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2003-11-17 @ 11:53 a.m. My weekend was rather quiet. I went to karate class and it was very weird. This one really good-looking show off guy was back after being gone for several months and his girlfriend was there for the first time I have ever seen and she was orange with a stripe and above me in rank, which irritated me just a bit. She was kind of scary with cherry red tint on her dark brown hair and rings on all fingers just flaunting the no jewelry rule. An old man who joined the class about a month ago was also there. He gets winded and has to take breaks in the middle of class. He stood beside me while we practiced hand techniques and he was very pungent with the body odor. The kid who is just below me in rank had to practice with him and he told me that the guy actually hits hard and he confirmed that the guy really smelled. The guy gave me a look of exhaustion and I asked if he was tired and he told me that he needed a cigarette. I told him that I had no sympathy for that. I also learned that we are supposed to have another belt test in a few weeks. Some misbehaving kids got kicked out of class, too. It was a very weird class. On Saturday, I spent a lot of time talking to Maddy and Leslie on the phone and then went running around with Miss Kitty. We tried a new Chinese place that was not very good, but the owners had recently brought their preschool age daughter over from China and she entertained us with her antics and her animated Santa Claus toy. We rented Hollywood Homicide and imitated Harrison Ford stealing a little girl’s bicycle the rest of the weekend. At Wal Mart, we ran into a coworker of Miss Kitty’s who had the weirdest eye color they were like a celadon green—that’s a really light gray/green shade for those of you who are challenged in that way. Anyway, she has never met me before, but she has been trying to set me up with these guys she knows. She told me that the only single guys she knows are smokers. I told her that I would go out on a date with a smoker, but he would have to quit before anything serious would happen. Then she told me that she hoped I wouldn’t blame her if these guys acted stupid. I told her that I couldn’t blame her for so pervasive a problem. Yesterday, I went to the gym where I got some very intense eye contact from a very cute guy. He came over to use the machine beside me and did the hello, how are you today thing. There were a few more glances and smiles exchanged, but that was about it. I spent the rest of the day finishing the application for the drug rep job and making beef stew for dinner and talking to Maddy again. You know, a conversation with Maddy is the best kind of cure for a gray day, but I won’t give you his number because he’s mine and I don’t share very well. Love to all. Images from emode.com's inkblot test. Words are the property of Corazon. |
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