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No prefaces this time. unless this counts as a preface. come to think of it, it probably does. damn.
December 2000
Biking 84 revolutions per minute, if this bike actually moved i'd be somewhere else right now but this bike doesn't move so i'm here at the gym pushing the pedals of an exercise bike around and around at approximately 84 revolutions per minute and not moving an inch. but my heart is getting healthy and my legs are getting toned and i don't have to worry about motorists driving off the road, no helmets necessary, instead of passing people i can focus on one person for an obnoxious period of time like that guy walking to the water fountain, he takes up a lot of space when he walks, his arms form 45 degree angles but the thing is i don't think his arms are that big that he has to walk like that. i wonder if he thinks they are or just thinks that by walking like that other people will think they are. i wonder if he walks like that when he's not at the gym. guys are funny like that.
December 2000 (in my anthropology notebook)
the girl next to me is writing a dirty letter. i have just picked my jaw up from the desk. i've double checked. triple checked. the first time i just glanced at her notebookand saw the word "straddle", and "straddle" wasn't on the overhead, so my interest was piqued. "dick". "the best reward". "your tongue roaming my..." i don't want to risk getting caught so i look away before i can find out exactly what the tongue was roaming.
the girl next to me is not the type to write a dirty letter.
"throbbing"?!!! the girl next to me looks like she's thirty six, and her cheeks are really red, and the rest of her is pale except for freckles. she's not the type to have sex. no, no, definitely not that type. she's at least 50 pounds overweight. she looks like a ten year old in a thirty six year old's body, but she's probably nineteen.
she breathes heavily, like she has a cold. who is she writing this dirty letter to?
i watch, she takes lecture notes on one page and then returns to the letter, furiously scribbling away. i wonder if she's turned on right now. eww. what does this guy- i'm pretty sure it's a guy-look like? maybe it's not a letter, maybe it's a story for a magazine or an erotic novel. either way, the girl next to me is writing something dirty, something she shouldn't be thinking about at all.
December 2000
Biking 84 revolutions per minute, if this bike actually moved i'd be somewhere else right now but this bike doesn't move so i'm here at the gym pushing the pedals of an exercise bike around and around at approximately 84 revolutions per minute and not moving an inch. but my heart is getting healthy and my legs are getting toned and i don't have to worry about motorists driving off the road, no helmets necessary, instead of passing people i can focus on one person for an obnoxious period of time like that guy walking to the water fountain, he takes up a lot of space when he walks, his arms form 45 degree angles but the thing is i don't think his arms are that big that he has to walk like that. i wonder if he thinks they are or just thinks that by walking like that other people will think they are. i wonder if he walks like that when he's not at the gym. guys are funny like that.
December 2000 (in my anthropology notebook)
the girl next to me is writing a dirty letter. i have just picked my jaw up from the desk. i've double checked. triple checked. the first time i just glanced at her notebookand saw the word "straddle", and "straddle" wasn't on the overhead, so my interest was piqued. "dick". "the best reward". "your tongue roaming my..." i don't want to risk getting caught so i look away before i can find out exactly what the tongue was roaming.
the girl next to me is not the type to write a dirty letter.
"throbbing"?!!! the girl next to me looks like she's thirty six, and her cheeks are really red, and the rest of her is pale except for freckles. she's not the type to have sex. no, no, definitely not that type. she's at least 50 pounds overweight. she looks like a ten year old in a thirty six year old's body, but she's probably nineteen.
she breathes heavily, like she has a cold. who is she writing this dirty letter to?
i watch, she takes lecture notes on one page and then returns to the letter, furiously scribbling away. i wonder if she's turned on right now. eww. what does this guy- i'm pretty sure it's a guy-look like? maybe it's not a letter, maybe it's a story for a magazine or an erotic novel. either way, the girl next to me is writing something dirty, something she shouldn't be thinking about at all.