the slight disapointment
I had to take a pause today while I was retelling my car ride home story to my boyfriend about how I was comparing reading me book to a long neverending orgasm. What has my life come to? Yesterday I took my bi-weekly trip to the BX to buy some not so needed necceseties where I found myself in my favorite place. Dead center in front of the book display. Seeing that I had read most of the books I was slightly disapointed when I came accross a book that I had contemplated buying the night before at borders.com. I experienced my euphoric glee and of course bought the book...Julie and Julia. I knew that I wanted to dive into the novel right away but I hate starting a book without finishing one that I was slicing my way through. So I went back to my Antarctic dorm room (fyi my roomates like the room at no higher than 53 degrees..bitches) and violently sawed away at the Candace Bushnell novel I had been reading for the past two weeks. Three hours and one unwanted trip to the DFAC (military term for digusting you have to eat to stay alive food) okay its short for dining facility. Anyways I read my way through a hundred pages of the parallel to sex and the city novel. I decided to turn my lights out with one last chapter to read since I knew that without sleep I would sure be a bitch at work. So showing up to work at the lovely hour of 2300 I scarfed down more shitty food and finally finished the One Fifth Avenue novel moments before heading to the gym. My fucking favorite time of day :) I challeneged myself to squats, thunder thighs are soo 19...never and after my three sets I wadled my way to the cardio room. Okay I'm not sure if I slighty stoopid or just totally oblivious but after being here 3 weeks and 3 days I never noticed the stair steppers in the cardio I was uber excited and challenged myself once again to step my way up the damn Taj Mahal. I told myself 100 calories and that would be enough and after 82 I was done the stair stepper got the best of me all I wanted to do was explore this fascinating book that I had dove into on floor 3. Once I reached the 14th floor I gave up on the book trying for the third time to challenge myself and I failed...so I walded again over to the bike to begin my 50 minute journey deep into the thoughts of Julie and Julia. 50 pages and 314 calories later I had succeeded, the only thing that got me off that damn bicycle was the fact that it was 5 to 0400 and that meant time to head back to the shop. In my 3 minutes that I was walking to the boys I had my epiphany... reading had become orgasmic and the lonely person I am today the boys have become my gossip partners and I hold nothing back. The just have to deal with the fact that I have a vagina and yes I am a hold nothing back say whatever I want Catholic woman, so I jump in the truck and just said it, "my life has come to this, my book is like a never ending orgasm you know that oragasm that you never want to end." my responses, "did crough really just say that," "you know you can read the book again just like you can have an orgasm again," "did crough just really say that." Yeah things like this happen in my mind I don't know where they come from or why I think the way I do sometimes but you know what its the truth, reading has become my escape and thats okay and so what reading is as good as an orgasm....sorry babe I promise when I get back sex will be better than reading an karma sutra/erotica/julia childs cookbook, I promise. So it is declared my day and my only plan is to read orgasmically and relish in the fact that for the next 6 months it is what it is, all day everyday. If only I could do this with a glass of wine I my smile would be oh so much bigger.