slaying mantis
today on the stand my interest was piqued by an elderly man swimming laps in the far lane, either unaware of or defiantly indifferent to the wet comb-over that dangled over his right ear like some sorry misplaced ponytail. aside from this i sailed through my shift without so much as a drowning baby or face-sucking preteen to keep busy.
after "work" i went to liz's and saw all the usual people in addition to jan's brother tim, just in from fancy german boarding school. he was much prettier than i remembered, though my only other sighting was at the Group 4 presentation in april; i remembered him as being about seven feet tall and obese. i do my best. at any rate, he basically called us a bunch of pussies for wanting to take walks and do other decidedly non-alcoholic things. we definitely deserved the abuse.
russell actually engaged me at the pool today, if only to ask whether i was on cross country. this was totally unprecedented, and i said why yes and he said oh. and then i wondered why this came up and he said because of the book you are reading, and i looked down and it was "the loneliness of the long distance runner", which actually has nothing to do with running and only a little bit to do with loneliness, but now i think he thinks im depressed. perhaps its because i sulk. or because i never clean the toilets with the requisite cheerful grin. emily onufer, bestow upon me some of your cheer. you have far, far too much of it anyway.
this is the last post forever, annie and jenna. nbye.
after "work" i went to liz's and saw all the usual people in addition to jan's brother tim, just in from fancy german boarding school. he was much prettier than i remembered, though my only other sighting was at the Group 4 presentation in april; i remembered him as being about seven feet tall and obese. i do my best. at any rate, he basically called us a bunch of pussies for wanting to take walks and do other decidedly non-alcoholic things. we definitely deserved the abuse.
russell actually engaged me at the pool today, if only to ask whether i was on cross country. this was totally unprecedented, and i said why yes and he said oh. and then i wondered why this came up and he said because of the book you are reading, and i looked down and it was "the loneliness of the long distance runner", which actually has nothing to do with running and only a little bit to do with loneliness, but now i think he thinks im depressed. perhaps its because i sulk. or because i never clean the toilets with the requisite cheerful grin. emily onufer, bestow upon me some of your cheer. you have far, far too much of it anyway.
this is the last post forever, annie and jenna. nbye.