Sunday, April 09, 2006
My Dearest Malefactor
I think gymbo has got a new tattoo.
I had a nice long chat with Evelyn and Cheryl on MSN last night; consequently I went to bed at about 2am and snoozed all the way to 10 in the morning, thus fulfilling the minimum 8 hour sleep requirement experts recommend. Feeling like a fat ass after Big Night bINge, I decided to head to the gym and oh boy, who did I have to see?
Actually, I don't know if it was Phil. (Ok gymbo, I'm outing your identity!! So there!) Same build, same way of dressing, including those fingerless gloves which are actually starting to really grate on me with their act-coolness. Same hair. Same pattern of only doing weights and not cardio (I hope his heart suffers for it. Karma's a bitch, Phil!) I avoided looking at his face, so it could have been his fratenal twin or his best friend who looks remarkably like him. I don't know. I don't want to know. I'm trying to get over this, but he is not helping with his 'not-there-when-you-want-him-to-be-and-there-when-you-least-expect-it-ness'.
Please leave and never come back, I kept whispering to myself in my brain. And finally, after about half-an-hour, he did. I was both happy and sad and relieved and exhilarated and devastated.
I got back up to my apartment and to get my mind of things, sis and I popped down to Chapel Street for a movie and some shopping. I had a great time. She's the Man isn't the most intellectual movie out there but it's so much fun, and Amanda Bynes is so impossible to dislike; I absolutely adore her. Bought two tops and a belt. I feel really guilty because I spent more than a hundred bucks today, and to top it off I hardly did any work. Still, it was a good day and I think I've finally broken into my boots, just in time as the weather's starting to get much colder. Luckily the break-in process wasn't all that bad - Lord knows that I don't break into my shoes; they break me. Cue blisters, corns and calluses; scraped heels and aching arches. Suffer the feet to be pretty! In both senses of the word.
I had a nice long chat with Evelyn and Cheryl on MSN last night; consequently I went to bed at about 2am and snoozed all the way to 10 in the morning, thus fulfilling the minimum 8 hour sleep requirement experts recommend. Feeling like a fat ass after Big Night bINge, I decided to head to the gym and oh boy, who did I have to see?
Actually, I don't know if it was Phil. (Ok gymbo, I'm outing your identity!! So there!) Same build, same way of dressing, including those fingerless gloves which are actually starting to really grate on me with their act-coolness. Same hair. Same pattern of only doing weights and not cardio (I hope his heart suffers for it. Karma's a bitch, Phil!) I avoided looking at his face, so it could have been his fratenal twin or his best friend who looks remarkably like him. I don't know. I don't want to know. I'm trying to get over this, but he is not helping with his 'not-there-when-you-want-him-to-be-and-there-when-you-least-expect-it-ness'.
Please leave and never come back, I kept whispering to myself in my brain. And finally, after about half-an-hour, he did. I was both happy and sad and relieved and exhilarated and devastated.
I got back up to my apartment and to get my mind of things, sis and I popped down to Chapel Street for a movie and some shopping. I had a great time. She's the Man isn't the most intellectual movie out there but it's so much fun, and Amanda Bynes is so impossible to dislike; I absolutely adore her. Bought two tops and a belt. I feel really guilty because I spent more than a hundred bucks today, and to top it off I hardly did any work. Still, it was a good day and I think I've finally broken into my boots, just in time as the weather's starting to get much colder. Luckily the break-in process wasn't all that bad - Lord knows that I don't break into my shoes; they break me. Cue blisters, corns and calluses; scraped heels and aching arches. Suffer the feet to be pretty! In both senses of the word.
Labels: Boys, Movies, Shoes, Shopping
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