vaguely catatonic bum-ache emotion
There was a crasher today; second time in the week. There was no maths today; first time in the week, maybe first time forever. We ate at a small place with the pool just out of our reach. Compared with the world outside, everything we ate was washed out and beige, like the communist school uniform the J2s wear. Vincee committed unspeakable crimes involving our friend and his supposed lover, he played the part of a brutally brutal Brutus. A traitor, if a fairly funny and campy one.
Dance was great, though failing to tone me up. There is still a roll of flubber breaking its wave on the top of my waistline. I wonder why it hasn't started to kill me. I feel like sticking my head out of the window and shouting, "I'm a magic beef!" only they'd put me in an asylum.
posted by enveloping @ 8:13 PM
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