Comfortable With Conformity

July 28th

Saturday afternoon

Just saw America's Sweethearts. What a truly dull movie. Fantastically boring. My mom was going with our cousins, so I tagged along, thinking the movie would be at least entertaining. My cousins, who are closer to my mom's age than I am, are funny. Old people. They bitch about everything. The weather, the temperature in the car, the duration of the traffic lights, the temperarure in the movie theatre. I stayed quieting, questioning why I was subjecting myself to this. Oh, yes. Because I had nothing better to do.

I'm proud of myself. I did 45 minutes on the bike and my abs of steel. Exercising is so...boring. Maybe I'm in a rut. I really want to jog again, but I live in Miami, let's be serious. It's 80 degrees at night. I know that's an excuse, but heat really hinders my run. I need a cool breeze in my face to keep going.

I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of this day. I kinda want to go for a swim, but I didn't shave in a very strategic area, so I don't want to be seen in a bathing suit, let alone a two-piece bikini. Remember when we were kids and you never thought about that shit? You just put on your one-piece Jordache suit and went outside. I miss not having pubic hair.

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