I went to the gym again yesterday, which is a good thing, cuz it energizes me and makes me feel so much more positive about the prospect of shopping for jeans.
I ran for a bit on the treadmill which is so brutally boring, it is all I can do not to turn to the person next to me and comment on the tedium. But I don't cuz they might be having a runners' high or some religious experience brought on by the sports network and the smell of ass.
But this time was a little better: I brought my soul coughing cd with me (Ruby Vroom) which i had not listened to for ages, and I pretended I was dancing. Doing the running man.
Makes me feel like I am defying the dystopia with each fake hill I climb. Note: track 1 is very ominous in light of sept. 11: "A man flies a plane into the Chrysler building..."
There are these two characters moving around here doing 'space inventory' who are such "Todds." I am trying not to make fun of their pompous posturing to their faces, cuz you don't want Todd as your enemy.
Red lace panties. would you wear those to the gym?
