So I was on the metro this morning going to work... well, who am I kidding, it was like 10am... and although it was pretty hot outside, I'm pretty sure the metro car's temperature was slightly 10 degrees cooler than "hell" on the Farenheit scale. It reminded me of those old, small churches in the South on hot summer days that you see in movies, like Forrest Gump. The only thing missing was an usher in white gloves passing out fans with Mahalia Jackson on one side and an ad for a funeral home on the other. Now, I think of myself as a person that doesn't discriminate against anyone. But this was a morning that I felt a little something against large people. I mean, I didn't want a big body pressed up against me when I was already hot on my own. It's like Russian Roulette when you're pulling into the train stops... like, damn, don't let that person sit next to me... whew... come on, skinny person! It worked out though- I sat by myself for most of the journey, and when I did sit by someone, it was a moderately thin girl who didn't smell bad. Had someone larger sat next to me, I wouldn't be writing this right now, and you'd be hearing- hey, did you hear about Jen? She died of heat stroke. Yeah, I hear they had to peel her off of some woman named Gladys' arm at Farragut North. It was like velcro!
On another note, here is something that I never thought I'd say. I am a... sports fan. I know! What the hell. Before, if people asked me if I was a sports fan, I'd say no, but I like Gatorade okay, that's about it. But last night I watched the NBA East Game 4... at home... by choice! I especially never thought I'd like basketball. I guess it took me actually going to a game before I started to like it, and that was only towards the beginning of this year. So, I have officially seen pro basketball games, hockey games, soccer games, and baseball games. I still think baseball sucks though.
I feel a little guilty today. There is about 1-2 days per month where I am, well, let's just say that I'm not the nicest person in the world. So what, I figure, it happens to most girls. Well last night was the night that my hormones decided to rear its ugly head... of course it was the night that the boy came over, after picking up dinner and flowers for me. I'm such a bitch and feel horribly guilty about it now. So I'm sending these thoughts northward, towards DC from Old Town... I'm sorry. :-(
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