09 December, 2003
Its hot.
I keep waking drenched in sweat. Collects all over my chest and my neck and I think that I'm going to try to wriggle my legs only to discover they are actually fins - or something.
So its hot and tomorrow is going to be 37 and I'm trying to work out if I'm going to get up insanely early and go wandering off into the not-so-stupidly-hot day .. come home in the middle and sleep off the heat and then venture out with the afternoon storms for beer and conversation..
who knows.. all awaiting a text from someone to confirm.
And there in rubs the ... lies the .. rub?
Yes yes.
Those things.
Text messages.
Those little gems of evil that bring so much heartache and yet so much joy.
The joy they bring so often relies on anxiety, on avoiding heartache. Inside my head is a car crash just about to happen and then at the last second
BEEP BEEP
and there you have it.. the seconds when its opening and you think- holy shit this could be really bad.
What's hotter------- a girl in a cute bra with her boobs all pushed up looking all tits and cleavage
OR
-----a girl without a bra on, with boobs not so skyward bound, wearing a tight singlet top?
Another ques-tion...
what's the deal with guys who want to see their girlfriend having sex with another woman?
I mean.. what are they thinking other than, "that looks fucking hot"?
Please stop the car alarm.