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wake up priapistically. get lots done at work and achieve goal of clearing outlook inbox to no vertical scrolling. a new record on the crunches today: 410. and you know what? not one fuckin ab is visible.
my reward is renting the rules of attraction. i read it (jesus) about eight years ago, but as a movie it's good and i'm such a bitch for anything coming-of-age anyway. which reminds me, raising victor vargas last weekend. great. love seeing my neighborhood on screen, it makes me proud, makes me wish a little bit that i'd grown up here so i could claim it as my neighborhood with no probs. but then i probably wouldn't be here now. i'm trying now to remember what the kid in the pool shower says to judy, something like i'm gonna fuck you so hard that your heart'll feel it.
at the gym i bump into trainer, who is blonder every time i see her. am listening to "for unto us a child is born" from handel's messiah as i stretch when realization hits that i am singing along. those sixteenth note passages are hard, and i got used to singing along when i tried to practice and learn them in school. now that will only get me an ass kicking at thug gym. huff and puff and stepmill my ass down while watching wwf on the dangling tv. wrestlers have gotten much hotter since i was a 4th grader watching hulk hogan and the fabulous moolah on saturday morning cartoons. one chick in the audience is holding up a sign saying "i majored in thugonomics!"
on the walk home it's cool and misty but clear, so the air is nice and clean and as good-smelling as it gets. now that it's warming up there's more people milling around avenue a, even with damp air. new york is at its best like this; when i fantasized about being a city slicker, it was coming home with sidewalks and fire escapes and cold, damp weather.
at the dvd store i returned last night's rental, twin peaks: fire walk with me, since i just won the first season dvd on ebay and watched the whole thing over the weekend. i remember having nightmares after i watched episodes when i was wee. fyi: this is one of its reviews on amazon: "i watched this and was very excited, i wish it could go on and on and on. unfortunately it doesn't go on, so i ate the dvds and casing and made a small poo castle. isn't that wonderful?" as if by lynch himself.
when you're touchin' me and my feelin's start to show, that's the time ...
posted May 22, 2003 in delivery. 20052004