The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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When I see a couple kissing, believing they love one another, believing they will endure, whispering into each other’s ear in the name of an instinct to which they give lofty names, when I see them caressing one another with that embarrassing avidness, that expectation of discovering something crucial in the other’s skin, when I see their mouths becoming entangled, the exchange of tongues, their freshly showered hair, their unruly hands, fabric rubbing and lifting up the like the most sordid of curtains, the anxious tic of knees bouncing like springs, cheap beds in one-night hotels they will later remember as palaces, when I see two fools expressing their desire with impunity in broad daylight, as though I weren’t watching them, it’s not merely envy I feel. I also pity them. I pity their rotten future. And I get up and ask for the bill and I smile at them askance, as though I had returned from a war which the two of them have no idea is about to commence.

Andrés Neuman

PDA is poor form.




 
Sitting here thinking about being naked with kbate is making me late for work.

*sigh*

Oh kbate. :D
 
Whoever gave me this cold on the eve of a very important day is going to die.
 


Ahhhh.


The first outdoor run of the year is always a bitch. I dread it every year. The last outdoor run was on 28 December and even though I try to make up for the inability to run outdoors by pounding away on the treadmill, it just isn't the same. Every year, that first run is painful.

Today saw a brief weather window that had to be seized— 68° (20°C) before returning to 36° overnight. And, true to form, the run was painful. I got three miles in up the big hill and doubling back before a combination of lack of will and stamina reduced me to walking the last 0.78 mile.

I'm glad I keep notes. While I'm alarmed by the fact that I'm carrying some extra winter weight, I can see that it's no worse this year than in the past. I can also see that, in years gone by, I've ended up walking for a part of the initial run. All in all— not too bad.

And so it begins anew. There's at least seven months of good weather ahead to accomplish what needs to be done.

It doesn't get any easier with age.



 
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I'm watching Open Water and it's making me feel seasick and relieved I can't swim. Nasty fucking sharks.

I'm relaxing. I've been busier in the past week than I was the entire time I had a job!

And I really wish Popeye's delivered.
 
I'm relaxing. I've been busier in the past week than I was the entire time I had a job!

And I really wish Popeye's delivered.

I'll bring round a banoffee pie. We can bash the fuck out of it looking for spiders, then do filthy things in the cream.

Let me finish this film though. He's stabbed himself in the leg and she's thrown up. They're fucking attention seeking now if you ask me.
 
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