May 09, 2007 17:50
blahblah boring days.
gym today. hiking through the woods is sweaty business. i will not make the mistake of wearing jeans again. shorts all the way. i came straight home and got a shower. i love soap. and being clean.
so i had a weird thought. what if someone found you dead as you were getting dressed just after getting a shower. you just had a heart attack or something. its like.... God hates you, right? not only are you dead, but now, whoever finds you, will see you naked. lovely right? and it could be anyone. your mom or dad or brother or sister. the house cleaner.
poem thing:
My socks were sleepy this morning, whining, because they'd rather lay
crumpled in a heap on top of the brown shirt I decided not to wear. It
laughed at us, smugly. "Ignore him." I told my argyle socks, "He's
going in the laundry today." I said, trying to scare him. It was a
lie. I wasn't doing any laundry. He sucked in his breathe though and
shut up. Good shoes were hard to find today. These socks are testy and
hate shoes that are too this or that. I picked out some old boots, I
thought they might be okay with. They slipped in easily, not arguing.
Going down the stairs, my feet felt warm and comfy. My socks were
satisfied.