Wednesday, July 12, 2006
How've I been? Oh, grouchy and grumpy. Probably shouldn't have spent all day Sunday (or more accurately, from 4pm to midnight) drinking at Abbey/Here. I didn't feel like the alcohol tally was particularly high, six or seven drinks spread out over eight hours with a big greasy dinner of hamburger and french fries somewhere in the middle. Oh well.
Lately, I've been feeling like a cheating lover. My buddy gave me a bag full of Under Armour shirts that don't fit him. I've started wearing them to the gym this week. The thing is, I can't help but notice the scent of his laundry detergent, especially as I get warmer during the workout. It gives me a very strange, illicit thrill that I can't quite explain, almost as if I had to make a hasty getaway from a rendezvous and threw on my secret lover's shirt to cover my shame as I made my escape.
Of course, the incidental fact that my friend is smoking hot may have something to do with it.
Lately, I've been feeling like a cheating lover. My buddy gave me a bag full of Under Armour shirts that don't fit him. I've started wearing them to the gym this week. The thing is, I can't help but notice the scent of his laundry detergent, especially as I get warmer during the workout. It gives me a very strange, illicit thrill that I can't quite explain, almost as if I had to make a hasty getaway from a rendezvous and threw on my secret lover's shirt to cover my shame as I made my escape.
Of course, the incidental fact that my friend is smoking hot may have something to do with it.
