Monday, March 27, 2006 I'll grind your bones to make my bread
Tonight was open skate, just like old times. People badmouth Skateland, but I can't think of better training for a bout. People fly at you at knee level, and you aren't allowed to knock them down. It's all evasive action. Still, with derby taking up more of my time, I've been skipping open skates constantly, but now that I've started going again, they are so comforting. Skateland will never leave you behind. Same music, same people, same sweet moves. Love you.
In news that will later in this narrative prove to be related, I got dressed in a daze this morning, like I always do, and since all my work clothes and all my play clothes are dirty, I went into the clothes for Jupiter. The "when did I buy a caftan?" section of the closet. No caftans, today, though. Today I found some nice pants that I bought just for a job interview last fall. They reverse-paid for themselves. I never got the job. I never wore the pants again. I put them on this morning, and it was a good thing, because the sun is setting on these pants.
I could get them onto my body, but after a few more months of derby, my mighty thighs will bust out of them hulk-style. Like oaken beams. This hasn't happened before, and I'm fascinated. posted by Frenz | 3/27/2006 01:13:00 AM
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