ASJINE withdrawal.

brown bear '02 said...

I wouldn't expect anything less, either. You never know who you could meet during all those many numerous never-ending 26.2 miles.

Give me a call after you cross the finish line, sweets! I'll be just waking up, probably. Sorry, but it's true.

Johanna said...

Thank you all for your support!

I'll be back as soon as I possibly can, but until then, do yourself a favor and check out my 3 favorite blogs: Wonkette, I Don't Like You in That Way, and The Superficial.

I'll bring everyone back a rose rock!

kiss kiss, Love ya!