Jun 07, 2005 16:06
Once again it's white braless tank top weather, which means I get to see men fan theyselves on the street and freak out (not at me but in general). It's hilarious and I hope I see some hand-biting or finger-licking this year. Misha and I went to the store the other day and all we bought was juice, popsicles, and watermelon. The heat came on so suddenly, we wasn't prepared!!
I feel like fanning myself whenever I see my favorite gym member at the Polish thug gym. Misha says she's 35, I say 17 but lookin 35....at any rate, bitch appears used up but heavily surgicalized and exaggerated. She wears her bleached, bleached hair in a bedroomily sexy lump on top of her head, and landguidly rides the exercycles and complains and chats with her friends on the celly. She is clearly there only for fresh man-meat, who she calls out to and eyes the entire time. I see her there with younger looking girls sometimes; Misha thinks they are her daughters. I bet she makes fun of the fact that I work out in my pajammies (I do!). And there is a small hole in the butt.
Sprats hates me. I have become reinterested in the art of sewing.