“So many people are shut up
tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite
wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.” - S. Plath
The Nelly remix of Florida
Georgia Line’s “Cruise” makes me want to stab someone with an ice pick. Why
infringe upon something so near perfection? The video is embarrassing. Literally makes me horrified to ever have endorsed
that band. Gah. No reason at all for that to have crossed over to pop
radio. If you’re that greedy, just kick up the bass a bit. You don’t need a rapper kicking the song repeatedly in the
face. No.
Gym A is less than five
minutes from my house. I can roll out of bed at 5:15 and be dressed,
caffeinated and on the floor by 6:00am, before I’m sufficiently awake to
realize what’s happening and still retaining the sleepy optimism and detached
excitement only a morning can inspire. But it’s populated by pernicious,
self-important housewives who cast criticizing glances at you when they believe
you otherwise engaged and gossip in the locker room and generally chisel away
at my faith in humanity. Plus I’m just about the only single person in the
entire facility.
Gym B is a regrettable twenty-five
minute drive downtown, though literally three minutes from work. I require a
total of thirty minutes in transit, and have to rise in sufficient time to
avoid the morning commute traffic. Around eight o’clock, it literally becomes a
ghost town. Everyone vanishes, and I’m one of the only folks on the entire
floor, meaning I’m lonely and infused with the restless sense that I should be
somewhere. But, it’s blissfully devoid of snotty housewives, and there’s a cute
boy I enjoy encountering.
Le sigh. Will attempt, yet
again, to rise in sufficient time to trek downtown tomorrow.
TWO DAYS UNTIL FRENCH OPEN
2013!!! Cannot. Wait. Rafa will prevail.
