Oh God Frigid Thoughts
*PO7H is coming, I promise. I’m having problems disconnecting myself from some of the people who I know, even vaguely, who sent in their responses.
The rain is intermittent tonight. Like an insecure come-on, it wanes, unsure. Unties and reties its laces, hesitates again.
For fucks sake.
In the supermarket feeling up fresh figs, I’m as dithering as the weather. So ripe some are bursting from their supple leathery skins. I feel the same sometimes. The humidity induces a feeling of extreme youth, raw and untrained, my skin is not enough. Blessed with euphoria, I buy two. They are something I look forward to.
Being a gluten-free vegan is not difficult. Considering one of the more prominent reasons for eating meat is the expense of vegetarianism or veganism, well, you can buy 480grams of buckwheat for three dollars (two cents).
But I’m no preacher.
At the gym I’m trying to beat a girl on a different machine, I’m not a competitive person by nature, in my head I create games with myself. Get to this intersection before that car does (or else your family will die. Not really. Religion might be something like OCD but I have neither).
I think she’s doing the same because she gets off thirty seconds after me. She wasn’t even on an incline. Bitch.
On another note I’m pretty sure ‘for fucks sake’ should actually be ‘for fuck’s sake’. Am I right?
Thinking you’re ugly is kind-of hilarious. You’re somebody’s reason to get off.
On getting off: Fuck do I hope you never gave a thought to the expectation I would be jealous or hurt. Maybe she’s faking an orgasm right now.